Grey and Evan
Grey is © Yanosh, Evan is © Me, storyline is © us :P
It all happened on that fateful day. My life would change. It's weird how it all started with a simple letter on a simple Friday...
"Evan sir your mail has arrived."
"Thank you Harold just set it on the desk." I had just been to the funeral of my late uncle Gorge. He was an odd fellow who worked all his life on something called a 'farm'... I never did visit but knew he had loads of money like my parents. There on the desk was a simple plain envelope with old world writing on the front addressed to me. I opened and read the contents my eyes going wide. "T-two million pounds ... Yadda yadda... what...? In order to inherit said amount, you must live on the farm for one year...."
I tossed the letter down sighing as I had to live on the 'farm' but happy I could get 2 million pounds if I do. It was settled. I left home and moved to Lower England where the farm was located it took a while to reach the road that didn't allow hover cars, as it was made for old internal combustion cars that stank, but I would do anything to have that money...
I got there and finally got settled in, delighted I didn't have to lift more then a pen and was fully prepared to just stay and do nothing until I saw him. I was in my office doing paper work when in walked Grey, the Farm hand, who, unlike me, did everything that was considered labor around here. I never saw him but a few passing glances as he would be fixing or checking when I met the Businessmen who told me what I had to do and what not, but my attention was his to command the second he walked into my office.
"Sir I was wondering if you would like a tour of the area since you're all settled in now." He was beyond words perfect and I didn't even realize it until he was just feet from me. His arms nearly touched the ceiling, his frame barely fit past the door, his cloths barely containing his rippling form, and me barely able to breathe. Even sweaty and slightly dirty, he was still God to me. His long mane and thick dark fur matted with sweat that just oozed maleness and had my heart, among other things, pounding. His eyes were warm and strong, his scent thick with musk, his body just stuffed with muscles that made me feel weak and needing to be in those strong arms. It took me a while but I finally did go with him and got the tour, actually interested with what he showed me, and I understood why he was sweaty, as it was hard work, but he assured me it was only when things needed to be replaced and checked that it was like this most of the time. It was simple maintenance. Soon it was over and I was in my bathroom pawing off thinking of that male.
It was then I found something more addicting then money... I tried hard to get in shape and work with him do everything I could to just be around him finding my self more then once in his arms as he helped me with things I was to weak to handle. It was then I felt him. His shorts hid it so well, he was huge and not just in average standards, but in equine standards. It was then I found he was only years older then me and still legal... He seemed interested in mentioning that fact... 
Months passed and I got more and more comfortable and countrified. I learned roping, fishing, baling hay and even milked a cow, something he did for fun... What an odd hobby... But he told me they enjoy having a pair of warm hands instead of those auto suckers some times.
I learned a lot from him, and even how to love, as he chose me one day when we went skinny dipping... It was cool and exhilarating, especially when he kissed me and licked me to my climax... It was amazing, but when I offered to repay him he declined and told me "You will repay me later at my choosing..."
He became my dom. Financially, I was top dog, but physically I was his. Weeks of getting sucked off and kissed by him had me eager to awake each day... I knew he wanted pleasure too, but he did nothing to get it, even though I was willing to do anything, anything for him.
It was then I realized he trapped me. I didn't wanna go back anymore. I was his just as much as this farm was mine. I was owned by him much deeper then money could ever own as my needs were at his control, my days and nights were filled with him, either realistically or in my dreams.
One day, he finally took me. I was all but pissing in my pants when I met him in the hay loft at midnight. He first stripped me, kissing me and touching me completely, leaving me trembling and shivering on the soft hay as he crawled over me... I was scared but I embraced his wants and finally found what he hid from me all that time. He was big I knew, but nothing could prepare me for just how big, as I came just from feeling his immense shaft, his gigantic balls, and at his request his salty pre...
I was drunk with pleasure when he took me, at first with his fingers, then his tongue, and finally his manhood went inside of me, touching my very soul as it took hours of passion and love (and immense amounts of lube) to fully seat me on him, my little bunny tail pressed against his groin, his cock making my belly bulge. I came till I couldn't anymore.
Hours passed and I wasn't in pain, just overwhelming pleasure, even more so when he took me completely, breeding me slowly, patiently, making me his bunny mare. I passed out, and when I awoke, he was still making love to me. His pleasure built and built till he couldn't contain it and I was treated to a belly busting horse climax that, thankfully, was removed from me, only to cover my outside like it did my insides. I was covered head to toe and after a brief suckling inside and out. He even came into my balls, filling them with his seed as well. He soon lay beside me as I just rested, covered in his seed that was thick, rich and wonderfully tasty... "I love you Evan..." He said before I passed out again...
That was 3 months ago and now he shares my bed, and my life, as we are always making love, him being the Dom, which I love, even the fact he's always being inside of me... Unless you count the time I fucked his cock and came inside of his shaft... And tongue fucked his cumming cock head...
I had grown used to being covered, filled or both with his seed and even grew a little whiter and a little shapelier from his attentions. Now I lay with his fat, half hard sheath and massive balls pressed against my empty belly as his arms surround me in a protective hug, my big long ears over his broad chest listening to the massive heart beat like a big drum...