Sum Mannus Phi: Adventures Of An All Stallion Fraternity: Week One
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Sum Mannus Phi: Adventures Of An All Stallion Fraternity: Week One
Club rush week can be a hell, as any former freshman will tell you. People clamor to make friends and set up their rooms and all with barely enough time to orient themselves for the first round of classes and the grueling syllabus readings.
Derek had heard the horror stories of hellish roomates. Everything from chronic Bob Marley stylized stoners, to "elf knights" with their own collection of unopened "Lord Of The Rings." merchandise.
"All stallions here! Join Sum Mannus Phi!" It was a loud voice; an interesting prospect.
As much as Derek desired to move into that fraternity, he was too shy from fear of being refused or taunted. High school was often like that; newcomers could make all kinds of mistakes that branded them as uncool for the rest of the year and it would take countless effort to strive back to some level of popularity or acceptance.
Supposedly, college was more mature, but with all the drugs and parties, he seriously doubted it.
With frustration clear on his face, he went around the other booths and collected all the free snacks he could carry in his backpack. The organisers were generous, and he had a feeling he would be going to a fast food restaurant to steal ketchup packets for soup pretty soon if he didn't.
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Later at night, after unpacking fifteen pairs of socks and underwear in his temporary motel room for rush week, he arrived back at the front door of the exclusive all equine dormitory; hoping they would accept him.
Derek looked over his shoulders constantly even as he knocked on the solid aged wood of the door.
Who greeted him surprised him. A pretty mare...Derek took a longer look.
A feminized stallion pony little over four feet with light chestnut fur met him at the doorway in a pink frilly maid outfit; red ribbons braided in his mane and tail and a little black cock had been ornately decorated with a long-tailed pink ribbon.
For the longest time, he could only stare.
The pretty pony blushed, swatting his tail as he called over his shoulder in a clearly soft-spoken sissified male voice.
"Brothers! Someone at the door." The pony called out, bowing before Derek and vanishing back into the house.
Loud annoyed clops went toward him as he saw the towering form of a black stallion in a dark blue tank top and a royal blue pair of briefs which had been stained with male sweat and musky fluids. "About time. We ordered those pizzas an hour ago."
The stallion's eyes widened in surprise as he snorted, seeing Derek in the doorway. "Where's our pizzas?" The bodybuilding stud grunted out.
Derek looked on, dumbfounded that he had been confused for a delivery boy. Of course, why else would a human come to an all horse dorm? No humans ever pledged to a house as exlusive as this.
"I'm not the delivery boy...I'm here to pledge so I can join the house." Derek declared as evenly as he could; his feelings of rejection resurfacing.
The black horse broke out in the most elaborate overblown laugh one could imagine. "Hey brother Jack!" He calls back.
"What?" A grey horse in a white t-shirt--and nothing else--comes to the door.
"He wants to pledge to our dorm." The black stallion repeats.
Jack breaks into a loud boisterous horsy laugh as Derek tried to covertly peak at that wiggling open cleft of black-jack horse sheathe.
"See something you like?" Jack remarks proudly, thrusting his crotch obsenely forward. "Maybe I'll let you play with it sometime."
After the black stallion calmed down from his laughing fit, he soberly looked back up at Derek. "Seriously, freshie, which dorm put you up to this?"
He nervously played with his polo shirt as both horses stared at him and others in the dorm gave him the occasional glance as they happened by the doorway. "No dorm, I want to join."
It was an awkward silence; not because they didn't believe him, but because it was the weirdest situation ever. Apparently no brother in Sum Mannus Phi ever received a sincere pledge from a non-equine, much less a human.
The black stallion yanked him rudely into the dorm and shut the door behind. "Okay bitch, we'll give you a try. BROTHERS!"
A whole gauntlet of stallions in varying colors and breeds encircled him, curious stares beaming down at him.
"Brother stallions of Sum Mannus Phi: a lowly human wishes to pledge an eternal commitment of fraternity to all assembled and the glory of these walls. If no one has objections to punishing this insolent little slut until he either drops out or is admitted, then hold your words and let his trials begin."
All the horses grinned, dropping their pants and underwear until Derek could see every musty sheathe bared in view; an occasional fuzzy crotch displayed a peeking cockhead.
Derek sighed and blushed as he breathed deeply of masculine odors as thick as fog.
He almost gagged as all the smiling horses laughed at his surprise. "Here, you pledge on our holy cocks your commitment to the brotherhood. You must accept any task a brother gives you unless it coincides with what another brother tells you to do. You are unworthy to be a pledge and it is our obligation to humiliate and punish you until we can determine if you have the right to be a brother or not. Your two weeks of pledging begin now, freshie--you will follow the brother we assign to you right now into his room and become his ass slave for his personal use whenever he wants while wearing the official pledge uniform. You will not speak unless given permission, not masturbate unless given permission, not undress without given permission, and not eat or drink anything a brother has not given to you. Today, you begin submitting to everything we order you to do."
A nervous sweat broke over his body as jutting slimy members began to crawl from their sheaths and ooze pre as the stallions waited expectantly for his response.
Derek humbly grasped the nearest glans in his hands and knelt forward on the floor to lower his face to the head and gave it a long lick and then a devouring kiss.
"I pledge myself to the brothers--I pledge myself on these glorious members." Derek moaned out, the glans suddenly squirting sweet steamy horse juice down his throat.
He repeated this obscene oath until he had kissed every cock and his lips were sticky with dried bits of smegma; wiping it off with a careless motion of his wrist.
The black stallion grinned, hands on his hips with his black crotch thrust forward in pride. "Now who wants to train this bitch to be a proper brother?" He sneered with a laugh, snapping his tail expectantly.
"I'll do it!" A muscular shire declared.
The black stallion slapped his forelock in exasperation. "Anybody besides brother Calvin. We want a brother to fuck him, not cock-murder."
Long hesitation followed. Derek could see that some of the stallions sincerely wanted him as a pet, but they already took pledges of their own to play with.
Finally, the black horse sighed and grabbed Derek by his shirt with a hasty jerk. "Fine; I'll take you. It probably makes sense that the fraternity head has responsibility over the weirdest pledge of stallion house."
With that, the other stallions broke up the formation and went back to watching t.v., studying, or naked beer pong with four sissified ponies on all fours holding up a legless table.
Derek watched as one of the brothers playing ping-pong slapped the pink thonged ass of whichever pledge made the table tilt the most.
"I'm Damien." The midnight stallion remarked, looking back at the unfolding scene that the human had been watching. "And we have hazing down to a fine art." He chuckled out, enjoying the sound of a brown pony yelping out as a brother snapped his ass hard with a ping-pong paddle. "He's lucky; if a pledge spills a beer of a brother, that's instant grounds for a Calvin attack--and Calvin sure loves those."
Damien continued to snicker at the humiliation of all of the feminized stallions--not just the four ponies--who wanted to join the fraternity.
As they came upon Damien's room, Derek noticed that the stallion only had a single bed in the place.
"You sleep with me, mare slut." Damien remarked, going to his dresser and pulling clothes haphazard from his dresser until he had a handful of pink things which he passed to the human.
Even as Derek stared at the ball of feminine clothing balled up at the floor on his feet, Damien smiled. "They're built to stretch. It's a maid uniform one size fits most. We had a hell of a time outfitting Calvin, but for most other pledges, this size is about right."
His mind struggled with putting on such a garment; Derek never considered crossdressing sexy, and he certainly didn't feel comfortable with looking like some fairy maid.
"You put it on or your ass gets booted out. This is the standard uniform of all pledges."
Derek sighed and finally did as he was asked, the dress fitting neatly over his body and making him look...cute. He did not like cute.
"Don't worry, filly slut, tomorrow I'll start you off with the filling of shame--that should be a proper introduction to all of your future brothers." Damien snickered, even as his eyes danced with delight when Derek slid the sexy bright pink thong up his legs.
No sooner had Derek finished, than Damien shut off the lights and dragged him into the bed like a hot shadow of power--a hot body rolling all over his amongst the sheets as he felt something wet and hot drip on his ass with musty steam.
"You'll be a fun mare, pledge." The dark stallion whispered in the shady blankets, his cock now thicker than Derek ever thought possible...and certainly more than he thought his body could handle.
Damien thrust Derek's legs up as he pointed the thick tip of the monster cock at his entrance; stud slime dripping all over his ass while the stallion leaned forward, his hand pulling the little snip of thong fabric out of the way.
He felt like screaming out as that giant weight crushed his chest and threatened to suffocate him, the smell of dirty horse making him gag for fresh air.
Then the stud worked the slimy tip all around his butt like a lubricant paint brush before jabbing it between his resisting unready crack even as Derek screamed and pleaded for the horny beast to stop.
He wasn't ready for it; his ass popping as the glans slowly pushed against his tightly clenched hole in a bid for penetration like an equine battering ram.
"Don't worry mare; you'll love your first time." Derek breaths out between elated panting.
Derek could only yelp out with sudden pain as the grinding firm horsecock finally split his insides and popped in like a rocket--searing his rectum with sudden burning discomfort.
Then it was in and Derek let out a slow breath, his eyes closed as the pain receded and he felt only pleasure.
"There. You're all stretched for my use." Damien chided, leaning forward to lick passionately on Derek's blushing bliss-ridden face.
Damien lifted his legs all the way on his hips and kept them there; ensuring that his mare could neither move or resist the probing creeping cock now squirming into his internal folds like a thick worm.
Derek could only sigh as the glorious member slid in his body. Damien had been far more cruel in appearance than he was as a lover. It seemed that in the privacy of a room, the stallion knew what it meant to be gentle as his hole squirmed on the slowly working bulge of pulsating horseflesh as though it had always belonged there.
Damien moaned out quietly, his lips working in a bliss-filled grin as his jutting hot member now inched itself inside the mare pledge until it hilted Derek.
They lay there locked together for a minute...perhaps more...eyes clothes and content with the deep primal sensations of sex...before Damien worked his black muscular thighs and began to thrust faster and faster in incremental bursts of ferocity which Derek could not only handle, but begged for more with humble little pants of ecstatic breath.
As the horse rubbed him efficiently like a piston in an engine, Derek no longer let any worries of being split apart and killed by a horse member bother him. It was all the way inside him, working at its fastest speed, and Derek only found pleasure in the rapid cock beating on his insides. Relaxed and stretched enough, it no longer caused any pain that an onlooker might have suspected.
The frantic pace of the horse lulled Derek into a relaxed state of sexual euphoria until Damien trumpeted out with a loud equine shriek. Derek looked on in conusion as the stallion ripped his hard steamy member from his abused ass and sprayed thick warm horse jelly all over his dress front and face; sticky globs on his cheeks and chin giving off sweetened stallion musk like perfume beads.
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The next morning, he awoke with a start as something painfully snapped across his ass. Immediately, he looked up and saw brother Damien flexing a black riding crop in his hands.
"Wake up, filly bitch. It's time for all the worthless little pledge maids to make the breakfast of the brothers." He sneered, slapping Derek's ass again with a brutal blow as the human suddenly threw himself out of the sweat and cum smelling sheets of their shared bed.
Damien marched him as if a dressage trainer; following behind with the whip to tap his ass whenever he didn't move fast enough.
Each moment was disorienting. Not only because he had been prodded by different objects in the time that he'd spent in the dorm, but it also seemed that new challenges were starting.
Damien had finally nudged him into the kitchen, where he looked at all the other sissy horses. Some of them had oozing cum leaking out of their rumps or around their muzzles as they scrambled to cook for their assigned masters.
"I want sugar in oatmeal, some carrots dipped in peanut butter and jelly, frosted turnips smothered in molasses, a cold beer, and a blowjob from my mare bitch when she gets done with my breakfast." The black stallion declared, grinning as he walked casually away with a proud lift of his tail.
Derek tensed himself as he bumped his way through the busy pink-dressed horses cooking in the kitchen.
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Making someone else's breakfast in a frilly sissy maid uniform did not begin true degredation like the scene unfolding before him-prancing shy little maid horses bent down on the ground and faced the t.v. on all fours as their backs were used like makeshift t.v. dinner trays; hot bowls and plates as well as cold dripping beers were placed unmercifully on their backs as they tried to stay as still as they could.
Derek looked on the odd scene of one particular pony bent over the arm of the long couch, his head against the side of the couch and his legs under the rump of his naked master. The dark chestnut stud paid no attention to him, cheering on the football game playing out on the wide-screen as the upside-down horse displayed the slender thin shape of a brown opened twelve ounce bottle of beer sticking halfway out of his tailhole as if he were some glorified cupholder.
The brothers cheered ecstatically to the game with every goal as they eagerly ate their breakfast off the backs of their indentured slaves, Derek himself less than comfortable with being a table for his own master.
After twenty or so minutes--at half-time no less, Damien finished his meal and began to rudely cram the neck of the empty glass bottle up into his rump with firm twists until the container stuck out of his ass halfway even as the stud smacked his butt and ordered him to take back the dirty dishes and get him a new beer.
Laughed out of the common room to the frenzied noise of boisterous chortling, Derek did his best to waddle away into the kitchen as the glass bottle rolled inside him with every grind of his buttocks.
But no sooner did he drop the plate and bowl in the sink, did a shadowy presence loom over him even as a thick heavy hand twisted the little bottle around inside him like a glass dildo, thrusting it in and out of his rump gently.
"How's my mare?" Whispered the smooth deep silky voice of a familiar creature, black thighs nudging against the back of his legs and buns as a wide bulging crotch bumped at him with a thick horse package barely contained behind a flimsy little cheetah thong.
Derek shuddered as the muscular dark brother placed one strong hand over his upon the counter and blew sultry breath into his face like a warm summer breeze.
"Good." Derek managed to force out as his chest tightened in uncertainly and his body collapsed clumsily against the kitchen counter.
The horse chuckled mischievously, leaning his tall muscled body over the human's small skinny one. A shadow overtook him even as he felt the warmth of the masculine stinky male horse sink into his skin like sexy butter.
Staying calm was difficult as Derek's smaller member jabbed painfully into the cupboard door under the countertop; a presence so great overcame him that all fear and doubt washed out of his body like rain as the powerful creature saturated his tingling skin with equine heat like waves of earthy cinnamon.
"You hide it well, human, but your body desires me. There are no secrets from these eyes; I read the world like a book." Damien lustily ran his slick warm tongue over Derek's ears and cheeks like a soggy piece of leather-making the human shudder in want and anticipation of whatever the stallion planned.
Damien was a force of humor: at the very same moment that he found himself needing the stud like no other purpose in his life...the stallion humped his hips forward and used his firm jelly sheathe to ram the bottom of the bottle into Derek's bottom with such kinky ease as the human blushed to the sensation of the entire glass thing now buried deep in his ass like a hard dump; his rectal muscles pushing around it and playing with it inside him.
The stallion gave Derek one last lick along the face with that mildly abrasive horse tongue and went back to his football game with a haughty flick of his shimmering tail that glimmered like oil.
He went to the sink to clean dishes and squirt the bottle out of his bum into a trash can. No sooner had he finished rubbing a stain out of a small plate did he hear a loud crash in the living room and some fretful screaming and yelling.
"You insolent little shit! You dropped my beer!" Snarled a loud stallion voice as his pet screamed and cried for mercy.
"Calvin gets to play!" Another stallion laughed out as a large horse whinnied out in eagerness and mischief.
Derek dropped the plate back in the sink and peered around the corner to stare at the rippling muscular asscheeks of the draft horse.
Calvin crouched on his haunches, keg-sized buttocks rippling in masculine glory even as he managed to see the huge thick cock stiffening in a draft stud salute.
Even from several feet away, Derek received a staggering sweet masculine gust of stink from that pair of flexing asscheeks even as the draft snickered and lowered his lance as if ready to unmount a knight in combat, ramming forward with vicious ease and lust as the massive pre-covered tip smacked wetly against resisting flesh and slorped right into a tight hole as a high-pitched little pony whine echoed off the walls to laughing.
Peering closer, Derek watched as the little pony fell to the floor on his belly as Calvin sunk his monster cock easily into the puckered anal flesh of the disobedient slut; his massive arms holding him as he proceeded to do what looked like push-ups to smash his cock slowly in and out of the tiny horseass under him; the pony sniffling in pain as he laid his pretty groomed tail to the side with hands over his face in shy submission.
He watched in astonishment as the pony pledge was stretched and serviced by that huge member; slime oozing out of his hole and along the thick veined length like ropy strings of J-lube.
"Oh gawd!" The stallion-turned maidslut squealed out, a heavy amount of passion and pain in his feminized little voice as if he could not keep the two separate.
Derek winced as a little bit of the juice smacked his cheek; the warm horsefluids sliding down his face as he smelled the powerful stallion hormones mixed inside.
He licked it up as the droplet tickled his lips, his mouth consumed with a fiery passionate wave of stud cinnamon that suddenly inflamed his body for sex.
A small cock began to stiffen in his panties as the horse pre melted in his mouth--the thrusting machine-like thighs of that giant silky smooth black horseass mesmerized him with dirty thoughts as he watched that pretty short little shire tail lift with every push and offered a peek of the giant pouting draft hole.
Derek thrust his erect silk-covered crotch into the white painted door frame as he watched the thick tree trunk of cock ram into the tight pony hole and spread it wide with masculine power like a stallion speculum.
"Yeah! Ride that pony!" A brown and white pinto cheered, rubbing the semi-erect nub beginning to jut from his bright yellow briefs; the front soaked with dirty horse juice.
He felt so guilty watching and humping the doorway, but he lost all self control and could only fantasize about stuffing his cock in that huge hot draft anus like a meat thermometer.
"How convenient!"
Derek immediately squeaked out as his brother/master grabbed him by the ear and pulled him away from the kitchen into the living room even as Calvin gave one last titanic thrust of shimmering horsecock before burrowing the whole length in the submitting pony and erupting cum out of the stretched tortured ass like spilled milk.
"Now we can see to your first test of devotion." Damien jeered, shoving him down on his knees before the other stallions as they looked down on him with obvious smiles intended for him. "Anal slaves! Get the filling tube; we're going to service our new pet."
Derek shivered, looking back behind him as two of the ponies shyly held their mouths with covert little sissy giggles, daintily clopping away with tails held high in a prissy flair.
It wasn't until this point that the true depravity of those around him truly left an impression. It seemed that equines were clearly tractable to unusual fetish situations, as proven by the ease that ponies and other male horses assumed their role as sissy mares for those in charge.
He noticed that the other horses dropped their underwear from their hips and drifted toward him and his ad hoc master; white grins on their faces as they held their tails high.
WHAT...
He had no clue what they had planned; not really. Keg stands? Binge drinking until he vomited? Drinking some horrible mix of stuff that had come out of the refrigerator and blended together?
Hazing incorporated all kinds of weird rituals that pledges had to endure if they wanted to earn the right and status in the fraternity.
With each glistening wet dewy sheathe and crotch all bare before his gaze, his eyes spun in rapture and caused him a burst of dizziness that left him spinning.
What a lust-what desire wandered into his loins as the sacharine taste of their dirty smells entered his nose and overpowered his senses.
"Ohhhhhh." He could have fallen on his face at that moment and submitted stupidly to them while he drooled all over the carpet with the heady dose of their stink still lodged firmly in his memory like the haunting beauty of an unforgotten song.
And no sooner had that thought ended, than he found himself surrounded in an impenetrable wall of male horseflesh that could not be breached no matter what desperation.
But he didn't want to escape; he could not even begin to choose to escape such a world of vibrant lust as the presence of stallion had overwritten every bit of his independance and made his body theirs without the least amount of struggle.
The two ponies arrived promtly, bickering in a silly manner as they tugged a hose between them, upon which was attached a funnel and the other end resolved in a thinning plastic tip.
Derek saw that the strange assembly of tubing was empty of any fluid, assured that the next step was a surprise.
"Ready the slut!" Devlin snapped out; Calvin immediately grabbing him by his ankles and lifting him in the air upside-down despite his protests and feeble struggling.
From where he was dangling, he almost blacked out from the instant headrush as he watched a stallion position a chair nearby him.
As Devlin climbed the chair and stroked his limp black cock to a firming hardness, the full intent of the trial was made clear.
One of the sissy ponies stuffed the tip between his buns and thonged crack into his puckered resisting hole even as the other obediently held the funnel close to the glistening half-erect member, Devlin began to urinate into it.
He froze in disbelief as he felt the hot piss begin to coat his insides with lingering warmness as his master emptied a half a quart or so of his bladder into the funnel, where stallions laughed and made excited rabble over the slowly draining tube with the bubbly frothy yellow fluid sinking down into the poised helpless human ass.
For a long moment, while the liquid steamed inside him like a lingering caress of horseness, Derek could not decide if he felt violated or graced.
It gurgled and squirmed inside his body like quicksilver as he arced his back in desperation and shook despite the firm grasp of those vice-like draft fists. "No...please...no...more." He pleaded, even as Devlin left his pulpit and was replaced by the next stallion in need of relief.
Devlin wiped his lightly dripping limp member on the pink frilly dress as a sudden surge of heat sank into his ass in a flood of fresh horse piss.
His belly began to bloat out a little bit with every ounce of stallion urine draining down the hose into his body.
The torture was continuous and seemingly unending as more horses took their turn to relieve themselves into the wide mouth of the funnel.
His colon and insides gurgled with the warm bubbling froth of a golden enema from so many snickering piss-filled equines.
Calvin laid him easily down as the sloshing of the warm fluid in his intestines rolled into every fold with slick ease even as little trickles of musty urine began to trickle uncontrollably from his ass even as the circle of stallions began furiously rubbing their cocks to fullness and he could see from his tired sickened state that the ordeal of being filled by horses was only starting.
Long slivers of slime worked down from the cockheads and hung in the air like shiny spider webs as the sissy ponies watching nearby began to smack their lips in unsatiated sexual hunger.
Derek couldn't believe it, but he also saw jealousy in their eyes--the mare dressed pledges wanted all this horsecum in THEM!
He could only spare them a moment of wonder as a sudden surge of cum splashed against the funnel like a long stream of milk from a giant cow teat; the slippery white mess of juice sliding down the clear tubing as if a foggy snake until it gurgled all the way down into him with frothy hot horse goodness even as the brothers laughed and the nearby feminized horses giggled.
His belly was already bloated, but with every cup-sized load from each furiously pawing stallion, Derek was certain he would blow up like a pinata if the pressure of all this stud milk didn't stop!
Even as his belly threatened to pop, a brown and white stallion dismounted the chair after dumping a load into the funnel; his flaccid juicy member hanging down between his thighs and now close enough to Derek's face, he could kiss it. "Hey filly slut-Brother Isaac saved some for that dry throat of yours."
Derek shuddered as that pink and brown cock crept close to his lips. He was so confused and uncomfortable, he couldn't decide if he wanted to suck the horse dry or try to resist the offer.
Isaac snorted, tapping the glans of the sloppy cock against his upside-down chin in impatience; expecting him to make up his mind.
After a moment of hesitation, Derek seized the equine snake in his hands and stuffed it greedily in his mouth; sucking hard on the tip while squeezing the rest of the cum out of the urethra into his mouth.
The warm thick strands almost made him gag as he forced the horse cream up his throat, but he didn't care--his throat was dry, and the silky slime of equine jizm seemed to soothe his aches at least temporarily.
He watched as Isaac carefully yanked the giant warm cockhead from his lips and began to stroke and tease the throbbing hard little human member in good fun. "Hmmmm. I wonder which of the little ponies wanna suck some mancock?" Isaac teased as Derek felt the shire snicker enough to lightly shake him.
Derek soon found himself looking up the thonged buttcrack of a cute brown sorrel pony boy as a cute little black member jutted from a pink pair of ruffled undies and slid carelessly along his chest in light little humping thrusts along his fevered horny skin as a delicate hot mouth quickly devoured his mancock in an inferno of pony saliva and tongue.
He thrashed involuntarily against his bonds and could occasionally feel the next cup of horse slime ooze down into his bowels, but his full attention was on the cute mouth and the hot slippery organ sliding all over his body like heated satin; slick pre lube cold on his chest and belly from the many wandering thrusts and slides of the petite carefree pony member.
The pretty mouth sucked harder and harder, soon gently engulfing his firm pair of testicles as well in an oral embrace of slime and tongue. "Good little pledge slut." Isaac remarked.
"Yeah! Who wants to mount him, fillies?" Another stallion mused.
The little pony shivered in surprise as he sucked; adorable feminized body shaking in anticipation and fear.
Derek watched as another scantily dressed little mare-stallion came up from behind and lifted the dainty reddish-brown tail out of his way before slowly delivering a long girlcock into the twitching panicked asshole of the pretty brown horse as if it belonged to him.
He was shocked by such a blatant sight even as the brown mareboi backed his rump into the thrusting member to give easier access and deeper penetration as his deep muzzle locked over the human cock in lustful concentration.
The view up a cute ponies' fat buttocks at a thick throbbing, thrusting horsecock almost made him shoot at that moment.
His cock surged with blood as it pulsed and throbbed with lust before blasting the hungry hot horse mouth with a load of cream before his body convulsed and he found himself quickly blacking out.
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Derek's awakening was less than cordial. In fact, he was more confused than ever.
His limbs were locked into a sort of bitch standing heat position with his butt raised, and a thick layer of fur enshrouded his whole body like a cocoon. He could feel as his ass slowly oozed with cum and pee with every breath he took, fluid dripping down along his legs and soaking into the fur of his suit-like prison.
He quickly found that he was not only blind, but his mouth was stuffed with some round rubber gag to silence him.
A giant presence crouched behind him and hugged his belly firmly, making his ass expel a long stream of horse fluids as a voice above declared with a chuckle: "There's your toy, pony bois, but don't break him."
As the cute ponies giggled and rustled in straw behind him, Derek could feel one lift up something behind him and he knew it to be a tail. It was at this moment that he realized he was trapped in some kind of mare fursuit.
He shuddered as he felt a little tongue begin to slurp the musky juices and cum from his rump, the face pulling away after a moment with a content cute little burp. "The brother's taste good!" The pony declared.
Derek heard as someone rudely pushed the other pony to the side and snickering, tapping a little eight inch horse cock on his furred rump and then began to roll it around his buttocks to get it all slimy with cum and spit. "My turn!" He piped out excitedly, sliding a fat little grub of a cock into Derek's defenseless hole.
He found himself trying to lean into the pony strokes, as it was not painful in the least. His rump was prepared, and the cock only teased him to a higher level of male estrous.
The cock worked his insides into a froth, but ended quickly; his hole squirting out cum and piss as the boicock slid out.
He blushed as he winked his reddened anus in invitation like a mare as he waited impatiently for the next cock even as they giggled and snickered boisterously in response. "Wow, he's a slut like us!" One said, as they continued to laugh and another impatient sissy pony boi took their turn behind him.
Derek blushed and moaned into a ballgag or something like it as the thick little pony cock began to churn with certainty in his bowels and make the brother's previous cum enema into an impromptu supply of ass butter; frothy salty cum dribbling from his ass like a leaky tub of melted margerine. The pony squealed out in triumph, slamming in one final time and bathing the front of his adorable tight thong panties in a sticky layer of horse pudding; Derek could feel the sodden fabric against his dripping ass, as well as imagine the pretty cock and balls taut against the sticking fabric.
He felt somewhat dirty, but being used like this actually incensed his desires more than anything else and his loins were awakened by the idea of being a cumdump toy to horny horses.
Oh god how dirty and wonderfully disgusting he felt as all the horses in training took their turns of his slutty hole and filled his male womb with their sweet seed until it threatened to overflow out his mouth in a white geyser.
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The next day after being abused and played with by all the horny equine pledges, he awoke naked on the floor-
In the livingroom-
Surrounded by raging hard horse sausages-
And the sharp snapping of flat wood on skin.
Derek looked up into the first mischievous pair of eyes, and the large wide cricket bat held in the two giant horse fists like an undersized club.
"Come crawl your dirty little ass over here!" The brown and white painted stallion snickered, his brown balls and mottled-colored cock throbbing from his unusual mirth.
Further movements caught his eye and he looked onward behind the first stallion, seeing the long line of big muscular males standing in a progressing line, all of them holding some kind of paddle or small whip in their hands.
For long moments, he could only stare, unable to believe they would actually spank him like this.
"Better to get it over with--we might get impatient and let dependable ol' Calvin have at you for awhile!" Another stallion, a big blue roan with a tail shimmering like oil and a sneering harsh smile that seemed to declare his enjoyment of these rituals.
Derek shivered; he thought that Calvin was by far one of the the sexiest horses he'd ever seen, but the cock on that behemoth of horseflesh looked like a weapon outlawed in twenty different states!
As he got to his hands and knees, his body shook from cold as stale ponycum leaked from his well-used dumpster of a sluthole. He took a deep breath, trying to steel himself for the gauntlet of pain that lay ahead as his cock began to droop from his foreskin as if to peek around and see what was going on.
This was obviously going to hurt, but his body strangely seemed not only prepared for the abuse but craved it in a submissive masochistic way. He supposed that it was because he was being punished by the beings he worshipped the most. Perhaps on some instinctive level, he always felt unworthy to horses and always sought their punishment and assurance that he was nothing but a pet to them.
If he made it through this week, he would be a full brother of the fraternity, but he would never be able to forget his place as a weak human to a bunch of horny, crude beasts with the ungodly sexual potency of rabbits.
He looked back as he felt along his hips and crotch. He wasn't totally naked; it seemed they dressed him in some sort of fancy cutesie pink little lacy bridal thong complete with nice little bows and trim around the sides like a skirt.
Somehow, the idea of being bared and continually humiliated and sissified only made him harden in his panties all over again like the shameless horse-whorshipping whore he was.
He began to crawl, begging timidly with his eyes and his trembling skin as his face soon accosted the paint horse's crotch, where he promptly licked and affectionately played with the pretty silken warm horseballs as though he were addicted to them.
Derek rubbed his cheeks all over the soft hot thighs and couldn't bring himself to stop or do as the equine master demanded of him.
"Get between my legs so I can pound that juicy ass, filly bitch!" The first brother in line snarled, disgusted by his overzealous stallion worship.
"But I'd rather suck some horse jewels all day." He protested, feeling his hands all over the stallion's firm ass as his tongue slurped all over the pretty warm horse sack.
Snorting with arrogance, the paint grabbed him painfully by his hair and threw him back at the ground. "Get to crawling, now!" He hissed.
Derek shivered as he realized that his distraction wouldn't work. He began to crawl between the horse's muscular juicy legs, and when he was halfway through, strong knees snapped around his waist and trapped him in place as the stallion casually snickered and took his time, even while all the other horses looked into his surprised face and laughed at his confusion.
"Let's give this tease a decent ass-pounding!" He decreed, bending down.
He found himself yelping out and crying as the first harsh blows landed and deflowered his helpless asscheeks with fiery bursts of ragged pain.
Derek found himself unable to fight out between the hot musky thighs as that cruel beast took to his ass with harsh blows from a paddle! For a good minute, the paint landed several scorching smacks on his ass and only let him go after he was satisfied that he had reddened every inch of skin with angry welts.
As he loosened his great furred legs, he took one more vicious slap at Derek's well-abused ass to spur him forward into the next stallion, the blue roan behind.
He shuddered as he waited before the next stallion, too afraid of the next part of the spanking. His ass already felt sore and bruised, and he hadn't even gotten through a quarter of them.
"If you crawl through real fast, I'm sure it won't hurt THAT much!" The horse teased, flexing his arms and thighs while standing in place as if he were some sculpted equine bodybuilder.
Derek cautiously looked up into those eyes as he tentatively crawled forward on his hands like some kind of animal. He wanted to do nothing else but nurse his broken ass, but he knew he couldn't stop now; they were waiting for him, and he had to do this if he were to join the fraternity.
His hands reached out for the greyish-blue thighs of the next brother horse, the warmness of the skin almost sending his body into orgasmic fits. "Ohhhh. Please tell me you won't hurt pony too much--I love your body so much--want your cock in me right now."
He was rewarded with a slap to the face and a blow on his back from the paddle. "Stop trying to seduce us, you little whore! Your going to take your punishment and like it."
Derek shivered as he lowered himself to the floor and begin to lick the roan stallions' right hoof. "But I don't want to. All of you will hurt me too much."
The stallion wrenched his foot impatiently away and snorted angrily. "Being a brother of Sum Mannus Phi is an honor that must be earned with pain, tears, and humiliation. If you can't handle that, then you don't deserve the priveledge of even taking our holy cocks up your dirty ass!"
He nodded, sighing helplessly. Though he knew that to be true and was more than eager to prove himself to his fellow brother horses, the fact that his ass was-would be battered so savagely by each of them in an assembly line of pain made him hesitate for long moments.
Bravery and confidence ebbed away, and left naught but a scared little sniveling filly in their wake. The next moment, he knew, was vital. It would define his success or failure.
Idly, mindlessly, he crawled forth between the blue-grey legs as though he always belonged under the muscular stallions. He had crawled the necessary eight feet, and in his drudgery of fear and numbness, Derek was not even aware until he was looking at the next brother.
The impatient blue roan beast had stroked not one blow upon the screaming infuriated flesh of his backside. His temporary relief and gratitude abruptly ended with one glance up at the maniacle smiling muzzle of a dark chestnut stallion before him.
The third stallion in line clearly seemed infused with cruelty, for that look in his eyes lacked all but sympathy. This was clearly a horse whom had a harsh training schedule for his personal pledge. Derek could see it in those eyes--the absolute sexual sadism of that creature only mocked him with the obvious. "Come take a lick at my sack, little mare slut. I promise if you service my cock well I won't whack that rump too hard."
It was a lie. It had to be. This was not a brother who showed mercy to any who were below him. Derek had to forget his pleasing words and promises. As good as they sounded, they were false!
He continued on, despite the stud's snorts of disgruntled annoyance.
No sooner had he reached that magical threshold between the stallion's thighs, was his tush immediately blasted with the intense pain of a series of clapping lightning bolts upon his flesh from the cruel velocity of the cricket bat.
But the greatest indignity was yet to come, for pain was a mere temple to the ultimate agony of all of existence and knowledge:
Betrayal.
His eyes locked upon the calmly staring face of his master, as the black horse licked impatient horny lips and casually slapped a riding crop in his palm.
"Took you long enough to get here, mare slut. Ready for your initiation?"
Then all hell broke loose if stallions could be compared to hand grenades. Immediately like a bomb had gone off, he found every horse scrabbling and snapping hands all over his body as though he were made of gold, and each of them wanted a piece.
Derek found himself tugged senselessly in all directions in a sea of fighting horseflesh as waves of sweat and stallion stink suffocated his nostrils with their excited equine musk.
They were beginning to rut their foul-long sought male chemicals into the air; announcing their horniness and readiness for copulation as though he were a mare who would be mated by every one of them.
As powerful horse hands grabbed his limbs, body, and head, he found himself held down lengthwise against a padded sawhorse-like bench. Derek remembered these. It was called a bondage horse. Such things were built for spanking and forced doggie-style sex.
His eyes lit up as Calvin pushed his way through the gathering of horny erection-bearing stallions as if they were a sea of colored flesh and cock.
He knew what was coming for him, and just as certainly as he heard Damien whisper into his ear, the situation was obvious.
"Sorry, filly bitch. You took too long to get through the 'Crawl of Shame'. Now to be a brother in the fraternity, you have to take the cock of the biggest member. Open wide." The black stallion teased, licking Derek's ear as his eyes cautiously watched all the activity going on behind.
Derek couldn't see behind, and he didn't know if he wanted to.