Irrational Fear: A One-Page Commission: Edited
#1 of Commission Stories
This is my first ever commission, and I felt like I needed to edit this some more, but here is a commissioned story for my holiday commission series. Thank you to everyone for all the support and advice! Merry Christmas! If you enjoyed it, go ahead and fave or leave a comment! Any criticism is welcomed, as long as it's constructive.
-V
Terrence stripped himself of his clothes until the young and slim muscled stallion stood only in his boxers. Yawning, exhausted after a long day of college classes, the young equine climbed into his bed and quickly fell fast asleep.
Striding into the dormitory bathroom stall and lowering his boxers, sitting naked behind the door, Terrence let's out a huff as another hot shower starts, filling the room with the sound of water falling to the floor.
Under the unaware stallion, in the bowl of the porcelain toilet, a blue tentacle snakes its way up from the u-bend. Slowly rising behind Terrence, the tentacle wraps itself around the stallion's muzzle, forcing the young equine to stay quiet and not allowing him to call out as another tentacle wraps around his middle.
Flailing his arms and his eyes wide, Terrence freezes when he feels a third tentacle touch his sensitive pucker, making him clench his paws at the tentacle around his middle. Ever so slowly, the tentacle leaks a liquid against the stallions entrance, lubing up the small hole, and slickly snakes its way into the equines small pucker.
Terrence throws his head back in ecstasy as the tentacle seems to head straight for his prostate, rubbing the lump of bliss, forcing Terrence's cock to shoot straight up, rock hard, and leaking after minutes of the continuous rubbing to his pleasure spot.
Kicking his legs out as the tentacles hold him in place, pleasuring the young stallion, Terrence feels another blue and slick tentacle wrap around his throbbing length, slowly engulfing the horse's prick in warmth like a maw.
Sliding up and down the stallion's cock, his head flaring out after thirty minutes of continuous pleasure to his prostate and cock, Terrence's face flushes as he grits his teeth, feeling his orgasm approach.
Gasping through the tentacle around his muzzle, Terrence's body shakes from the non-stop pleasure around his cock and his prostate as he shoots his white, creamy stallion seed into the sucking tentacle around his throbbing hard length. Sucking the seed right from his balls, pulled tight to his body and pushing out all of the semen he could produce, the tentacle continues to move up and down Terrence's cock.
Continuing to milk the stallions prostate as the young stud shoots spurt after spurt of his seed, the tentacle around Terrence's middle loosens, along with the one around his muzzle, and withdraws back into the toilet. Slowly, the tentacle engulfing Terrence's cock withdraws itself, as the equine's balls hang limp, deflated and unable to produce any more seed. Giving the young stallion's prostate one more punch, making Terrence gasp in pleasure, the last remaining tentacle pulls itself from the equines abused hole with a POP, and slithers back into the toilet.
Laying back on the toilet gasping for air after the forty-five minutes of pure pleasure, Terrence's body twitches, too weak to move.
Waking up with a gasp, Terrence sits upright in his bed, eyes wide. His rear sore and his pucker slick with some kind of fluid, the stallion rubs his sore muscled bum. Looking down at his groin, The stallion realizes that his boxers are nowhere to be found. Bringing a hand to his forehead, confused, Terrence lays back down and closes his eyes as he rubs his sore and empty balls and clenches his slick rear.