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Hey... So you're wondering why I called you over here after that little show we gave tonight. Yeah, I saw you looking intently at my little golden colt, licking your canines as you watched him screw his eyes shut and whimper so very sweetly.

You probably imagined it was your cock slipping out of that ruined puffy hole of his, just wishing it was your cum streaming though his golden leg fur to gather in sticky globs on the wooden bench to dry. You're just dying to know who he is aren't you?

I'll tell you Wolfy, oh yes. I'll tell you everything you need to know about him.

Here, take a swig of this beer and come sit by the fire with me, it's getting cold out here city boy and this might take a bit. Huh? What about the colt? Don't worry about him right now. He's taking a bit to calm down. You have to admit that his public branding was intense. Don't worry he will rejoin us before long.

So Wolfy, you _do_know this is a love story right? Oh don't give me that look. Seriously don't. You think this isn't about love? About respect and real commitment? Ah fuck, don't tell me you're one of those doms who thinks it takes a strong backhand, fat cock, and bad attitude to be a good master. Ah shit. Damn. I can see by the look on your face that's exactly what you you've been told. No wonder you don't have a sub on your arm right now. Ok. Well pay attention you little fuck, you might just learn something.

My little colt and I came out here tonight because of what we have together. Because of what we are to each other and dom and sub and what that means. This isn't some fucking game where in the morning you drink your coffee, kiss the sub on the cheek and head off to work, then come home and expect dinner ready with him on his knees begging for your load at the same time. Oh sure, that may be what it looks like in all those cheesy off brand pornos, and how its depicted in badly written fan based erotic stories you read online. You know, the ones written by guys who's last trip outside was to head to the convenience store for more chips and soda? But hey, that's not how it goes in the real world. The life of a true master, being a real dom, is much more complicated than that.

This life, it's not just an act, not something you can put on and take off at will. You think it's easy? Far from it little Wolf. My God who taught you to be a dom? Never mind, I don't fucking care, but you need to listen to what I say, and listen well, or you'll never get a little colt like I did. I should know, being a stallion myself. Do you have any fucking clue how hard it is to find a nice subby stallion? We're such prideful douches, trotting around with our big raging flared cocks, arched necks, and a fuck you attitude trying to top everything in sight.

Heh, ok it's true in my case. Not his though, not the topping part anyway. Yeah, he's definitely not your traditional studly stallion. Oh he had a bit of that haughty equine attitude when I first met him and it took us a while to find our places with each other. Started out as any normal relationship. I did the topping, and he never once had an interest in that. Fine by me. Ah those early days, such good times. I never thought this is the road we'd go down. I blame him, but in reality it was both of us, though he started it. Little shit that he is. Took me a while to realize what a little shit he was though. Must be an equine thing. Oh he wasn't a 'little shit' in a bad way though.

I'll never forget the first time he gave me a paw job in the middle of a restaurant. We'd been together a good long while, and I knew how kinky he was. He kept smirking after I came, wiping up the "spilled wine" from my crotch like a doting wife. Don't think I didn't miss that he laid the napkin down next to his plate. He demurely dabbed at his lips a time or two though the entire meal. Such a little fucker!

Other times he would get snarky and threaten to find someone else to fuck while I was gone at work. I didn't realize that my fucking him each time after that just goaded him more and more.

Big lesson here little wolf. Be careful what you do. If you aren't ready for them to push your limits, don't push theirs first. That's part of it. Part of the lifestyle. You push his limits, he'll push yours. Both of you pushing the other, physically, verbally, and emotionally. For example, say you want to punish him right? Well, you're going to hurt him physically, you have to be ready for that. You also better be fucking ready for the effect that's going to have on you emotionally. Yeah it stings. You wonder if you're becoming a monster. Hoping that the darkness in your soul isn't something bad. You worry you're one sick little fucker at times feeling joy and pride when all you did be an evil bastard.

Heh, this is good beer! Wonder if they have anything stronger? Where the fuck is that colt anyway. Huh? Ah no. I'm not worried he's fucking Ray. Yeah I saw him looking at Ray. Who wasn't looking at Ray? I mean that fucker had that fat bull cock of his out clamped with that hot cock ring and was stroking it the entire time. Nah my little colt knows better. He knows the effect that would have on us. He doesn't screw around. Heh, well not unless I tell him to.

What? You're kidding right? You mean to say you stayed with a sub who didn't respect the boundaries you had? Oh for fucks sake tell me you talked first. No, not just fucking safety words. God seriously where did you learn about being a dom? Let me guess, you never really learned what to do and you're just imitating what you think is the right way to behave? Well if that's the case then you better fucking listen! Anyway.

So yeah, he'd egg me on. I'd fuck him harder and harder to prove my dominance. Each time he'd end up begging for me to get rougher, dirtier, and I found myself matching him stride for stride. That's when he started calling me 'daddy.' Talk about a shock. Ever have that happen to you? Yeah I didn't think so. I followed suit. Started calling him Son or boy, sometimes pet. Had to watch myself sometimes and hold back. No real father would act like that to a twenty year old. I was afraid someone might catch on to our little developing dynamic. What people thought and their opinion of our lifestyle bugged me. Then it happened. One day we were at the store, and he asked if he could get some of his favorite Pretzels. I was a little distracted and slipped into dom mode. 'Sure Son, you've been a good boy, don't see why not.'

He gave the cutest little nickering laugh as he trotted down the aisle. I was flushed and looking around to see if anyone had heard me, and suddenly realized I didn't really care. Fuck it, not my problem. This is my Son, my Boy, my Pet. He's whatever I call him, and I'll call him whatever I want.

He kept pushing me, pushing my limits. I remember the day I finally broke a little more. We both almost stepped over some lines, but never once regretted it. He was being 'cute,' or so he thought. Again we were at a restaurant, this time with my boss and a few coworkers for a business dinner. In the middle of some rather boring conversation he got up to use the bathroom. He'd been gone quite a while when that little slut sent me a text.

Bitch knew it would rile me up. 'Daddy's away, so it's time for Pony Play!' I sat there at the table gaping at my screen. The second beep sounded a second later as he sent me a link to a fucking craigslist ad.

Hey Wolfy, where the fuck are you going?

Ah...no thanks, no more beer. Bring me a bourbon. That's a good pup.

Ah fuck you, I'll call you by your real name when you start acting like a real dom.

Ah! Good boy. Mmm good stuff. Thanks.

Where was I? Oh...so right there on the internet was one of the hottest pics of that golden ass of his that I had ever seen. Those soft cheeks lewdly held apart by his paws, that black tail flagged high, an inky waterfall that teasingly hid that puffy midnight pucker. Here....see? I keep it on my phone. Such a sweet ass, I'm lucky its mine.

I almost crushed the phone in front of my boss as I read the text. One of our clients gave me an odd look as I fumed. Right there was the name of the restaurant in the title, bold as brass. "Cum fill me quick before daddy finds me."

I tell you I held my rage in pretty well. I quietly excused myself and found the maître d'. Told him I had a delicate medical issue to attend to, and asked if he'd give me the key to the bathroom so I wouldn't be disturbed. Oh that colt was lucky I was a regular there. He handed me the key, and I slipped into the bathroom as quietly as I could locking the door behind me.

Heh - he gave such a delighted and excited squeal when I slipped the unlatched stall door open. There he was, legs spread, tail high, paws on cheeks waiting for me. When he saw my expression, oh did his face freeze. I could see the terror and uncertainty building inside of him. I let him stew like that for a bit before I grunted and gave him a stinging smack on that firm rump. I knew it must have really hurt, sure as fuck hurt my paw!

'Daddy's away? I'm NEVER away you hear me!?' Needless to say I fucked him hard in that stall, my left paw stuffed in his mouth to silence his groans, the other pulling his tail up, stretching that hole of his, the edges of it obscenely pulling back to expose the pink inner flesh as my medial ring sawed in and out of it, his hooves scrambling for purchase on the slick tile floor. God his muffled grunts were like a symphony to my ears. The whispered pleadings, incoherent muttering, all of it made my inner stallion snort and buck. I bit his lips to silence him, nipping at them like one of those feral horses you see do.

Yeah it was hot, I agree. First time I'd fucked him dry too. No lube, just what pre I had on paw. I sure didn't last long. He was a trooper though. I don't know what really came over me, but I know what came over him. Yeah, I marked him good too. Nothing like seeing your sub covered in your cum, the thick liquid encrusting his leg fur, the stench of your seed assaulting your own nose. Fuck it was hot.

Hey! Are you getting hard? You horndog! Fucking wolves. Listen leave that rocket alone and pay attention or I'm not gonna finish.

I stood there glaring at him until I finally caught my breath finally and snarled at him. Heh, almost sounded like one of you pathetic fuckers I was so pissed. Poor colt, he looked both turned on and scared at the same time, he tried 'cute' again, shuffling his hoof. It's hard to pull off 'cute' when your reeking of sex and shame, but fuck it was hard to keep my cock from getting hard and railing him a second time as he looked at me.

'That's what a little slutty whore gets. Thought it was funny huh? Yeah laugh this off horse boy, no shower for you for a week!' Yeah he shrank back and had his ears down, but I could see he was hard as a marble podium in a catholic church during Mass. Made him pull his slacks on over that mottled cock and frog marched him back to the table. My boss began to smirk after a bit. Fucking canines and their noses. He knew. He fucking knew what that smell was. By the looks he gave me and by the sparkle in his eye I'm sure he was picking up our emotion pheromones. Figures. He never said anything about it, but he was a lot friendlier with me after that night. Little colt saw the look my boss gave me and knew he hadn't really gotten away with anything. I do have to say he was really well behaved that next week. And that was just the first time we really pushed into realms beyond what a normal couple would do.

Hey asshole, you do need to listen to 'this shit' as you put it. No one took time to explain things to you before, I'm doing the subs of this world a favor by educating you. God.

Oh here he is. Boy! Come over here, Daddy wants you on display for a bit. Who told you to put that harness on? Randy!? Fuck, hey! Randy! He ain't yours damnit! Got it? Son, take that stupid thing off now and hand it here. Huh, piece of crap anyway. Nowhere near good enough for MY son! Look at this thing Wolfy, cheap leather, fancy etching, and these rings look like they might be aluminum! This wouldn't last two minutes during one of our sessions. Sure looks good, but fuck, my boy looks good naked! Doesn't need this shit!

Randy! Get this piece-of-shit flashy crap out of here and go find your pet and leave my boy alone! Such an ass. Sorry Wolfy. Eh, why are you looking at me like that? Ah fuck...don't tell me know know Randy do you? You've got to be fucking kidding me boy. He is the one who invited you? Stupid fucker. Not that I have anything against you personally, hell you're taking time to listen at least. Randy's been a little too glib about his membership with our 'group.' Though that word is a little too soft a term. The best way to describe it is a cult. Ah fuck, don't make that face, just saying it like it is. Oh we don't worship some pagan god and dance in the nude....ok well maybe that part, but it's not a bad cult. Membership is voluntary at all times. No one is forced to be a part of this group. You can leave whenever you want, but you do need an invite by a known member to show up.

The invite is rare. Usually the leaders get together to discuss letting someone new in...and.... Huh. Really? So Randy was planning on introducing you around? God, he should have picked a normal get together, not a branding ceremony of all things. That's like inviting a blind date to your cousin's wedding. No wait, that's exactly what it is like, no might about it. Well, I'll talk to the guys, you are a little green, but you're fucking listening, and that's a big part of it. Maybe I'll be the one to really show you the ropes, figuratively and literally! Who knows, before long you'll maybe be claiming a sub of your own here, just like I did with my son tonight.

Speaking of, Boy! See this wolf? He was staring at you pretty hard while I was railing you up there. He's got eyes for my little 'Golden Boy' equine it seems! Heh, no that's not who he is Wolfy. It's a nickname though, and one he earned and keeps by being good, and not just from that delicious silky coat!

Son, sit down here in my lap. Ah, that's my sexy little Son! Oooh , sorry, hrm tender still? Wait till we get home and I'll rub some ointment on it I have all prepared at the house.

Well Wolfy, if you want to know more, I have to tell you about how we got to tonight or you don't get to know just who my little pet here is and that is dependent on the story. It's all a cycle Wolfy!

Over time our relationship built higher and higher. Started like a lot of relationships. For us, a friend of a friend introduces us. Soon we were dating, then screwing. Then, well, falling in love. After time I found myself taking on more roles than just lover, I became more than just a daddy type. No, what you build is a core to your personality in every relationship, but even more so in this scene. Especially if it's a serious coupling. There are so many roles. Lover, disciplinarian, primary support, physician, teacher, student, the list goes on and on. Every time we'd push the boundaries, we'd step further into the fucking abyss that is the world of sub and dom. Pushing your comfort levels in so many ways, and once barriers and limits are pressed, it's very hard to ignore the fact that you've pushed right past something you thought was a 'Never Will I' item. This world, it's not something you get into, or out of easily, it's a long road you go down until you realize that steady descent you've found so easy to travel has lead you into a proverbial chasm. Once in, and once in as deep as we are, well, things get dark and primal. You find yourself doing things you never imagined, finding things sexy you once thought repugnant, but each day, every act brings you both closer, the trust, the binding, all of it melding into a greater whole. But, never think for a moment that you're equals. You aren't.

We came here tonight for a reason Wolfy. You see, I don't just want some boy I can call son. I can find that on any street corner or bar if I wish. Nice big daddy hoss like me has no problem finding soft and pliant tails and willing subs. I bet you wouldn't have any trouble too, it's just that fucking attitude of yours that's the problem Wolfy. You're not taking this seriously enough. Subs can smell that a mile away. It's like being single and desperate. You're in a bar, alone, looking for someone, no one comes near you. Desperation is a stench that even the most oblivious will detect. That's like you Wolfy. Poor little scared pup, overcompensating, not knowing how to really push yourself. Hrm, maybe it would be nice to have you as a dom student, something different on my plate.

Hrm? Him? My Son here? Why would I care what he thinks if I take you on as a project? No he'd have no say in the matter. That's what I meant about not being equals.

Anyway... before we got distracted...

No, you get to a point where everything, being a dom, getting pleasure, pushing yourself more and more becomes this heady mixture. Elation, thrill, lust, contempt, pride. It all mixes inside of you in ways I can't describe really. It's a little like putting horseradish on a beef sandwich. A little spice makes it all the better, the heat gets into your nose, you feel a rush, a thrill from the sensation. Then the next time you add more and more until you can't even think about having beef without horseradish and the concept of plain beef is so boring you'd rather eat anything else. When you get to that point as a sub or dom, well, there's no going back. That's why we came here.

We talked about this a long time. I'm more to him than just a side of hoss cock. More than someone who needs a fuck toy when I get home. No. I'm his world. I don't mean in a sappy love sick way either. Not by a long shot. No, I'm more to him than anything. If I told him to strip naked right now and run home one of two things would happen. I'd get home and find him bleeding from his hands and knees from where he fell while running the entire ten miles on his city bred hooves. Or I'd get a call from the police asking me to come pick him up from the station. Someone would have found him on the side of the road passed out from exhaustion. Those are the only two options open to him. Do or fail. And failure is not an acceptable outcome to him. He knows it, and I know it. That's why it's important for us to really declare that there are no limits anymore. None.

What!? God little pup, do you ever think before you open that black muzzle of yours? Ah don't answer I know you're going to say No Sir. I'm right aren't I? Hrm. Silence huh? Maybe you aren't all that of a lost cause at that. Hrm, your cock is nice and hard still, impressive knot there. Hrm, yes feels nice and warm in my hoof.

Ahem. Like I said you don't think. No, this is nothing even close to marriage. What is marriage? Go ahead and answer, but think hard first. I don't want to hear any stupid lines about 'a commitment that lasts forever.'

Huh. Dead on wolf. Yeah, marriage is an agreement that binds you together in a legal contract. Exactly right. And that's all it is. Well, there are commitments to God, to the state, to each other, but those are intangible in the earthly world we live in wolf. That marriage contract is big words on a fancy piece of paper the county recorder gets paid to file. The only real teeth those words have are in a court of law during a divorce. Oh I hear those teeth can really bite, I've seen the effect. But no.

That's not why we're here. We're here because of the personal and incredibly deep commitment we have to each other. Didn't you wonder why so many people were here to witness what we did? Ever wonder why things got, heh, forgive the pun so heated? What we did up there wasn't just to fulfil some urge for public sex and exhibitionism. This event isn't just so we can share our moment. Hardly, if we needed pictures with smiling furs I'd have booked us tables at a restaurant. It's a long drive out here for a lot of you guys after all. No. It was a true binding. His flesh is now mine, my will is his, he gave up every remaining ounce of freedom to be mine. Mine forever, to never worry or fret about what happens next. Everything that happens from now on is up to me. There's a second part to this my little wolf. My will, my soul, both of them in turn will be lifted by him. He will make me the man I need to be.

When I'm tired, I don't have to worry if he's going to be there to mix me my drink and get on all fours to act as my footrest as I relax and watch a show on TV. I have an no doubt at all that when I'm frustrated at the world, he'll gladly bare his ass to me and hand me the whip and let the burden of my frustration ease through the sharp bite of the riding crop on his abused ass. At a whim his hole will give me the sexual release I need, my fist sinking in to my wrist, and deeper, ruining his sweet flesh, leaving him marred, only good for my fat cock and paw. I'll stand proud as he reeks of my cum and funk, and he will reek of it daily. My ritual in the morning, opening that sweet little pussy of his, letting my hand slip in, every single morning. Followed by my cock. Then I'll just fuck his raw little hole before I get my day started. Regardless he's going to wear my mark, my essence on him every single day. He'll wash it off when I bid him to. Hot day during the commute home? He's there to lick my pits clean, and clean my crotch with his tail hair. He won't even bat an eye at some of the more extreme requests. Maybe I'll get curious about carving designs in his sensitive flesh. I might feel a need to show off my little toy. Have a party with some of my other dom friends over. Let them use him as the fuck doll he is, filling him with all their loads. Canine, feline, equine, bovine. Younger, older, fit, average. Make him sit there in the foul inferior cum of others, my pleasure in seeing him there, brought as low as possible, my cock throbbing in my pants, leaking precum down my leg. I'd act as if it was normal. Know what wolf?

It would be.

Hrm? Of course you can speak. Yeah it is hot, but there's more to being a Dom than just being hot. Huh. You're serious? You really want me to train you? Thing are getting very interesting here wolf. I do think you could be a terrific dom, one who'd fit in here.

You see my Son, see what a little attitude and training does even for a fucking worthless dom? He's gone from a dumb-shit to possible dom-in-training. I think there's hope for this guy yet. Hey...go get Daddy and....what was it? Right, Dominic a bourbon each.

Listen wolf, I sent him away for a reason. Not for his sake, hardly. No, I did that for you. Yeah, very nice of you to ask and I could teach you. But I see you looking at him with that hunger, and I see that cock of yours is hard as a rock, fucking nice knot man. So yes, I am willing to take you on as a special project since you asked so nicely, but you will not fuck him. Yes, you'd remain a Dom. But I want this to be absolutely fucking clear. You. Are. Not. HIS. Dom. Not by a fucking longshot. You will not fuck him - not unless I say so got it? No matter if he begs, no matter if he whimpers and bares his ass. Oh he will too, and I want you to know it will be at my orders. He'll tease and tempt you every chance he can. He's very good at it, but remember, that's part of my tests for you. You need to learn your place. Doms don't poach, at least, not ones that I associate with. Without boundaries and respect what's the fucking point? So that would be part of your training. Listen I don't want you to think this is a done deal, if you agree we'll have our own discussion about this, just you and me, but for now I wanted you to know where I stand, and to let you save a little face if you want to wuss out. Can't have a potential Dom look weak in front of a sub can we? Ah? Not wussing out? Good pup.

There's my boy...ah, yes, thanks son. Mmm --- good stuff. Now for the good part of the story.

As a dom you need to know what went through my head. You need to know the proper headspace before we decide if I really do have you as a pupil and you get to learn who he is. It's important for you to understand our dynamic, what I felt, what I think, and what this was like for me on a personal level before you even begin to approach the dom world seriously and under my hoof. Fair enough?

Good boy. See? Now you're not such a cunt are you? Hah! You laughed. Fair enough.

Ah when we got here tonight, my heart was really racing you know? His probably was too. Both of us about to take the biggest leap possible. Sure he knew he was giving up his personality, his free will, all of it, but actually going through with it? Well, I talked to a lot of other doms about this, but I also especially talked to subs. It all sounds good, but in reality it's a life changing moment. Nothing can be taken back once you're this committed. Brandings are permanent.

Yes Dominic? Ah Good question, No, his branding isn't 'kinda like getting a tattoo' as you put it. With a tattoo you go into a parlor, sit on a chair, share jokes about what you did that day, who you might bang the next night, comment on the weather, or just sit there and get some ink. It's clean, it's sterile, and it's pretty much a private deal. Ah you might have a few stragglers in the shop, but it's not the same. Sure, getting a brand can be too, but not like this. Not so publicly. Yeah I called every respectable dom I knew. Had them invite some of their dom friends

All those doms came, not to witness, but to partake of this event. To see that he's truly claimed by me and that I upheld my part of the bargain. No pussing out on either side. Our work started well before our arrival. This morning I prepared him for today. What, didn't think he took my cock that easy without some preparation did you? Oh our morning started normally. I woke up at 6, the scent of my favorite coffee tickling my nose, urging me to face the day. He doesn't bring me breakfast in bed. He knows how I feel about that. Bed is for sleeping, maybe some light play and vanilla sex if I just need to take the edge off before getting my day going. No, keep the bed clean. I like it clean.

The last several weeks he's been wearing his night gear, getting used to wearing leather at night. He gets to take it off while I'm gone all day. Can't have that sweet golden coat marred. Still, it seemed he finally got some good sleep and was up and going before I me. No, no shower silly wolf, he begins his day by getting the house ready for me. Make the coffee, clean the dishes if there are any left over, dust the counters, bring in the paper. Yeah I still read and get a physical paper. Love me some printed paper, the smell, the feel of the cheap flimsy stuff between my hooved fingers. Sorry, nostalgia there.

He'll turn on my favorite classical music station in the den. Something nice and soothing to listen to. Took me a while to train his ear, get him used to the difference between fucking Mozart and Vivaldi and to stop listening to that pop crap. Oh he can listen to that during his down time, or if I feel indulgent, but not in the mornings. Vivaldi is nice for afternoon pick me ups, not for waking up. He knows that if anything else comes over that speaker that his hooves better scramble so he can get to it in time to change to one of the other preset stations, and if nothing is right, to turn the mp3 player on instead. He's such a good little colt. He knows I don't like to be disappointed or left upset in the mornings before I head in to work, or face the weekend.

Huh? Would I really punish him over the music? Uh, not a real big punishment. Now, he might earn a swat to that tail of his, and I'd definitely scowl and berate him since he was lax in keeping it to the right station, but not much else. Heh, as Gilbert and Sullivan said in the Mikado, 'Let the Punishment Fit The Crime.' Something out of the ordinary that it's his job to see to? Simple punishment. Getting hot and bothered, maybe jerking off to some porn, and he knows that's verboten unless Daddy is there to help. Maybe a few swats to the tail, a chastity belt, and no fisting for a while. See, the little foal is into orgasm denial. Kind of a win-win for him there. That's the key, temper the punishment with something he may say he doesn't enjoy, but he will because of the treatment, the punishment. It's all about the shame, and pushing yourself to do something you don't like. It turns something you don't like into something you do. Heh! Quite right Dominic! Almost like a sport, like he's some kind of Olympic Sex athlete!

That's not to say there aren't hard limits. One time though it went bad for him. Every dom has their limits. Mine is coffee. My coffee is my ritual. Don't fuck up my coffee. And what did he do? I mean, come on. Fucking decaff coffee. Really? Add to it that I was running late for work, and there was no time to make new. Ever face your day without coffee? I mean, come on, it's not that fucking hard to read, stupid little shit. He knew better. I don't normally draw blood, but well, I was pissed and a little heavy handed. He took the caning well. Twenty lashes. Fucking up coffee is a serious offense. It's one of the few constants I have in life outside of him. My job, well, it's just fucking hell. You'd be surprised what I do for a living if I told you. Let's just say that one little thing, just one, usually gets to me. Especially something fucking up my coffee. Before I got into this shit I'd go to this club they have where you can wreck a room. It isn't often that I would go, but yeah. I sure don't need that anymore do I? I sure don't boy thanks to you.

Oh so you think I might have gone too far? Well chew on this my lupine friend, if I went too far why was it that he apologized with the biggest hardon straining in his chastity cage? He was streaming pre like you wouldn't believe! He also did everything to the letter, and was extra apologetic for a few days. I got a surprise when I got back to the car after some shopping the other day. Thank God that truck is lifted.

Usually he'll hear my hooves hit the floor when I get up and I get my first glance at him every morning a minute or so later as I stretch and examine my sheath. He'll walk in, demure, hands behind his back, ears down, eyes down, naked. Ah well, naked is a relative term. He doesn't wear typical clothes anyway. He goes to sleep in his evening wear, or at least has for the last week or so. After all I like to see a nice sight if I peek in on him as he sleeps. Some guys wrap their subs up in latex. Others in something demeaning like, or I don't know, female lingerie. Not me, I like to really see his form and have something that sets off his body.

That shiny gold of his is my favorite coloring on an equine. Don't want to cover that up now do we? So he'll stand there in what he wears to bed now. Here's a pic, see? The leather jock strap too small on purpose. Nah, besides that cock of his is caged see? Huh? You didn't notice earlier today? Boy! Stand up would you, that's a good boy. Now, come over here and stand in front of little Wolfy here. Ah! Hands at your side. Spread your legs a little, let him get a good look at your cage. See? Well trained. He'd even do this in the middle of the bus station if I asked him. That cage is intentionally small. That's the point of these things, to limit growth. See how his cock strains at it, all kind of puffy and caught on the bars? Causes him some pain every time he gets hard, like now. Oh, and this model is specifically for equines. That broad cap at the end? That's specifically designed for our flares. Confining but not dangerously so as say one made for a bull or cervine. Always need to be careful when picking things like this out. Match the equipment to your sub.

Hrm? Oh yes, it's designed to keep him from cuming, it has a lock, and I have the key, and it contains the erection which causes him pain. Doesn't it boy? Yeah, ok, now turn around and present. See how quickly he turns around, bends over, lifts tail and spreads those sweet little cheeks without asking a question? That, my dear wolf is the sign of a well-trained sub. And he's not embarrassed that you can see that puffy bruised hole, his soft and sore taint, and the back straps of the cage of course. Boy! Pull those down hard. Ah yes, those little grunts of pain, so perfectly sweet. Thanks son, see how the ring clamps tight? Important to get it on perfectly right. Good boy, sit down now. Yeah, I keep him caged, surely you saw that when he was up... no? Ah true, you are right. That ass was on display. Who needs to see that cock and those fat nuts of his when that glorious ass is there for all to see? So yeah, jock strap, and then the special harness I had designed. Now a lot of furs imagine those fancy ones with the studs, spikes, diamonds, all that. No. Such a waste. Requires polishing, and while I could force him to polish them every day there are better things I'd rather him do with his hands. Heh.

The harness is utilitarian and befits a working equine like him. Supple yet thick leather straps frame his chest and belly. D rings and O rings at strategic places so that if I feel like it, with a few simple strips of leather and some of the other equipment in his room I can strap him up into any position I want, ready for fucking. That harness gives me handles to use while fucking him for extra leverage, a strap to stretch his tail back to open that ass of his up for me, a combination ball stretcher and cage strap for me to tug on when need be, oh, and it's treated with chemicals so that any fluids don't stain the leather. And it doesn't chaff. It's a small luxury, but I felt an important tool.

Once he comes in every morning he stands there mutely with the one other item I grace him with before I head to sleep myself. My jock from the day before strapped around his muzzle like a smock. My scent the last thing he smells at night before dreaming of me, and the rich odor in his nose when he snorts himself awake. It's probably one of my biggest joys. Seeing his eyes flutter open as he tries to focus on his surroundings. He always takes in a big breath then. Ever since I started this practice though, those breaths are deeper, more filling. His eyes always close a little as he snuffles the stained fabric. If I'm lucky I get to see that little pink tongue of his dart out and caress the cotton, taking a taste in anticipation of what is in store for him.

Well this morning we deviated from our routine. Normally at that point he'd drop to his knees and lap up the dried pre on my flared head, his morning 'treat' if you will. What? Heh, yeah, coffee and pre. Didn't think of that as a good combo. Maybe if he's good I'll let him have some of my coffee tomorrow morning as well as the pre. A nice addition to our ritual. Maybe I should reward you for having such a good suggestion. Hrm, maybe a training session from him under my supervision. Would you like that pup? Well, we'll see.

This morning I asked him if he was ready. 'Yes sir, very ready and very eager, Sir.' I nodded noting the second sir. A sign that he really was looking forward to today, and also as nervous as all fuck. I leveraged myself out of bed and swiped the stained jock off his nose. I smiled down at him. "Good." Ah, his muzzle gaped and I shoved that jock in. Such a good little slut boy. I came in it the night before knowing we'd miss our morning oral. I could feel the crusty edge crinkle under my palm fur as he sensuously took it into his muzzle his eyes shining, as if he was a good pup. The leather strap was nearby so I hooked it to the collar, and lead him to the balcony. Coffee time. Usually I get head, then coffee. Not today. I needed the coffee ritual before anything else. Today was going to be a long day.

He sat on his haunches staring at me intently. We were in different territory. Our newly established routine interrupted by this special day. His ears pricked and twitched at any movement I made. I thought he was going to piss himself when my cell phone went off. I ignored it. I had a few days off for this event. Boss knows that. He can wait. One thing can't wait. Preparations. My son needs me to get him ready for tonight. You're very glad I did, aren't you Dominic? Yeah, that's why everything went well.

After I finished reading the paper it was time to get him ready. I had him wait for me in the play room. I found the little bottle I was looking for right where I left it on the evening before on the nightstand in our bedroom. Good ole Alkyl Nitrates. Huh? Yup, poppers. Loosens him up in more than one way. Heh. I fingered the almost magical liquid fondly as I clopped back to the room.

He was laying on the fuck bench I set up the night before. I smiled fingering the small bottle in my paw. You know what poppers do, right? Yup, entirely right pup! They open your sub up as no amount of rimming or foreplay can achieve. Nothing like turning your little colt into a mare at breeding time Imagine it Dominic, actually feeling his body surrender to the chemicals, every muscle relaxing as it gives in, his mind becoming even more frazzled and submissive. Seriously wolf, there is nothing fucking like it. One minute they're tighter than a virgin on their eighteenth birthday who's had their eyes set on the stallion quarterback now faced with him, scared, tight as all fuck and then... Fucking hell, they just open up like it's they've just been gangbanged by six stallions and three bulls, and you're the last fella left to dump a load. Next time you get a chance with a sub, and if they're into it, don't be afraid to try new things. It's amazing how good it feels, to have a hole just soften and suckle around your dick. A well-worn fleshlight, I suppose, overused but well loved. Hah I guess you could say that pretty much sums up our relationship!

His eyes were bright for a moment as he saw the little bottle on its chain, which I slipped around his neck, letting it kiss his fur right between his pecs. And there he was wolfy ready for whatever came. Ah Dominic, I wish you could have seen it. He looked so perfect. His legs bent down onto the rails on the side, his shoulders bunching a little his arms holding him up. He stared back at me over his shoulder, his mane falling in a soft flow of midnight across his slender neck, his eyes obscured by one unruly forelock for a second, before he tossed his head playfully to get the offending hairs away. We locked eyes. It's something you need to learn to do little Wolf. Always learn the nonverbal communication methods. There are so many. Their bodies will tell you more than they ever will. That's not poetry by the way, that's the honest truth. Subs have their own language and way of acting. Their voice may seem playful, or sultry, or insolent, but the eyes, the set of the shoulders, ear angle, will tell you more than any word will if you know how to read the signs. And you better be ready to fucking read them you little shit. Listen to me, you can't fuck this part up. Especially in moments like we had this morning.

It comes down to pure primal communications. If you ever need a quick primer, go watch one of those national geographic channel shows on equine language. It's a start anyway. Knowing your sub, knowing his desires, knowing what he expects of you, it's the key to everything. If you don't understand what you're seeing, and if you project your own needs onto the sub, you're not only are letting him down, and yourself down, you could be doing more damage than you realize. Fucking pay attention now, this is serious. Dom and sub stuff depends on our base emotions. Fear, Lust, Pain, Excitement. With one wrong word, one mistaken read you can turn your happy sub into a quivering mess who will never trust the touch of any paw again. Likewise he can reduce you to unintended tears.

For fucks sake, eyes over here wolf. Yes he's cute, yes he stretched and whimpered as his charred fur and skin hurt, and yes it was sexy, but this is key. Learn who your sub is. Learn what drives them. Take the time to talk. More importantly take the time to listen. Learn how to get into their head. Make certain you both understand each other. If you find a good sub, he'll know how to communicate. It's your job as a dom to make certain you are crystal fucking clear. Let them know your desires. Delve into their secrets, what gets them really hard and sexy, and of course, their fears. You make them fear you. You make them love you. All the joys they want in life are your job to give, but they aren't free. You need to let them know it's something they have to earn.

It's a tough balance Dominic, no lie. You work hard at this. There are going to be times you are unsure, and you teeter on the cusp and you begin to wonder if what you're doing is right. That's fine. Hold fast. You're the dom, if you start to cross a line, he'll tell you. Same with him, if he starts to upset you, it's time to hold firm. When my boy teased me that night in the restaurant with that fucking craigslist add? He knew damned well what my reaction would be. Precocious cunt knew exactly what he was doing and what buttons to push, and he did it well. When I began to react, get mad? He was ready for it. Yes, he showed fear. He knew it would excite me, and that's what he wanted. In that moment we were inexperienced, but we communicated. We're much more practiced at it now, plus we know our limits. It takes time, it doesn't happen overnight Wolf!

Most importantly as a dom you become hard, cunning, everything needed to get what you want. It's going to take every trick you have, every bit of guile you have to keep them on edge. Don't be soft, don't give in too readily. Make them work for their pleasure. But this is important, always deliver the reward, the pleasure. What good is it to just make them suffer? It gets you nowhere. That's not what they want, and come on Wolf, we both know that's not what you want either.

Yeah I thought so. Suffering is just that. Not fun. Oh don't get me wrong, you can enjoy seeing them shiver in fear, but realizing their cock is rock hard in anticipation of your fingers and the palm of your hands? That his soft sobs and whimpers, how they push back onto you as you fuck them? Knowing that what they desperately need to feel is that orgasm, that special spot inside them that only you can touch? That is what you live for. You let them cum when you will it. If you tell them they have to endure a hundred lashes of the whip before they can nut? Well then right after one hundred lashes, you make them cum, and you make certain it's a cum they will never fucking forget. Make their legs go numb, their eyes cross, and their voice to go raw as they scream in sweet agony of release. You do this, and they will beg for more. Just remember though, always stay true to your word. That is sacred. Your sub is your world. Treat him well, push his boundaries, and he will give you everything.

As I looked down on him, I knew exactly what he was feeling this morning. He was looking forward to the session as well. His body shook though in anticipation of the workout he was about to undergo. We would be preparing him, not for just a fun sex session or a punishment session. Nah, this was the big one. His branding ceremony. My little colt was ready to become mine truly, and he'd have to be ready to show it.

He stared back into my eyes... those soft brown full of so many different emotions. Fear, lust, trust, anxiety. They flit from one to the other, sometimes fixing on one for a long time. I step up smartly behind him resting my hoof on the small of his back. I bent down and snuffled my muzzle between those heavenly cheeks. Cum, funk, sweat. Everything as it should be. I could also detect a certain odor I'd come to know and anticipate. He lets off this little hint of....well I can't describe it, but whatever it is, it makes me crazy horny. It was a sharp smell. I felt my cock slip from my sheath then. A quick glance and I could see that he was watching it lower. I didn't waste time. We weren't here for him to look at me, no, this was some serious shit, and we had a lot to get through before we had to leave.

Let me ask what you would do now Dominic? Hah, oh God, don't... hah! You are one sick little wolf. Don't bring in Monty Python. Heh, but, yes, exactly right I began to prepare him. I gently massaged his hole with my tongue... he began to writhe a little. He's always sensitive. See how he's blushing as I tell this story? Just proves I'm right. I didn't let him wriggle for long. I work out, I'm strong. Ah, yeah, no you don't have to be a muscle god Dominic. Hell, a nice slender wiry guy like you? I know plenty of subs who love that. There's a body type for every one out there. Anyway, I held him fast, and dug my fingers hooves of my left hand roughly into the fur of his golden glutes, squeezing them possessively. I felt his hole begin to loosen as I probed it with my other. It relaxed a little. Only a little though. Ah yeah I should mention, I have no idea how he manages it but that little fucker is always tight as a virgin every morning after. I have to constantly work to open him up. It's why we have to start early today.

It was time for one of his favorite part of this, and ironically mine too. Time to get him nice and slick Wolfy. Spit mixed with the dried cum in his ass cleft left over from yesterday, and some of the pre I scooped from my flared head. Luckily I was leaking like a faucet. It coated my fur a little, and I gently rubbed it into the spit and grime left between his cheeks letting a finger slip inside as he quickly began to loosen.

'Good boy. Open for daddy now' Good words. Something coaxing at times is best. Today I wanted him relaxed. I wanted him to feel pleasure instead of just pain. I knew he'd feel enough of that later. And he did. Not everything is pain. Not everything is torture. But everything is as you say it will be, and like magic, he obeyed my command. Why? He respected me. As soon as I whispered those words, fuck makes me shiver even now, I felt my finger slide in easily. Just a little teasing to start with before I'd mount him like a little squealing mare.

Always temper the pleasure with pain though, and vice versa, unless it's serious he-fucked-up-my-coffee dom time. I know his limits. Know your sub's limits Wolfy. Otherwise it will be a disaster. With my boy here, I knew what to do. I quickly eased a few fingers in and slowly worked his ass over. Remember what I said about listening? Well I did. His soft nickers and grunts told me I was doing a good job so it was time to step things up.

I took my position behind him, one hand sliding up to the rump band on his harness. It's a neat thing, it loops around the dock of his tail. I hauled on it causing the thing to flag up more. He squealed a little. Equines are so awesome in their vocalizations. He knew what was coming. He'd had it before.

Ah... nice wet spot pup. See you like this story. It gets even better. I slowly slid forward in a familiar pattern to him. Inching in, letting him get used to my fat cock, then slowly inching in more, time and again pausing to let him get his breath. Make it easy if possible, especially if you have girth or length to work with. Spend time really opening him up. But this was just a warm up to a regular fucking. I'd need him a lot looser than what my cock could give and for what I would need before the day was out. I grunted as I hilted in him. I always loved the feel of his tight ass around my cock. It's sensitive too. I could always feel every twitch and clench his ass gave against my flare and shaft.

He squirmed and writhed with such a dangerous coyness that I had to restrain myself from just bending him over there and then and railing him hard. There are moments like this all the time Dominic, and you've got to keep a cool head. I firmly kept my hand on his hip and the other pressed against the middle of that beautiful golden back, tense with lust. My jaw was starting to hurt from being clenched so tightly. I slid my hand around his side and pinched his nipples. They're sensitive little things, and it's a subtle sign for what's to come. With practiced deftness I grasped the tiny bottle dangling from around his neck on it's chain. The ubiquitous Equine on the label providing a tantalizing clue to its contents. Ah Amyl Nitrates. It's my favorite tool to use on him. He prefers something stronger but I only allow him the leather varieties. The stronger ones are too quick in their effects. I prefer the slower acting ones, as I get to feel the change spread slowly through his body, melding him into the little slut I so adore. Besides, who in their right mind would pass up the opportunity for a little breath play? Ah, don't be an ass. Don't knock something until you've tried it Wolfy! Like I said, you'll explore yourself so fully that sometimes you'll realize you just said or did something and for a moment stun even yourself. Besides, I'll take any tool if I can and use it. Anything from a wooden fucking spatula I can use on his sweet golden fur-covered skin to an improvised "chain" of tow rope tied around his hocks that I had to snag from the trunk of my car. But that's another story. Anyway poppers. Yeah, the size queen's best friend. He's the one that introduced me to this particular tool. Wish I'd found it earlier!

I love to see the way he loses himself to the stuff, its quick, but not instantaneous. He'll protest and squirm, but it's all bluster. I know what he wants, and what he needs, and fuck if he isn't going to get it. I held him steady and firm, my arm wrapped around his neck and shoulders, pressing down, the hand working the bottle open, my other paw firmly on his slender side. I gave him a little roll of my hips, making my cock ream his hole, stretching the sides, just to keep him reminded that I'm balls deep and that he's anchored firmly and that he is exactly where I wanted him. I finally worked the cap off and cup my hand to his chin, tilting that muzzle up and press the bottle's opening flush to his nose. He squirmed a bit, but he has to breathe. I worked my other hand up and clamp down against the front of his muzzle so that all he can do is snort, his nostrils flared wide. He doesn't like sitting still with my cock buried in him for too long, but I wanted him begging for me and I know this will do the trick, so I patiently keep my hands firm, one on the bottle, the other on his snout, my cock anchoring him in place. Finally I pinched one of his nostrils shut, and slowly began to count holding the bottle up to it.

As soon as I heard him inhale slowly, painfully slowly, I start.'One, two, three.' Ah yes Wolfy, breath play. Best way to tie it in is with Nitrates, well and of course blow jobs, but this one is his favorite. The count is always the same, but the time it takes differs. We're not launching rockets into space after all. I like to slow down the closer I get to the big one-oh. That always makes him squirm. He'll whimper and begin to mewl, the pretty little thing, but I'll stare right into his eyes over his shoulder, nipping at his ear, telling him what a good boy he is and to let it take hold, and you can see it. I sure did this morning. It was pure magic. That moment where the fight slips away to be replaced by that dark arousal. This morning was no different. His shoulders relaxed a little and I could feel him shudder as he sucked in air through his nose. Oh, I'm no monster, I know he's flesh blood and fur, he has to breathe. Besides it gives the stuff time to really start to kick in. But I only gave him few seconds, that's all he needed, then it was time for the other nostril to get a dose.

During the second dose the effects really start to sink in. The dark beast inside him uncoiling and awaking parts of his lust egging him on in insistently. Like always, today it was his shoulders first. They slumped slightly, his head bowed down as he began to crave the vapors as a drowning man craves air, or more importantly as a whore craves cock. The transformation continued as he slunk back against me as if trying to get my cock further into him than it would possibly go, his back arching, his head bending down, his body becoming an S. Yeah, a big capital S for Slut. When this happens I do what I did this morning. I slowly pull the bottle away from his muzzle and let go of it. It was time to let the little colt sing his song to me. Every time is different. Desperate need, slutty horniness, aggressive disobedience. Not this morning. It was a whimpering moan of pure lust. He knew how important today was going to be and I could hear his soul cry out, his absolute submission, his desire to be my Son in more than just name. I have to say it drove me to a new depth I hadn't been before Dominic. Pure lust, and an urge to claim him, stronger than before came over me. There was more too. Something else you don't hear about in Dom / Sub culture a lot. Love. Deep and understanding, compassionate, all-encompassing love. Any Dom who insists that their subs are things, don't deserve love is doing one of two things. Keeping up a front, completely destroying his Sub. Ah, there are other possibilities, but this is what it comes down to. I responded to that emotion as I knew he would want me to, I ground back into his sweet ass as far as I could, grinding against him as has hard and as wildly I could, his voice slipping a little into a mare-like mating squeal.

I writhed against him for a minute letting him milk my cock, my balls tight up against me, soft tingles against the leathery skin as it rubbed against his downy soft fur. I nipped his neck hard a few times in a dominant mating bite causing him to squeal a few more times and to huff, his rump wriggling some more. Ah fuck, sorry hard just thinking about, UNF, ah better. Dominic, it was hot. Period. My lusty little bitch Son wanting me so badly. As much as I wanted to mate him, fill him with my seed, mark him as my little golden mare, no, I still had a job to do. My withdrawal was slow. Unexpected by my Boy. This wasn't normal to him, this wasn't how things normally went. He tried to push back, an indignant snort greeting my ears, his disappointment making me chuckle. "Easy Boy, it's time for your workout." He nodded absently, snorting time and time again, still obstinately trying to get me to mount him again. I'd have to be quick once I was out. I eyed the wall for what I needed and realized I was lucky. I wouldn't have to reach very far.

My cock slipped out with a wet squelching noise, his ass gaping back looking as if it were a sentient living thing. In a way it was. The dark beast of lust drove it, fueled on by a little chemical help. Before my Son, my sweet little colt, could react I pushed forward with one hand roughly on the back of his neck, bending his muzzle down onto the bench, a little drool from his lips smearing across the vinyl. With a quick twist of my torso I grabbed the three leather thongs from their hook nearby, and I quickly spring into action with a speed a Rodeo cowboy would envy. A few quick hard twists and his wrists were bound behind his back, and before he could scramble his hooves out from under himself, the left leg tied to the ring on the bench, followed my the second. His golden body tensed and writhed, and I quickly moved to his front and hooked the collar around his neck, pulling the lead tight forcing him down.

My sweet little bucking bronc was subdued. Heh, Dominic they'll always test their bindings, and he did a time or two, wriggling here, twisting there, and I let him feel his captivity, letting him realize he was fully at my mercy now. I clucked my tongue in the back of my throat and grabbed the other item. Love or no, he was in a mood today, just like a feral equine. With a practiced hand I quickly shoved the ball into his muzzle and hooked the buckles against his skull, not caring if his mane got caught or not. That's when he tried to lock eyes with me. Notice I said tried? Yeah Wolf, they'll push. They'll push your emotional buttons too. The soft whimpers and pleads are easy to ignore, it's just sound. The body language is just thrashing right? But the eyes, they are the window to the soul, and I could see pain there. Exquisite pain.

Huh. You aren't saying much. Do you think me a monster? Do you think I might have crossed a line? Pushed things too far? After all how could he possibly utter any safety word right? Wrong pup, there are more than verbal safety words. A certain pattern he can blink. Maybe it's that special shape I taught him to hook his fingers into, a simple sign language letter..."F" for "Fucking STOP!" No Dominic, no such sign here. That told me everything I needed to know. The emotional pain, the discomfort his body felt, was all wanted, and needed. A boundary to push. For some it even brings pleasure. I chuckled at him then. Why? I know why little wolf. It's because of what comes next. The amount of pleasure he would get from the act was reward enough for my Son. He knows what's coming and would have gladly endured hours of restraint to even endure just a minute of what's coming. Hell, he'd sit through a fucking board meeting with a two hundred page power point presentation with some fucking corporate goon droning on about mission statements and employee synergy for even the chance to experience what came next.

His breath was quick and desperate, like a man without air, but in his case, a sub without anything inside his ass. His golden metallic coat had a sheen of sweat marking him, his forelock was dark and damp across his muzzle. He was immobilized, helpless, and by now this play room was thick with musk and the stench of chemicals. I walked up, my cock bobbing in front of me, leading the way. I grasped the dangling bottle on its chain and gave him one last quick dose in each nostril before I glared down at him, a snarl on my lips.

Always communicate Dominic. It's important. Go soft, they'll run all over you. Get all misty eyed and they might take it as a sign of weakness. Well, until you know your sub well enough anyway. There are times for gentleness, for kindness, all of it. In early dom/sub relationships, safewords work two ways. They keep you safe, and they let you keep up the play. If you break the mask while in play mode, you might as well have just told someone you wanted to fuck their grandmother while their dog watches. In other words, it's over. It will be fucking over. With him? With my boy here? He knows I won't break the mask. Not now. Not yet. I let the snarl wash over him and I watched as those eyes of his glinted. He had my attention, and I had his. I watched as his body shifted slightly. My gaze rested right next to his hips, to the vinyl there. I could see it. His shame there for me to see. He'd cum. Already. He hadn't touched himself, and I hadn't even started working him yet. I reached over and scooped some up, the white goo sticking to my fingers, one obscene runner dangling down to the source pooled on the bench as droplets melted off to the floor. I leaned over and painted his muzzle with it, his own eyes crossing in confusion. He usually gets a good whiff of my balls now, maybe I'll lean back and let him clean my tail hole. Not today. I marked him with his own scent. The change will keep him off guard a little and push his limits a little more. Poor little thing, his routine was snapped, I wasn't buried in him emptying my foal seed into his guts, nor was he getting to inhale my funk. No. He was out of his depth now. And as his eyes unfocused I could tell he loved being lost.

I grabbed the large tub of industrial strength lube. Well, I say industrial Wolf, but more like agricultural. It's the stuff they use to help those feral bovines give birth. Well, if it's good enough for a feral, its good enough for my boy. I grabbed an injector. You can look for them online. Some doctors use them for enemas. Not me, well, not right now anyway. He'd already seen to his own cleanliness before we woke up, and was on a special diet for several days to ensure there would be no, well, cleanliness issues. Remember, being a dom can be dirty work. Prepare ahead of time!

This part of the routine I kept the same, even if things are normally out of order. Usually he'll get a pounding, get seeded, wash my ass clean for me, get bred again, then once nice and loose we get to this part, the fisting. Not this time, but hey, injecting some normalcy would be a good idea at this point. He was getting a little too 'lost' down this unfamiliar road. Time to reign it in. I wanted him to be in his right mind when we showed up this afternoon. I wanted him ready. Slipping back to the schedule would help. A bit.

My hand smacked down across his rump, and his eyes focused a bit, regaining a little bit of his old self. I slowly slipped the tip of the tool inside his ass and began to empty the slimy liquid into him. It took about four loads. By his breathing I could tell he was full. His ass was leaking a lot of it back out. Heh, here's another pic. See how swollen his hole was? How much lube leaked down to his balls, only to run off the sides of the bench? Yeah it is hot.

Hey, son, one more double bourbon for me and Dominic here. Good boy. Hey. Hey! Hey!! Randy!! Get your _fucking_paws off him! Hold on Wolf.

Randy, what did I fucking tell you. Yeah? Don't care if you think he's hot. Ray, bully boy! Get that horned ass of yours over here. Randy here thinks he's Mr. Dom all of a sudden when all he has is a pet. Seems the worthless ass wants a piece of my boy and can't keep his hands to himself! Keep an eye on my boy for a minute.

Ah, there we go. Jason and Frank are taking Randy away now, don't worry Dominic, I explained how you got here and that Randy was bringing you in. I vouched for you, and since this is my night with my boy here, they'll let you stay. Told them you might be taking some lessons from me.

Ah. Sorry. I forgot. Jason Miller and Frank Watts own this place. See them over there? The mule and the tiger? This is their ranch, and we hold all of our get togethers here. Huh? Yeah, they're both pretty studly, and by the way they're both doms. Yeah, it happens. Two gay bottoms, two subs, two tops, two doms. How do they cope? How do you think?

Heh. Quite right, they find a way. Usually involves a 'stand in' sub, or even a short term sub. Maybe they'll borrow someone else's pet. That's a different kind of sub, but that's a discussion for another time.

Sorry, constant interruptions. Where were we? Ah right. His balls. That tight leather skin, my how they glistened in the light. Oh yeah, right, got another pic on my phone. See there? Fat fuckers aren't they? Yeah, if he were a breeder he'd have a few foals of his own by now. Heh, but no. Not him. He cums when I will it, not before. Not when he's alone, not when he sleeps, and well, if he does slip and cums outside of one of our sessions he has to confess to me. I'll punish him then. Oh, something appropriate. Sometimes for the next outing that week over to see my dom friends, I'll make him wear the sign. Hrm? Oh, just a simple plastic laminated sign on a chain that hooks to a bridle I put over his head. "Can't Follow Orders" That's all it reads, but under that I'll pen in the day's problem. In this case, "I dumped my cum, dump yours in me." When he's been that bad, well, I'll have him filled by my friends, leave him stinking of other males and not me for a change. Always makes him sad for a while, but he still enjoys it. And he'll stay that way. Well, not usually for too long. Ah....yeah, you have me there Dominic. Usually until we get home and I reclaim and mark him. Ok, you are definitely not stupid and observant!

But I sure do love seeing those fat colt makers of his slimy like that, dripping with either my cum or lube. I wanted to bend down and nip them with my teeth, but no. Instead I knelt down behind him and began my task of preparing him. We're beyond using one finger, but a nice massage for a few seconds is good, and this is what I did. I trailed the tips of my fingers around the hole, watching it twitch and relax until slipped three fingers in. My cock had already been there, he could take three. And he did too. I could hear the gasp, the intake of breath. Ah, the opening strains of the overture to my favorite classical piece.

I slowly pressed in twisting my fingers left, then right, letting them brush against his abused prostate. Each one elicited a jerk from his legs causing the leather to creak. Slowly I worked in four fingers, then I slid back, pulling my hand free. I slathered it with lube and tucked my thumb under, cupping my palm and pushed in. It's such a magical thing to see. When someone takes a fist the first time, it's intense. The second or third times are pretty good. Someone who's a pro? Like my Son? It's fucking magic. Seeing the folds spread around my furred hand as it gently glides in, the soft sound of wet skin parting. I pushed in until I was up to my wrist, keeping up a constant slow speed to start. I rested for a second before pulling back at the same speed, always stopping at my thumb joint. I don't pull out just yet. Not until he's worked up a little. And he is getting worked up. Slowly.

His tail swishes side to side, the thick hairs slapping my muzzle. I let them. It's a good feeling. It's not painful at all. It's an indication I'm doing this right. His body whispers to me in such subtle ways. When I pushed in, it was always a little further each time. I began to work up a rhythm. In, rest, twist, pull, rest, twist. I kept this up for several minutes, then built tempo until at last I'm in a pretty good rhythm. Almost like he was getting fucked long and hard by another stallion. Then I began the count for him. This time I counted down, and again, I play with the timing. He won't know when comes, but he'll feel it all the same. At the right moment I widen my fist a bit and pull hard almost jarringly.

Ah, thanks boy. Hey Ray! Over here! Thanks for the help Ray! Have a seat bully buddy. Hey Son, sit on Ray's lap will you, he'll hold you a bit and give you a massage. Thanks man, appreciate it. Don't worry pet, Daddy will take care of you properly when we get home. I know those shoulders are tired from everything as is your back. Heh. Try not to get too hard there Ray. Fucking Bull. What do you think Dominic, does my boy give him a run for his money in the sack department? Heh, yeah I agree. They're such a waste on my boy.

Sorry, distracted again. Fucking good bourbon!

When I pulled back with my arm inside his ass, well some people don't like it, some people are fascinated. I'll tell you Wolfy, I was a little apprehensive the first time I saw a prolapse. Then I began to become fascinated. No, my boy here wasn't the first I'd seen, but he was the first one I'd ever caused some time back. I'd felt flush with accomplishment. I did this morning too. Why? Because, he's loose now. Ruined. Now no puny dicked fucker can ever give him pleasure. Remember those rides at amusement parks when you were a pup? Must be this tall to ride? Well, heh, must be this thick to fuck. What? You look surprised? Don't think my cock is as thick as my forearm? Weren't you paying attention earlier? No? Well pup I am a stallion, and a Friesian at that.

His whole golden body shuddered when I pulled back and squirmed at the feeling. I massaged the tender red skin gently with my fingers. Sure my fist had recently been inside him, pumping away, but not everything is brutal. In this, I like to be gentle, to admire the sight, to swim in my pride at making him shudder. And yes, to wallow in the depraved emotions swimming in my own brain. Lust mostly. A need to breed overwhelms me when I do this. I just have to dump my cum inside that mess. Not today. Ah, it was with an iron will that I left him there. I brought our clothes in then. It'd taken most of the morning, and we wanted to be here early to get ready.

Trust me Dominic, Ray, it was hard not to postpone. I was so fucking turned on, my cock was so hard I could have hammed nails, and the amount of cum backed up in my balls could have been used to put out a three alarm fucking fire. The ride here was part of the bonding though. We weren't coming here straight away. Not at all. I bent down to him then and whispered to him. Never you mind exactly what, but basically that I was proud of him and wanted to know if he was ready for today. Let me tell you, never have the two words 'Yes' and 'Sir' sounded better to my ears. Now it was time for a little affection. I leaned in and kissed him. I could smell his own mark on his muzzle, the one I left there with my fingers. I shuddered a little and told my libido to take a hike. I'd deal with the 'other stallion' smell later.

After the kiss I slipped a nice thick plug into his ass. One with straps to help keep it in. Then I untied him and helped him to his very shaky hooves. I also tossed him something much needed now. Sports Drink. Yeah, keep healthy, and keep sane. No one goes near him if he isn't medically tested, and a very trusted friend. Yeah Dominic, this is a real world. I only trust a very few to really go to town on him. A precious few really. Sometimes Dom's get out of control. That's why our group is so tight-knit. If you're serious, we're serious, and fucking up with us is very serious.

My boy downed the sports drink I had handed to him and slipped the shirt I'd bought for him. His harness was still on, and you could see the straps through it. A nice white shirt with black lettering, and maybe a size too small for him. "Daddy's Boy." You probably saw him in it earlier. No? Son, put the shirt on, its right there. Leave the harness on though, I want them to see you as you were. Ah there you go. Now isn't that a sight? Turn around boy. Yeah see how you can see the straps through the shirt? The metal rings? Now tell me he doesn't look like the most fuckable and ownable little colt you ever saw. Heh, yeah he is, and I do own him Ray. Thanks.

Then it was my turn. I put my own shirt on. A black muscle shirt. Matched my coat, but with silver lettering. "Best Dad Ever." Hold on, unf, there. See? Hey Boy come here, Ray, take a pic. Thanks Ray. Anyway, yeah. We went to 'Albo's' for lunch. Heh, yeah that family place off I21. Waltzed right in. He ordered from the kids menu. Nice strong voice. He's a baritone if you can believe it. Throws most people off. Granted it's a light baritone, almost a tenor, but its deeper than you'd expect from a Akhal-Teke. I tell you when he ordered the waitress gave me a hairy eyeball. Felines, am I right? Well, she didn't say anything, though the manager did. He asked me if I cared to find some place more suitable. Heh, some people don't believe me when I say a horse can look fierce. See these blunt teeth? Well, we have long jaws. Lots of strength there. I knew an Arabian that bit through a bull's hand once during a bar fight. Sorry Randy, didn't mean to make you wince, just saying.

Well a nice hard glare, and he left us alone. It was obvious he wanted us gone. Well, we took our time, and finally left. I laughed good and hard as we got into the car. We took the red convertible here. Might as well show off. Hadn't had it out in a while, plus it was a nice day. So with the top down we took the main roads. He had his sunglasses on, and that shirt. I kept my arm possessively around him. Equine we both are, father and son by blood? Not a chance, and everyone could tell. Got a lot of frowns, some slight glances. One car full of young canine females flirted with us. That felt good. Even more surprising was the Frat boys in another convertible. Got an invite to a party at the next stop sign. May take them up on it too. I think I remember seeing two of em on that fetish site. "HotFurz?" Can't recall.

Hrm? Heh. Yeah I guess bully boy since you asked so nice. Son, give Ray here a nice ball massage. Says since you're the one to make them blue, you should be the one to make them better. Heh, just a massage though mind you! I didn't receive a fee did I Ray? Hah!

So we got here before most furs, and then doms and subs started showing up. We milled over there by the fire and stage with Jason and Frank letting them know how much we appreciated this. Old friends, but still, thanks and credit where it's due. Not only do they own this place, they are friends of my dad's from way back. After the sun went down, well it was time.

You all had your drinks, and were mingling. I have to tell you, that neither of us were ultimately perfectly calm, though I was far calmer than my Son here. Imagine what must have been going through our heads. For me, I have new duties, and new commitments from now on out that people outside of a dom/sub relationship will never understand. For my boy here? He loses his freedom. His individuality is still intact, but those moments are for me, and for those I deem worthy. He obeys me, and no one else when it comes down to it. Oh, other doms might give him orders and the like, but if I countermand them, no other order matters. My word is law.

I could see it was affecting him, taking that big of a step, and then add into it, the pain of a branding. We've all burned our paws on a stove. This? Well, it's a world apart. You're taking a burn so deep, it almost goes through the muscle. Yeah, we met up with some specialized doctors who know all about fur marking techniques. We equines have much thicker hides than say, well, you Dominic. Lupines are rather thin skinned, heh! But not anywhere near as thin skinned as a feline. Not every bonding is through a brand. But for my boy, well, being equine, and since I come from a ranching family, well, it seemed appropriate.

Poor little guy, almost frozen in fear. He was trying to not let it show, but he can't lie to me. Not even a little. I could see the twitches in his skin, ears, eyes. Subtle but there. He began to sweat when Jason brought the custom made iron I'd had made for this event. That iron looked simple, and plain, but It had cost a small fortune. Who knew black forged iron could be so expensive? Well, I do now. That smith that made it was a fifth generation craftsman known for his work in bond-brands. I'd gone through all the records out here too. North American, South American, European, Feral markings for ranches, everything. Who knew royalty in Brittan even had their own markings? Oh not all species go in for it luckily, or even the stylized mark I had made would have already been taken. Knowing my luck I would have ended up with something ridiculous. A single triangle and a straight line or something.

As it was I paid a fee to the registration society to have one made specifically for us. Based on ancient brands of his family and mine. Just a simple shape really. One "M" and one "E" Pressed against each other, but a little stylized based off of the original brands. Lazy M and Rocking E.

Ah Wolfy, the one thing I will never forget are the smells. My own sweat, my Son's, the smell of the Ranch, the dust, and the fire. Hot mesquite and oak. A pungent sharp smell, overlaid with smoke. That fire was fucking hot. I watched as Jason pulled the iron out and tested the heat on an old sheet of leather. There was a slight hiss as it burned, but little else, leather being dry. The black marks made the mule smile.

Its at moments like these when, hah, forgive the old saying, when the meat meets the metal. When you really find out if you're all bravado, or if you're really ready for it. I don't mean just myself either, my boy here was scared. I could really read it now. Any idiot could. His tail tucked between his legs, his ears laid back, his eyes rolling a little with fear. Jason gave me some good sage advice as he stepped off the stage. As he did so he called for quiet, and that's when you all started to pay attention.

Ah the feelings I had, I can't describe. Heat in my stomach, fear in my gut, doubt in my mind, but under it all a layer of pride. Of needing to be there for him. For myself. He'd made me stronger than I was before, goaded me into being the type of hoss I knew I could be inside. How could I let him down? I couldn't. I wouldn't. I never would again. My jaw became tight, and all feeling left. I was strong, upright, and committed. I squared my shoulders wolf, and at that moment, though he didn't wear a brand, it didn't matter. I would claim my Son, my Mare as mine.

I locked eyes with a few. Yeah, I saw you Dominic out of the corner of my eye. Ray wasn't far from you, and a few other good gentlefurs. Doms and subs alike. I remember locking eyes with just about everyone those first few minutes as folks shifted from hoof to hoof, or pad to pad. I turned and stared into my boy's eyes. I will never forget seeing the look of doubt, hope, trust, and terror. I soothed it as best as I could. One hand on his shoulder, the other under his chin, forcing to look me in the eye. He was wanting to be strong, but just couldn't do it. This was why I was here. For him.

I turned him around then and tied him down. Ah Wolfy, yeah you are a romantic, but there were two reasons. His own safety was one. Should be move wrong during the branding, well, he could mar the brand or hurt himself or others by thrashing around. In those parlors you get sedatives and painkillers. Here? Fuck no. Ruins the experience. This is it. In your gut. It's a feeling. You are bonding over the pain, the thrill, the love, and the sweet surrender.

Each lace around his wrists, his angles, his thighs, his waist, was sealing his fate. Oh, we'd spoken words, we'd made promises, but this made it real. As each lock and knot was put in place, a little more of his freedom and ability to really fight back was being stripped away, his own will broken, but this is important, willingly. Up until I spoke, he could have backed out. There are consequences, bad ones, ones I won't go into here. But let's just say when you get to this level of commitment, breaking your word may win you freedom, but it may damage others, and yourself. This is no fucking game kids. Never is, never will be. Anyone who treats it as such is fooling themselves and is going to end up in therapy.

I tested the bonds myself, pulling on each limb and part I could reach. I laid a firm hand on his flank and I could feel his body shake. I patted him gently, something I know that works in our sessions. It took a few extra-long strokes, but he calmed a little, but only a little. The crowd held its breath, and I stepped forward.

"Today is the day all the barriers come down. There are no more safety words. We need none. He will be my colt alone, and no one else's, not even his own. He will bend to me, care for me, see to my every need. I will own him. No one will touch him without my consent. I will protect him from harm. He is mine."

Pure fear radiated from him. Now I could see it. The doubt, the confusion. Why was this happening, it was all too much for him in a way. Which was why I was here. I looked down at him with my fiercest look. That was hard boys, but we have to be hard. "Don't worry boy. You're mine, understand? From now on, no one, and I mean no one will touch you without my say so, you will look to me for your guidance. Everything. Understand?"

There was a change in his demeanor then. He was still terrified, but I could see it. Blind trust, and faith. He wanted this so much, and was so scared. There was no way I could let him down. No option now but the way forward. I nodded once with a firm jaw, and a gentle stroke to the back of his mane. It was the last of his free life.

I have to admit, there was sweat on my brow. I reached down and pulled the black muscle shirt off, letting my fur breathe into the air. That's when I really spotted you Wolfy, your tongue out as you gazed at me. Heh, I watched you the entire time. My attention is always caught by someone who may be eying my boy.

I reached down and picked up the brand and stood in front of him. Remember that Ray? Yeah, I wanted to look into his eye. Let him understand I knew what I was doing, to connect with him but this wasn't the time. Without a single thought or hesitation brought the brand down onto his flank, everyone including myself held our collective breath. The hiss began then, and the whimpering, pleading escaping his muzzle, tight in pain, each moment more shrill, a feral horse with a broken leg, caught in a ravine, or dying at the hands of a wolf. In a way he was. His freedom left him then, torn asunder by the jaws of his new life, his new commitments. The smell hit then, burnt fur and the sweet stench of cooking meat. Steam rose from his rear when I pulled the brand away. A moment of silence descended then. There on his delicate rump was the brand. My brand. My ultimate mark. I reached down and wiped the tears off his eyes and knelt down in front of him. There were tears there, and a look of profound relief. Everyone cheered, but to me, none of you guys mattered. I only had eyes for him. For my boy.

Hem. Well anyway, you saw what happened next. How Jason inspected the mark, and Frank checked it for completeness.

You see little Wolf, a promise is fleeting, and barring surgery, a brand is forever. A mark to remember. And I wanted him to remember this, and to let everyone know I had truly claimed him. He was still a little loose from our play earlier. I leaned in close to his rump, taking a deep breath to scent him, and noting the additional smell of cooked meat and singed hairs. It was a new smell. I wasted no time. Time for a true mating would come later. I pulled the codpiece off, letting my cock slip free and let myself slip into the folds of his used ass. Each rough thrust gargantuan in strength and feeling. I could feel him around me, fevered, hot, and full of need. He yielded like he never had. I could hear his pleas finally.

"Please, please sir, dad, please. Mark me dad, make me your boy"

This time we both cried out. No poppers, no chemicals, no slutty actions other than the very public fucking I gave him. I slid home and like a true stallion it didn't take me long. I nipped at the salty sweat soaked fur at his shoulders and mated him hard, feeling each stroke stretch him little more. He grunted, and I remember kissing him from behind, his muzzle turned to mine as I finally did what he'd been almost begging me to do all day. With a few short deep thrusts more I unloaded into him. Each shot fired from deep within my being, my ultimate depravity satisfied. He was no longer himself. Hell I wasn't me anymore. He wasn't the only one being branded, well not emotionally anyway.

Heh, yeah I remember Dominic. I remember seeing you finger your knot as I dumped my cum into him, and I knew I'd have to talk to you. I whinnied then, fuck why do you think I've been drinking the beer and bourbon? Ah, alcohol dulls the pain right? Damn, might be why I'm a little horse. Well, not so, hah, little. Sorry couldn't help it.

And that's it. That's all that brought us together, if you can consider such a long story and string of events "all." I don't. Never question the good things in life guys. It's a short life, and we must make do with what we have.

Eh? What now? Well what do you think Randy? Right, good!

Come here Son, I think it's time to go home and have some nice tender after care don't you? I've got some of those pretzels you like, and that movie you've been dying to see. I've ah! Sorry, yeah I know it's tender. I've got some ointment Dr. John's gave us for that brand to ensure it heals well. Fucking hot boy! Oh, and I have the padding down in the back seat of the car so you can lie down.

Hey! Ray thanks for helping with Randy, and let Jason and Frank know we'll stop by in a few days for dinner.

Oh, and Dominic, here's my card. I think you'll do well with some more instruction on what you can expect. I'm serious, you have the makings of a good Dom in you. I, that is to say, we would be happy to help you. Oh, heh, and to answer your question.

You wanted to know who he is. Well, his name, for what it's worth, doesn't matter anymore. Because what he is encompasses so much more than any single name, or act we could possibly perform. All you need to know is because of me, he will, from now on be far more than who he was.

Now who is he?

He's Mine!