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I fucking love leg day. Grueling, relentless and awesome, it's the most important day of the week for all bodybuilders, beginners and champions alike. Sure, a wide back or a thick chest are impressive, but if you build a solid foundation below your hips, the sky's the limit. That, and there's nothing quite like a massive set of quads flexing in the sun, the muscles clenched and bulging, the striations highlighting your hard earned vascularity.

"Mmmnph..."

Squats are my absolute favourite thing about leg day. I may be known for my back width, but there's no better feeling than piling three times your bodyweight onto your back and pushing yourself to know what you're really made of. Feeling your quads explode as they cry for mercy, your hamstrings burning, and then that sweet, sweet moment when you pass ninety degrees and feel your ass flex. Mnn, ain't nothing like it.

"Mawph..."

Well, almost nothing.

"That's it, boy..."

Another great part of leg day is how fucking brutal it is. Most wannabes shy away from the grind, put in a half-assed effort and then ask themselves why their legs aren't growing. But then they make their chicken-legged selves feel better by bouncing double their bodyweight off of their chests. Morons. People like them don't understand you have to put in the time, the effort, and learn to embrace the pain as you would a cherished loved one. Leg day is designed to destroy you: it will turn you into a hot and sweaty mess and leave you in a stinking and exhausted heap every damned time. Anything less, and you're cheating yourself out of earning those idolized tree trunks every muscle lover wants.

"Mmmnhhh..."

And wouldn't you know it: today is my favourite day of the week.

"Yeh, that's it. Get in there."

I honestly can't believe my luck lately. When I retired from competition, I thought my life would start to suck almost overnight. I opened my gym, I started training others, and I thought the dreaded 'retirement' routine of would set in. Sure: the very lucky few end up as movie stars or plastered on supplement posters, but most of us go back to leading quiet, dull and boring lives, regardless of how many titles we've won. How fucking wrong was I.

People come, people go; I don't advertise but word still spreads. And that's what brought him to me. Said he was travelling the world and needed a job, just like every other early twenty-something who comes through this town. Being in the middle of nowhere, you would think no one would want to come all the way out here. Wrong. This place is the unofficial mecca for every lost hippy, tourist, surfer dude and travelling kid wanting to explore the west coast. Don't ask me why; I've lived here all my life and still can't figure it out. Must be the climate when it's not foggy, or the awesome surf when it's not freezing. But since I've opened up shop, more and more muscle dudes, dude-ettes and wannabe pro bodybuilders have been making their pilgrimage to my doors to work out within my walls. And some have come looking for something else altogether.

"Uummph..."

Mnngh, fuck is he ever good. If you know me by now, you know how much I love a good horse snout. And you know how fucking lucky I am to have a boy hanging around this place who doesn't know his own limits. Sure, he likes to play it up with being all shy and quiet around everyone, but I don't buy his bullshit. Not since he begged me to choke him with my cock and drown him in whale spunk.

I give him a good squeeze, forcing another moan from his slutty throat. Damned horses; gets me every time.

I think the sun set a while back; I guess it's not important. Sundays are normally my lazy days, and shutting the doors at four has its perks. You get a chance to clear down, tidy up and work out in peace. Except for those days where your balls are aching for release and you tell your personal towel boy to finish his work extra quick.

"Mmnnffhh..."

"Yehh, there ya go, boy. Right there..."

When he'd finished clearing the locker rooms and mopping up the showers, he'd returned to me setting up in my squat rack. I'd spent half the day stealing glances at his dusty snout and had given myself an awesome idea. With as little words as possible, I had ordered him to sit and watch me work out without touching himself, no matter how huge the tent in his shorts got. And fuck did it ever.

I gave myself absolute Hell; leg day demands nothing less. Heavy squats, leg press, extensions, calf exercises, and then I finished up with a series of stiff-legged deadlifts right in front of him. For those of you who don't know, each rep has me bent at the waist like a hinge with my knees locked, forcing my big, muscled ass to stick straight out into my boy's face. And I'll be damned if I didn't hear a whimper or three below my laboured grunts. Even lifted my fluke a few times to give him a good look of my striated glutes. A shame my shorts were still on; I know my hole snuck in a lewd wink or two.

When the loaded bar hit the ground for the final time, so did my shirt. And to my boy's immediate adoration, so did my shorts.

I turned to face him, pumped-out and panting from the strain. Sweat covered near every inch of my smooth hide, my heavy stink rife in the air. Fucking leg day: works up a sweat near heavy as back day: the evidence left strewn about my gym floor in random spots and puddles. Feh: I may have no sense of smell, but I've been told how brutal my musk can be. Whatever. Pitstick does nothing to hamper my thick musk and does horrible things to my skin. Ditto sprays. Jack shit I can do about it. If you don't like it, that's your problem.

"Come'ere, Martyn," I'd cooed, coaxing him from his seat on one of my musky benches. Like Hell he needed any encouragement beyond a simple command; he'd practically bounded to his hooves at the sound of my voice. I'm not really big into the Dom/Sub stuff, but it's what he wants, and for how fucking amazing he can make me feel, I'll definitely play along. "I got somethin fer ya."

He knew better than to approach me with clothes on and had immediately lost his shirt when he stood. Within seconds, he was wearing his dusty grey coat and nothing else, his cute piercings shining under the lights, his meager horsehood dropped and raging. Fuck was he ever delicious, even without my cum smeared throughout his fur.

He approached as gingerly as he could, his shyness obviously in combat with his horned excitement. I watched his nostrils flare as my musk hit him, causing him to pause mid-step. One sniff had lead to three, which then yielded a chuff and a nicker. He likes my muscle stink. Lucky me.

Watching a horse walk with a raging hard-on is always entertaining, especially when they have their slit pierced; the silver twinkles in the light with his every step. He's a kinky little thing, and I can't get enough of him.

Our sheer size difference is another thing that gets me so fucking horny about him. I have to be at least four times his size, if not more, and even as a young hoss, I still have at least two and a half feet on him. Whenever he stands at my feet, I'm forced to look down to catch his gaze. Mmh, just one look at his lithe, little body and I can feel myself swell.

I took his hand and had led him to the cushioned floor of the gym's warm-up area. I had the mind to make him lick clean every last machine and bench pad I had sweat all over, but the ache in my balls wouldn't've let me wait. I have more use for his talented mouth than a lifeless piece of salty padding. Having turned to face my little colt, I dropped to my knees and gripped his head to run my fingers through his mane, earning an appreciative nicker from my little colt. He's happy to be here with me, and I'm happy to have my own towel boy to take full advantage of.

"Ya've worked so hard in keepin' this place clean an tidy, boy," I started, drawing him closer to my overheated frame as I dropped back onto my calves. "An' ya've done such a great job, too!"

He smiled.

"Thank you, Sir..."

I ruffled his mane some more. He likes that.

"So, I was thinkin," I began, gripping his mane harder before drawing him closer to my pumped physique, "I want ya ta take a break an' relax a bit from cleanin' with yer hands."

He looked at me in confusion. I couldn't help but smirk

"...Sir?"

"See my muscle, boy?" I asked, drawing him closer to my left shoulder. "Worked up one hell of a sweat pumpin' my legs. Knew ya'd wanna take care of it fer me."

His reaction is simply mouth watering. Excitement, trepidation, arousal, thirst; they all fought within his eyes as he flicked them from my gaze to my chest and back again. I'm not sure he even noticed his mouth had opened; that wonderful tongue of his poking its head out. It had opened further as he felt my hand sliding down his back to grip his flank, drawing him even closer while wrapping a bulging arm around him. He stifled a moan.

"Sir..."

"Lick my muscle, boy," I growled into his ear, holding him still as his shudder came. "Lick the sweat from my body an' maybe I'll give ya somethin special."

His eyes fell, no doubt feasting upon the thick black and white muscle before him. He had chuffed again as his snout fell closer to my shoulder, but I had other plans. Guys like him always want to get to the good stuff, and this time, I had the mind to let him, just this once. His eyes flicked to my shoulder.

"Not there," I warned, having spread my fingers into his coat and curled his waist into my biceps. Confusion had become him before I flexed my mighty pecs and bounced them before his eyes. Another shudder followed. "Start here an' work yer way down."

His eyes flicked to my sweaty chest, then back to me. I shot him a lewd smirk.

"Get to it."

He raised his hands. I allowed it. He wouldn't be needing them in a bit. Timid fingerhooves touched my wet skin, testing the pliancy of my hide. Whales have a natural layer of bodyfat that we can't get rid of no matter what the fuck we do. Gets in the way when ya pose on stage, but it makes us feel soft and warm to the touch. My boy stifled a moan, no doubt having revelled in my radiating body heat. I pulled his head closer and his tongue touched my chest.

"Mmnnhh, there ya go."

He kisses my muscle, taking in the warmth and flavour of my body. He chuffs a second later, his large nostrils flaring as he takes in my sweaty scent. I lightly scratch behind his ears. He likes that, too.

A few tentative licks on my pec were followed by his tongue pressing and sweeping across my snowy skin. Timid moans began pouring from his snout as taste started to pour over his tastebuds, my raw and salty flavour quickly becoming a constant companion. Within minutes he has my skin in his mouth, suckling my muscle as if it was my cock. I moan my pleasure for his ears.

"Mmnngh..." Fuck does he ever have a great mouth. His thick horse lips are like soothing oil to my skin, his tongue a paintbrush of raw pleasure. "That's it, boy. Keep goin."

He needs little encouragement now, having nearly cleaned both my pecs. He's mixing his broad licks with tiny kisses, stopping to suck the sweat from my muscle when he finds a particularly thick vein. My moans echo throughout the gym; he nickers in response. He loves it when I moan; loves how he can make such a big male cry out in pleasure. He sucks harder. I moan louder.

"Uunngh! Yeehh boy..."

He moves up onto my shoulder, but I can't fight my growing impatience. His tongue is so fucking talented, I don't want to wait any longer. I want to feel it so fucking bad, the pressure in my jock is starting to hurt.

I squeeze him tight before releasing my hold on his flank and slide my arm up his back. Fingers find mane and sink in, which slowly brings his oral worship to a temporary halt. I hum softly as I press his head to my shoulder, turning his snout to feel his breath upon my chest. I rest him there for a few moments, just to hear him breathe. He sounds so beautiful, the way he chuffs his approval, his nose drowning in my sweaty musk.

"Damn, boy," I begin, flexing my cleaned pecs in front of him, "So thirsty for me..."

I feel his tongue on my chest. Fuck, he's insatiable. I'm gonna have so much fun with him tonight, I can barely keep it in my jock.

I press his snout harder to my mountainous chest, smearing my hot sweat all over his nose. He chuffs and breathes deeply, revelling in my heavy scent. His tongue is like silk; warm, soft and wonderful, blazing a trail upon my sweaty hide as I pull him toward my right nipple. I can't help but flex the muscle in anticipation. I fucking love having my nipples sucked.

"Go on, boy," I encourage him, his snout poised to strike, "Ya know how much I love it."

His beautiful horse lips find purchase, and I suck in a deep breath before moaning my pleasure throughout the hall. I practically crush his head to my chest, groaning for him to use those blunt teeth of his. They bite down on my hardened flesh and the pleasure shoots lightning to my balls, a deeper moan providing the echoed thunderclap.

"Ohhhhh FUCK, boy! Again!"

Again, he bites. And again I shout my unhindered pleasure to the ceiling. He vibrates his tongue over my thickened nub, and I groan harder as I feel the pressure between my legs reach breaking point. Fuck, I need to get out of my jock. As much as would fucking love to have him worship and lick my entire body clean, I need that talented tongue of his somewhere specific.

He doesn't see it coming; too concentrated on sucking the sweat from my nipple. It doesn't take much: a quick grasp of a hamstring, an easing nudge forward, and before he knew what was happening, he was on his back with his massive Orca muscle daddy on top of him.

His eyes flash in all directions, no doubt attempting to figure what was happening. I waste little time getting into position: bracing my hands above either side of his head, my knees planted astride his thighs. The lights cast my shadow over his entire body and eclipses him from the rest of the world. He's trapped beneath me, exactly where I want him. He knows it, too; the look he shoots me is one of the hottest things I've seen in years.

Oh fuck. Fuck do I ever love having a smaller guy trapped beneath me. It's the way they squirm, the look on their face. The awe, the fear, and the ultimate surrender upon realizing the futility of escape. I can do anything I fucking want with him: squeeze him, crush him, fuck him senseless; the possibilities are as alluring as they are bountiful. Looking down upon him, my eyes gaze over his beautiful snout; those big nostrils flaring, that talented tongue of his hidden from view. How fucking badly do I want to feel that face trapped and smothered in my pits, forcing him to breathe my wet hot stink while eating them out. Mmrrr... The fantasy brings more pressure between my legs, only my favourite will have to wait for another night; chest day, or arms day perhaps. Tonight, I want my hoss trapped elsewhere.

Tearing my eyes off of his greedy snout, I crawl forward until his nose his directly below my bulging jock. Between my thick legs and beneath my sweaty ass and fluke, his head becomes imprisoned in black, save for the white of my loins which grace my inner thighs. And one of the best parts about leg day: you wouldn't believe how hot and rank it gets down there. You could ask me, but you'd be better served asking him.

He turns his snout mere seconds before I spread my knees and drop my hips to the ground. I feel, more than see my junk mash against the side of his face, our bodies separated by millimeters of soaked fabric. I lay on him a bit more, subtly thrusting my hips to smear my sweaty jock along the side of his snout. I dunno about other guys, but 'moisture wicking material' means only 'sweat and stink absorbing' to me; my molten jock providing a healthy concentration of my manliness directly to his nose. I hear a sharp breath beneath me.

"Yeh, that's it, boy," I groan, the added pressure of my boy's snout not doing my balls any favour, "take a big whiff."

He chuffs again, and I hear his breath hitch. He tries again, deeper this time, and I feel his body go limp beneath me. I glance into the mirrored walls next to us and smirk as I catch sight of his cock throbbing at the ceiling. So much for going limp.

Bracing my weight onto my left arm, I slide my right between my legs and find his young snout. Without a whisper of protest, I turn his head so his mouth is sticking straight up before pressing my balls to his nose.

And without a word, my little colt opens his mouth and starts to suck.

"Mmnngh!! Yeh, that's it! Get in there!"

His tongue presses against my balls, kissing, nuzzling and sucking them within their hot and musky prison. I can't help but stroke his cheek as he practically makes love to them, humming and nickering as he goes. Gods, I want to press them harder to his wonderful snout, but I need his neck in one piece, leaving me to groan my pleasure as my arm starts to burn.

"Mnnphhsssir..."

I can't take it anymore. My jock needs to get the fuck out of the way.

Releasing his head from my grasp, I straighten my legs, throw my weight to my heels and lift my hips away from his greedy tongue. His whine is savory.

"Ngh! Take it off," I bark, my utter want to feel my balls on his face injecting anger to my voice. "Now!"

His hands shoot to my waist and scramble at the waistband. My smooth and sweaty hide provides little resistance as he tugs my jock down over my ass, freeing my flexed glutes before anything else. Another careless tug was immediately accompanied by a thick and wet smack, gone mostly unheard under my thunderous moan.

"Mmnnnnnhh!!" Fuck does it ever feel good to get out of that thing. The relief is so distracting, I almost don't care that my cock has sprung from its musky prison and heavily smacked my little colt in the face. Seems kind of unfair I missed it, too. So I flex my cock and bounce it off his face a couple of times, tapping his snout as I grow my final inches. "Mnngh, yeh..." I moan, bouncing my huge dick on his face again, "get a load of it, boy. Makes ya hard just feelin it on yer snout, don't it?" The fallacy of my taunt doesn't escape me, but it's fucking hot all the same.

I can't help but thrust my hips forward a bit and grind my aching cock against his soft coat. I feel it slip along a side of his face, no doubt forcing an eye shut as I hump him. Mmnh, ain't nothing like a good tease now and then; shoving your huge cock in another guy's face while having him trapped beneath you, letting him know good and well what he's in for. My boy probably expects another throat fuck from his big Orca; not this time.

I lift off of him slightly, my hips withdrawn but my cock still on his face, and thrust a knee to my shoulder in an attempt to slip my jock off. I fail. I try the other knee and fail again. My left arm burns like Hell as I frantically try to slip out of the damned thing; even my boy's hands can't seem to free me.

"Ugh, fuck!"

"Sir... let--"

"Shut up and don't move!" I bark, my frustration bleeding into my voice. Thoughts of how much he loves the rough treatment go to the wayside as I sigh in defeat and shove myself onto my heels. Remaining in a crouched position astride his small body, I angrily rip the jock from my ankles and throw it away from us. I don't care where it lands; I'll have him retrieve it later. I have more important things to deal with.

Without a word, I press my right hand flat against his stomach and use my weight to keep him still. He groans from the strain of having a huge Orca use him as a living support, but the pain will be short lived. And with as much grace as possible for a near six hundred pound killer whale, I pivot my entire body above him until I face his hooves, my knees planted on either side of his head. And when I drop back onto my heels, my fluke comes down and lays out flat behind me, enveloping my boy's entire head in the hot and musky confines of my loins.

"Mmnngh, ya know what ta do, boy," I coo, the horse's warm breath on my taint immediately driving me wild. "I wanna feel that tongue."

I shift my weight forward and drop my hips to press my balls against his face, revelling at how warm and soft he feels beneath me. Peering over my giant chest, I see nothing but his stomach and my cock, his head completely stuffed underneath my ass. I start to rock my hips back and forth a little, smearing my hot sweat and stink all over his nose and absolutely loving the feeling of my balls on his soft coat. He chuffs his approval.

I settle into a nice rhythm: thrusting my hips and grinding my musky balls against his face while I make myself comfortable. Haven't felt that wonderful horse tongue yet, but I'm content with marking my boy with my thick muscle stink for now, ensuring my scent stays in his nose long after I'm done with him. Another chuff announces his movements as he nuzzles my big sac, the sheer size undoubtedly covering the width of his face.

"Yeh, that's it, boy," I encourage, the sweet pressure of his snout on my balls forcing my cock to stiffen, "give em a good lick."

His tongue emerges, and I moan like Hell as it connects with my left nut. He drags that beautiful muscle along the swollen ball, before doing the same to my right, a slutty moan emanating from deep between my legs.

"Uunngh! Fuck yes!!"

I spread my knees wider and drop my weight onto his head, my junk mashing against his face once more. And without my stubborn jock in the way, my boy is free to explore the finer points of my balls in greater detail. Their moist heat, salty taste and intoxicating smell; the sheer shape and size of fully grown Orca testicles; the intricacy of my crisscrossing vascularity: all fucking hot, if you ask me. I got a decent set on me; not gonna lie or sugar coat it. It's not my nature to brag, but then again, I don't really need to as my boy has already found out and then some. But my balls are only one part of me down there, and I can feel him slowly nudge his way behind them.

"Awwwhhh.. haaahheheh," I pant, half laughing my utter pleasure at his intent. "Ya want back there, eh, boy?"

His tongue slips into the tight crevice between my balls and my leg, pressing into the hot and sweaty confines where my thigh meets my taint. A sharp horse breath blasts against my skin followed by more tongue. Oh fuck yeah he does.

With a subtle groan, I ease myself off of my boy's wonderful little snout and rise to my knees. Shifting my legs forward, a suggestive swing takes control of my hips as I crawl down his lithe frame, swaying my ass as I go. I keep my fluke nice and high for the big reveal, curling it up and over my back. And when my hips stop above his stomach and our raging cocks touch, a tandem moan fills the air between us.

Fucking horses; I can't resist: dropping my hips a bit to slide my cock against his. So warm and rigid; so angered and needy; I don't dare look down lest my own needs and impatience get the best of me and ruin the night. So I thrust my hips a bit more and grind our cocks together, hoping to drive my boy just as wild I as am.

"Mmmnnpphh..." Fuck I love those little slutty moans of his. So fucking delicious.

"Ya like that, boy?" I taunt, flexing my hips and laying my cock on his. "Mmh, yeh ya do. Can feel how hard ya are fer me." And I press a bit harder.

"Mmnnnnn!"

And I abruptly break contact. His whine is angelic, if short lived: the lack of contact suddenly bringing him to realize the view before him.

Flexing my massive things, I spread my knees a bit and come to all fours astride him, my arms braced and outstretched beyond his hooves. With my hips holding position directly above my boy's stomach, I've given him a perfect view of my big, hot muscled ass, up close and spread nice and wide. And leaving his arms free to help push himself up, he's got the best seat in the house. The resounding moan from his cute little maw is mouth watering.

"Mnn, get a load a' yer big Orca daddy's ass, boy," I coo, doing my best to peer over my shoulder as genetics allow. "Looks nice and firm up close, don't it?" Ever since I'd met him, he's been staring at my ass. When he thinks I'm not looking, or when he knows I am, I swear he does it in the hopes of finding out what the punishment would be when he got caught. Mopping the showers or cleaning toilets would be useful around the place, but stuffing his little snout between my sweaty ass cheeks and smothering him in my musk would be way more fun. An idea for later, no doubt. The night is young, and right now, I have more pressing matters to address, like pressing my boy's nose into what he's wanted for weeks.

"Whatcha think, boy?" I ask, inflecting my words with a subtle hamstring flex. He whines. "Speak!"

"You're beautiful, Sir," he answers obediently, his voice subdued to that of a whisper. It's unbelievably erotic.

"Ya wanna touch me, boy?"

"Yes, Sir."

I adjust the position of my right hand.

"Ya wanna lick me, boy?"

"Yes, Sir!"

I bring it closer to his waist.

"Wanna eat out my big muscled ass, don'tcha, boy?"

"YES, SIR!"

I grasp the base of his cock in a crushing grip, already feeling his pre flow. He groans under the painful pleasure, no doubt already on edge. I flex my ass in his face, my heavily defined glutes clenching before his eyes, my blackened hole winking in an added tease. His raging horsecock kicks in my hand, turned on so bad it must hurt. Poor colt; I wonder how much further I can push...

"Heheheh," I chuckle, my voice dripping in derision, "I'll let ya have at it, boy," I allow, my grip relenting on his cock, "but only when I say so." And to prove my point, I run my hand up and down his entire length with a languid stroke.

"Mmmnhh!"

I push my hips back and bring my ass closer to his face, taunting his resolve with another stroke. He throbs under my grip and my hand is covered in liquid warmth, his pre leaking from his flare. For as hot and sweaty as I often am, I'm also a bit of a clean freak, and run a tight ship in the cetacean hygiene department. That way I know my boy is about to eat nothing but prime Orca bodybuilder meat, sweat, and musk. So confident am I in my cleanliness, I grind my ass back closer to his face. He throbs in my hand: oh yeah, he's close alright.

"Keep those eyes open, boy," I command, squeezing his cock before beginning to slowly jack his heated length. "Ya've wanted a good look at my ass for this long, now's not the time ta miss out!"

I flex my glutes again and add a subtle grind of my hips for good measure, making damn sure his attention is exactly where I want it. The dominating black of my cheeks, the snowy white of my loins and taint, the ominous obsidian of my hanging balls and the blackened violet skin of my hole: he is going to memorize my ass in every detail before making love to it with that pretty little mouth of his. I can't fucking wait.

I add some strength to my grip as I burn him nice and slow, my hand made slick from his pre. I feel, more than hear his moans: warm breath and ragged chuffs blasted onto my ass, impatient and needy. I'm driving him crazy; I can feel it in his cock: his balls slowly rising to kiss his nice horsey shaft. No doubt his eyes are feasting upon every last nuance of my ass; every curve, ridge and striation professing the time and effort spent in honing the muscles into what were now mere centimeters from his snout. Another pulse of his cock shoots more pre down his length; he's anxious to devour my big ass and please his daddy tonight. He kicks again; I have him exactly where I want him.

"Ready ta show me whatcha got?" I ask, adding in another flex of my glutes for good measure. He kicks again. "Heheheh... Alright boy. Have at it!"

Wet heat immediately presses to my right glute and I almost lose us both. His cock kicks violently as my moan reverberates along the floor, his touch nearly making me collapse. Another lick from that beautiful tongue has me moaning more, my grip faltering. He's starting with the muscled ridge where my left hamstring and glute meet, just south of his ultimate target. He spurts more pre as he licks again, his hot little colt sack tightening with every breath. Lick; kick; lick; kick: he's growing closer and closer as he approaches my hole. I push his leg aside and awkwardly brace myself on my elbow, my right hand firmly wrapped around the base of his cock; my left free to do as I please. Fuck, I've always wanted to try this.

Creeping my hand backward, I subtly slide it down my side before reaching past my ass and behind his head. And with an unseen sadistic smirk, I grasp the back of his head and shove it into my big, sweaty ass, his nose slamming into my taut hole. He moans, kicks and spurts in response, but I'm ready. I squeeze without mercy.

"UNGH!" I cry out, both from the strain on my body and feeling his greedy snout on my skin. He groans and whimpers as I crush his cock in my grasp, his cries growing louder and more annoying by the second. "Shut it, boy!" I yell, pressing his nose deeper into my ass, "Yer gonna cum when I fuck it outta ya, and not a second sooner, ya got it!?"

His whimpers become subdued despite his cock kicking like Hell in my grip. Edging can be brutal for some, but I don't fucking care. He likes it rough, and I need that beautiful horse tongue inside me. So much so, I press his nose harder to my ass as impatience gets the better of me. "Now get tha fuck in there and start lickin!"

Like the good boy he is, his whimpers all but die as I immediately feel those soft horse lips part and that beautiful tongue emerge. I can't help but wink my anxious hole in his mouth, ready to take whatever he can give. And when that thick tongue presses against my ring, my groan fills the entire gym.

"Nnngghh---FUCK YEAH!"

He's shy at first, his tongue sticking to the perimeter of my entrance, lightly licking along the outer edges of my blackened skin. But with those big and warm lips of his, he's quickly sealed himself entirely to my ass, as if preparing for the plunge. And before I know what he's up to, my little horse chuffs against my crack and began to suck.

'Oohhh--Ohhhyyeeaahh, boy..."

I can feel him tug on my skin as his lips seal themselves to my ass, his little snout knowing no limits as lewd sucking sounds fill the air. I can imagine seeing his chest and throat working in tandem, removing the air between tongue and ass while swallowing the sweat and musk that slips down his throat. I just grip his horsecock harder, denying him the release he was surely desperate for. All in good time, little colt.

And speaking of which, he's continuing to take his sweet time with the erotic treatment of my hole, narrating his pleasure with little moans and whines as he goes. It's so hot and cute, I can barely bring myself to rush him: his mouth is as talented as his tongue. But that powerful horse tongue is what I'm after, and daddy's gonna get what he wants.

I flex my anal ring against his wet tongue. He responds by sliding a bit closer to the center. I flex again, and again he slides a bit closer, testing the resiliency of my muscle. I flex a third time and add more pressure to the back of his head; finally diving home the idea as he slips his tongue directly to my hole and presses against it.

"Mnngh! There ya go..."

He presses his tongue harder to my entrance and I wink back at him, teasing his senses as I try to trap and squeeze him. He easily pulls away, but then playfully presses back in, allowing his tongue to be caught again. I squeeze him some more as he pulls away, the playful banter between tongue and ass doing its best to make me relax and loosen up. And fuck me, is this boy ever good at making out with my ass.

He presses his snout harder into my crack and before I know what's happening, I feel both of his hands wrapping themselves around my hips with fingerhooves gripping my thighs. Those fingers sink in as weight is added to my legs; my boy using my thighs to pull himself up and deeper into his Orca daddy's ass. Just when I thought he couldn't surprise me further...

And then his tongue shoots directly into my hole.

"Unngh! Oh, Gods yes, colt!"

His grip intensifies as the pressure builds against my hole, my horse boy digging in and eating my ass out. His lips break their seal as his tongue begins exploring the perimeter again, pausing to head north into my ass crack and devouring the sweat between my glutes before dipping south to revisit my taint. He lays his thick tongue flat against my hide and drags it to his heart's content, replacing the sweat on my muscled mounds with his spit as he goes. Up one glute and down the other, painting my rump with his tongue and laying soft kisses on my thighs. And when he drags that big tongue back over my hole, I moan so damn loud I swear the mirrors shake.

His cock kicks in my grip as his lips reseal themselves around my entrance, his tongue lightly flicking around the contracted skin again. The dance is short lived, for before I know what he's doing, that strong muscle of his is trying to penetrate mine.

"Uurrghh... yeah! Come on, boy!" I shout, cheering him on as he tries again and again. "Do it!!"

He pushes; I flex. He pushes again; I flex some more. He worms his way against my hole and I do my best to relax, wanting to feel that tongue inside my ass more than anything right now. He pulses in; I push out: my resolve faltering. He pulses again; I bear down. He slips inside.

"UNGH! Fuck YES, COLT!"

His moan is drowned out by my booming exclamation, my anal ring spasming against the warm and wet invader. With such strength bearing down on him, my boy wastes little time in pressing his snout harder to my ass and plunging that powerful tongue of his deep inside me. I roar incoherently for all to hear, the feeling of his thick muscle too amazing for words. He presses deeper and begins to rasp against my walls, laying flat against my organs in search of my nut. His search is so wonderfully ecstatic, if not entirely futile: I doubt anyone has a tongue long enough to reach me. But fuck me does the effort to find it ever feel amazing.

With little warning, he suddenly withdraws completely from my ass and chuffs, his lips breaking their seal. He pulls his entire snout away for a moment, as if he were taking the time to savor the taste of Orca ass on his tongue. He chuffs again and plants a warm and loving kiss on my pucker. Oh, Gods yes: he's fucking loving this.

He presses his nose to my ass and chuffs again, his tongue reemerging to press against my skin. He presses harder and slips back inside to my roaring pleasure. Again he scrapes the walls of my tunnel, and again he nickers in response, adding a subtle tug on my hips. He presses deeper inside me and tugs again, his fingerhooves gripping my muscle harder. And when he presses his nose hard against my sweaty ass and takes a sharp breath, the sadism returns to my smirk as I get his meaning. My insatiable little colt wants more from his big bodybuilder Orca.

"Mmmnhhh..." I can't help but moan as I slip forward a bit to grant my boy his wish. Releasing his suitably subdued cock, I bring myself back to all fours above him. His hands break from my hips as his snout pulls away, moaning in raw pleasure as my big ass eclipses him in shadow once more. And with a subtle thrust of my hips, I scoot my knees forward before sitting back on my calves and laying my fluke flat out behind me, completely smothering the horse's face in my hot and sweaty muscled ass.

He moans aloud as he squirms beneath me. I feel his breath on my hole; so hot and alluring. I hear a faint nicker mixed with his heavy breathing before feeling wet heat press against my wanting pucker. I moan like Hell.

"Awww yeeeaah, boy!" I cry, flexing my ass and trapping his face between my powerful mounds. "Lick that ass, hoss!"

His tongue begins painting long licks in and around my ring, his nose trapped between my thighs and forced to breath nothing but hot musky Orca ass. He chuffs against my skin, forcing me to flex harder and lay more weight upon him, nearly sitting my entire weight onto his face.

"Uunnghh!! Yeh! Yeh!! That's it! Eat it, boy!" I yell, really getting into it as the feeling of his head trapped beneath my ass drives me insane. His laboured breath on my crack, his tongue on my muscled ring, his subdued nuzzling against my ass; oh fuck, I can feel my balls churning by the second. "Yehh! Mnngh! Get in there! Nnnnhh! Fuckin love my big ass, don'tcha!?"

He does. He does so very much. He nickers as his breath deepens, drawing each one as if it were his last. My moans crack off the walls as his tongue travels around my taut flesh, insatiable in his need until he pushes back inside. I fucking lose it.

"Unngfhh!! YEH--YEH!"

His tongue graces the warm flesh of my tunnel and I can't help but wink in response; testing him, taunting him: a heavy hint of encouragement felt only by his tongue. With his head firmly pressed between my muscled cheeks, I can't help but flex my striated glutes and squeeze his skull as hard as I can, giving him exactly what he's wanted. And with another ecstatic grunt blasted to the ceiling, I lay my weight backward and sit on his face, smothering my horse boy in raw, sweaty ass.

Sadism creeps into my smile once more as watch him panic: his body shuddering, his fingerhooves arced and straining. I just sit back further, laying more of my mountainous weight upon his head and crushing his nose into my musky rump.

"Mmmnhhh... Yeeeh, you love it, dont'cha, boy?" I taunt, subtly lifting my butt off his face to allow him a brief reprieve before sitting back down and grinding my hole against his mouth. "Yeaah, you love yer daddy's ass. Can't get enough of his scent... Mmnnnggghhhh..."

I bring my hands forward and place them over his, pinning him to the ground and under my complete control. Fuck - fuck do I ever love this. Love having complete control over a smaller guy, enslaving his body to my will and taking what I want. The power, the surrender, the trust; taking them to their limits and then forcing them further. I can see them all in my boy's body: how calm his movements are despite being deprived of the ability to breathe. I can feel his pulse in my hands, his breath slowly rasping against my crack. I let it slow just enough before lifting off of his nose and letting him take a nice, deep breath drawn completely from my loins. Perfect.

"Alright, boy," I say, calmly as I can with a raging cock demanding attention, "now that ya've got a taste fer my ass, it's time ta make yer daddy cum." And I lift my muscled ass slightly off of his head to allow him a bit of movement, positioning my hole over his mouth.

I feel his tongue immediately and moan in utter ecstasy,

"Aaahhhhnnn... fuck yeh..."

He encircles my ring, dragging his tongue over the taut ridges of my blackened skin. One lap, two laps, three: he presses his nose to my pucker and my roar fills the gym, my balls immediately reacting to his wonderful onslaught. I wink my hole in response, teasing him as I feel the muscle relax further Six laps, seven; he feels my strength relent and pushes inside.

"UNGH! YES!!" I shout, my control faltering as I sit on his face to force more of that beautiful tongue inside me. His fingerhooves clench between my thick digits, no doubt in alarm from having more of my heavy ass crushing him into the ground. I couldn't care less. I need more tongue in my ass and I'm gonna get it no matter what. "UNGH!"

I press down onto him more, and am rewarded with more powerful horse tongue inside me. He presses deeper, pushing against my anal walls and coating them with his spit. Each scrape forces my cock to kick, my balls starting to rise against my stiffening shaft and coaxing my pre to flow. Groans pour from my throat as I practically bellow my pleasure to the ceiling, his tongue powering my body to an ecstatic high. He pulls out to lap at my ring and I squeeze his tongue in response; a feeble effort before he plunges back in.

"UNGH! Yeah - YEAH!! AGAIN!" I shout, demanding he fuck my hole with that glorious tongue of his. He pulls out and shoves back in again. "UMNF--Fuck! AGAIN!" And again he pulls out, and again he shoves back in, laying waste to my muscle as I fight him as best I can. "UUMNGH! AGAIN, BOY!" He thrusts again, and again, and again; his tongue plowing deep inside, powering my balls to press against my cock and threaten to blow at any second.

"YES! YES!! MORE! Aaahhhnnn!! Awww fuck--Fuck, boy! I'm gonnahhh--" I release his hands and frantically grab at my nipples, squeezing hard and tweaking them between my fingers. I grind my hips and ride his face as my orgasm builds, crushing his head and smearing my ass on his snout. Another flick of his tongue and he pushes deeper than before. "UNNGH!" And then deeper still. "UUNGH!! Awwww-ffuu---Uuurrrkk--!!"

My balls surge against my shaft and I roar as cum erupts from my raging cock, blasting clear of my boy's hooves. I bear down onto his head and squeeze his face with all my muscle as my cock kicks again, shooting another thick stream of hot whale cum all over the floor. I see white as instinct hijacks my body and my right hand finds my cock, pointing it downward as I frantically rise to my knees and begin to pump my cum all over my colt's little body. Five shots, six shots, seven; my hole spasms from the sudden lack of attention as I pump more and more cum all over him. His chest, stomach, legs and cock; all begin bearing the wet markings of my musky seed. Eight loads, nine; my entire body shudders from my mind blowing orgasm as my balls drain themselves into his coat and cover him in my warmth. And as I feel my orgasm wain, I fall back onto my heels and lift his head up, eager to jack my cock directly in his eyes and give him another taste. He lolls his tongue out like the little slut he is and eagerly takes the rest of my load down his throat before licking my cumslit clean.

Moments pass as we lay there panting, his heavy breathing slowly turning to pleasurable hums. I cradle his head in my hand as my senses return, coming down from one of the best orgasms I've had in months. My muscles relax, my balls drop back into their sweaty sac and my breathing begins to slow. I look down at his cute little snout and I can't resist,

"You fucking hot colt," I groan, dropping to my knees and bringing his mouth to mine before smothering him in a deep and powerful kiss, shoving my thick whale tongue into his mouth and down his throat. I hold his head as I work those beautiful lips over, tasting myself more than I do him. He groans his satisfaction into my mouth, and I moan in response, a final show of my absolute domination over him. This horse is mine, and he fucking knows it.

Releasing him from the kiss, I lower his head and take his wet and sticky body into my arms. Holding him in a warm and enveloping embrace, he looks up at me and smiles.