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"Ungghh! Fuuck... FUCK! Good pony! Aahhhh..."

Jordan cried out in time with his master, who threw back his long-snouted head in ecstasy as the stallion's pelvis slammed against his ass cheeks. The kiger mustang didn't need Xavier's yanking on his bridle as encouragement; the cock ring took care of that. His breath quickening as Xavier bounced up and down on his cock, the horse let out a long, loud whinny. His sweaty mane fell back against the mattress as, for the third time that morning, his orgasm erupted inside his master. He could see Xavier's back tense in front of him, the crocodile's thick toes curling as he pushed backward into Jordan's groin. Master and slave moaned and forced against one another in unison, and Jordan knew from the sounds Xavier was making that the croc had finally reached climax.

Jordan's master tugged so hard on the reins that it hurt his neck and jaw, but he didn't care. He could feel his load mixing with the previous two inside the crocodile's ass, warm and cold trickling down his shaft, and he moaned at that feeling of extra sensitivity that always followed his climaxes. It was simultaneously wonderful and horrible; the cock ring kept him from going soft, and each touch during this period made his entire body contract with an arousal so powerful that it hurt. Without Xavier's urging, he thrusted forward, desperate to get in another load. He was going to cum, he NEEDED to cum! The previous night's milking had only made him hornier, and he wanted nothing more than to BREED Master Xavier for hours and hours.

He gave a high-pitched neigh of pain as the crocodile's fist throttled his juicy ballsac, and this was followed with a frustrated whine. A hard grope like this meant that their session was over. Xavier had had enough, no matter how much longer Jordan wanted to go. The crocodile raised himself to the very tip of his slave's erection, and Jordan's toes curled as he hiked his groin into the air, desperate to follow until he was sent back down with another painful grope to his balls.

"Now, now, Jordan. Not too eager. I want to try the other ponies too!"

The stallion made a frustrated noise through his bridle and bit gag, but he stayed down. Xavier clenched his ass on the very tip of Jordan's mottled, cum-coated cock, overloading the horse with so much pleasure that he squealed into his bit, his feet kicking tantrum-like into his master's bed.

Letting out a long, luxurious gasp, Xavier pulled himself off of Jordan's cock, cum drooling messily from his ass onto the horse's lap. Reaching down, the croc spread his ass cheeks, letting the mess inside return to its owner. The mustang whinnied again--the ass was JUST out of reach. He moaned as the cold cum dripped onto his sensitive dick, which wagged madly like an eager puppy's tail because he was so horny.

"You made such a mess, pony! I'm gonna have to wash these sheets again," Xavier laughed, reaching down and gently stroking Jordan's erection. He cringed at the touch, but he restrained himself from humping at his master's fist. Maybe the croc would get him off again if he was a good boy.

Xavier cupped the stallion's balls in one hand, still playing with the horsecock with the other. Waves of overwhelming lust and pleasure jolted through Jordan like electricity and he thrusted his hips forward in spite of himself, only seconds after telling himself he wouldn't.

"Always my horniest pony!" Xavier chuckled, the stallion whimpering and gasping as his master stopped stroking to hold still his cock and balls. "As much as master would love to play with you some more, he does have a new stud to test out today." The crocodile opened his mouth and gave a coy little lick to the underside of Jordan's cock, which made the stallion throw his head back as he came again, his thick spurts of seed spraying onto his face and chest. "Ha! Look at that! Master's prize cum stud... can't let it go to waste, now can we?" Bending forward, Xavier licked down the horse's shaft, making him moan at the soft, wet touch to his tender flesh. The crocodile hungrily made his way up Jordan's abdomen and chest, slurping up any cum he found on the way. He lapped it off of the stallion's face before giving him a kiss on the nose, then pulled away, grinning at him. "Delicious. It's a shame to stop now, but master unfortunately has to... but we'll have some more fun tonight, pony. I promise." He kissed Jordan again before pushing himself off the bed and to the floor. "In the meantime... make that pretty horsecock twitch for me again and I'll take off the face gear."

"MMM!" Jordan whinnied, hardly daring to believe it. He knew exactly what this meant; Xavier was rewarding him for being such a good fuck. The recent orgasm had done little to diminish his horniness, so it was simple to contract his muscles to make his erection flop back and forth against his abs. More pre leaked out as he moaned through his bit. His cock felt tingly and almost numb, and more than anything he wanted to fuck something, to masturbate, to rip through the ropes around his wrists and jerk off harder than he ever had in his life.

Xavier laughed at this helpless display, and Jordan whimpered as a hand closed again around his cock, the crocodile's other palm rubbing his cocktip in a circular motion. The stallion cried out, thrashing around on the bed as agonizing, masochistic pleasure stimulated his cock, which, even after multiple orgasms, was still ravenous with lust.

He went still, every muscle stretched taut, and his eyes rolled backward as he came again, the tingling in his cock spreading to his whole body. The bridle muffled his swear as cum gushed over the crocodile's palm, which kept rubbing his cock even as it continued to ejaculate. His balls, which felt heavy and huge, spasmed as the seed erupted from his cock. The pain-pleasure transitioned more to pain now, his moans increasing in volume just as his cock's sensitivity grew to unbearable levels. He was beyond the point of thrashing now; his body was frozen in place, his ass leaving the bed as his hips thrusted upward. A quiet, sustained "unnnnhhhhhh" made its way through his gag as Xavier pulled his hands away, licking the cum off his palm.

"Mmm! Good pony! There was even more that time!" said the crocodile. This didn't surprise Jordan, who could feel the blood pumping hard in his cock. He had spent so long as Xavier's slave that he knew he could go for several more climaxes. If only his master would let him! Moans and whimpers escaped him as the croc set to work unfastening his bridle and bit gag. The moment the bit was pulled from his teeth, he spoke, his voice desperate.

"Please master let me cum again, please! Please, master, I need it! I need it so bad!" his voice cracked but he didn't care. His master controlled how much release he was allowed to get, and Jordan had learned a long time ago that showing how hungry he was for it made the crocodile more likely to indulge him.

But Xavier shook his head, smiling wryly. "No, no, pony. I've spent enough time making you cum as it is. We'll play later, I promise." Jordan fell silent at this, and said nothing as Xavier removed the leather straps from his face. "Don't pout on me, boy, or I'll have to edge you all night. Remember, I have a brand new stud to train, so you need to be on your best behavior."

"Yes, master. I'm sorry, sir," Jordan said, and, even though the threat of an edging session made him shudder, he meant this in a way that went beyond simply trying to get out of punishment. He needed to be a good pony for his master. Good ponies got to cum all they wanted. Good ponies got to fuck Master Xavier and sometimes--if they were really good--they got to fuck other slaves.

"Apology accepted. Come on, off the bed. Let's go back to the cell." Jordan rolled his legs off the edge of the bed and shakily got to his feet with a little difficulty, thanks to the ropes that tied his wrists together. Just as he usually was when it was only the two of them, Xavier was in a good mood. He didn't order the horse to give him a ride; instead, he let Jordan walk behind him, gripping his erection and leading him by it through the bedroom door. As he followed his master, moaning and grunting at the sensations in his cock, he thought about the new horse slave, the one who had earned them all a punishment. The two of them had been milked together the previous night, and it was obvious why Xavier was so eager to play with the muscular, handsome new stallion. The thought of the new horse made him give a little whinny of longing--god damn, he was so fucking horny!

"P-please, master," Jordan said, throwing caution to the winds. "If pony is good... can--can he top the new stud tonight, sir?"

The question made Xavier come to a halt while Jordan took another step forward, which resulted in an impromptu fapping motion on his cock. Lust again flared up, this time feeling as though it were all throughout his body instead of just in his groin--his arousal often spread like this the more he was forced to cum during a session, and he was so oversexed that it made him lose track of his master until the croc spoke.

"I think that can be arranged, pony. As long as you have enough stamina for me first."

"Oh yes, yes sir! As many times as sir wants!" said Jordan eagerly, and he looked slavishly at his master for allowing him this reward.

"Good pony," chuckled the crocodile. Jordan gasped as the grip on his cock released, the pleasure suddenly replaced once more by a disappointing longing. They were already at the cell. Xavier dipped his head to use the retina scanner to unlock the door, and the two of them entered.

"Good morning, master," sounded two voices in unison. Graham and Kent sat together in the pile of hay that served as the slaves' bed, their cocks ringed and just as erect as Jordan's.

"Good morning, ponies. The gelding will be giving me a ride. Kent, get on all fours as well. I will be leading you by the antlers." Judging from their expressions, Jordan saw that the others caught the omission of Graham's name. Was this new horse really going to replace him? Not that it matters, Jordan told himself. As long as I don't get replaced. He only felt slightly bad for this thought.

Both elk and gelding got on all fours, but Xavier didn't immediately go to them. Instead, he went to a safe in the wall and keyed in a combination, followed by another retina scan. The door popped open with a hiss and the crocodile removed a small packet from inside. "Bend over, Jordan."

The stallion gave a little moan as he saw the packet, his heart pounding. He knew that inside was a hormone patch, and its use meant that he would have no trouble fucking both his master and the new horse all night long. Xavier tore it open and pressed it to the brand on Jordan's ass, tracing his finger firmly along the edges to make sure the patch stuck. The stallion could feel his pulse quickening, his breathing growing heavier. He still didn't know if the patches worked this quickly or if it was just excitement at the incredible orgasms he was about to have.

Xavier secured the safe again before leading Jordan to the pile of hay, where he forced the stallion to sit down. "Enjoy, stud. I'll see you this evening." Straddling Graham's strong back, the crocodile reached a hand over and took hold of one of Kent's antlers, and the two slaves bore their master from the cell, the door slamming shut behind them.

Jordan held his breath, his blood pounding in his temples. He was alone at last. The familiar thrill of what he was about to do gave him a sense of nervous excitement, his entire body shivering with anticipation. Xavier had never told him it wasn't allowed, but every time he did it, he felt naughty. Plus, when the others were around, they would give him weird looks... but then again, Jordan was the one master liked best, wasn't he? What did Graham and Kent know anyway?

He stared at his erection slowly, almost religiously, his breathing the only noise in the cell and loud in his ears. He shuffled forward in the pile of hay. It did not matter that Xavier hadn't untied his arms; he didn't need them to get off. A bead of pre shone at the opening of his flared cocktip, which throbbed with excitement and arousal. Dipping his head downward, he opened his mouth, his tongue curling over his chin and pressing flat against the head. He gave a shudder of delight at the touch, and, unable to take it anymore, he slurped the entire circumference of the flare, moaning and not caring that more precum was leaking into his mouth.

He liked his taste better than anyone else's, even Xavier's--not that he would tell anyone that. But it was true. His own sweat and cock musk was somehow much less offensive than that of the other slaves and masters he had been forced to worship over past two years, somehow much more intriguing, arousing. His tongue slathered past the point farthest from him, and he let out a moan. It felt incredible to worship himself for a change. He understood better than anyone why the masters demanded it so often.

The speckled cock was warm as he finished licking around its rim. He cupped it in his tongue for a moment before letting his lips give it an experimental suck. It seemed bigger than ever, like it was swelling in his mouth; it was like sucking one of the bigger masters, like Bryce or Lowen, only infinitely more satisfying.

He quivered with pleasure unlike any he had felt that morning with Xavier. The patch was beginning to do its work. He swallowed more pre, his moans growing in volume as he sucked harder, going just past the head where things were extra sensitive, right where his master had clenched his ass cheeks minutes earlier. His tongue licked back and forth along the rim in a U-shape, and he thought he could taste Xavier on himself, which only made him hornier.

His jaw strained as he forced himself farther down his shaft, making hungry, eager moans as his lips applied more pleasure, his tongue slathering at every inch it could reach. One cock-muffled gasp later, and he could taste his own cum, sucking it hungrily down just as quickly as it spurted from his cock.

He could feel his hot breath on his groin, but he was far from exhausted. Remembering how Xavier liked to fap him as soon as he came, Jordan forced his neck down so he could take more of the length, compressing his lips somewhere far down his shaft and giving it one long, hard suck all the way back to the tip. Sweat popped out in fat beads along his bronze coat, and he inhaled the intoxicating smell of his own masculinity, hungry for his own flavors and scents and only getting hungrier the more he inhaled and slurped.

The horse went down for another firm, squeezing suck, and he moaned as the pleasure built rapidly from bottom to top. Like a dam about to burst, he could feel his pleasure turn to ecstasy, and as his lips reached the tip of his cock, another orgasm exploded before he could catch it. Semen splattered over his lips and chest and dripped messily to the floor until he caught a quick, gasping breath and forced his snout back down onto his dribbling erection. He lapped up as much of it as he could, moaning and tensing up as each lick overloaded his body with even more pleasure, so much that he had to abandon slurping his cum to suck himself. He couldn't help it; he was so horny that his body wouldn't let him do anything else.

His neck protested as he forced himself farther down, but a little neck strain wasn't going to stop him. The cock made its way past his mouth and down his throat, and he was briefly pulled from his trancelike state by a sudden, unpleasant gagging sensation. Because Xavier was the only power bottom master, his slaves weren't as used to sucking cock as the rest of the dungeon, and Jordan was no exception. He coughed for a moment, so horny that his tongue kept slurping around his girth even as he choked, then caught his breath and tried again.

The second time was better than the first, but he still gagged. Before he could recover, his vision blurred for a moment and he let out a moan. Cum sprayed once more from his cock, making him splutter and send flecks of it all over the place, which dribbled along with long strings of drool down his shaft and onto the floor. This time, however, the climax was different. Something seemed to yank on his balls at the height of their pleasure and pull back, hard. The stallion gave a whinny of pain that was muffled by his own cock. His testicles contracted as though they were squeezing out every last drop of cum his body had, but he didn't stop. He couldn't stop.

The patch and Jordan's years of constant forced orgasm were doing their work, and though he groaned through the pain, he greedily sucked himself despite the tingling and the numbness in his cock. This time he was able to deepthroat himself without gagging, and his eyes rolled backward as he let out a breathy moan. His balls seized up as though he was cumming, but there was no orgasm; it instead became a steady, dull ache that stayed with him no matter how long or hard he sucked himself.

It took him longer to cum this time, but that wasn't for lack of trying. The stallion's neck strained as he bobbed up and down on his own dick, picking up speed even as his groin throbbed in simultaneous protest and arousal. His tongue slurped harder, as though it could push away the beginnings of pain, and it pressed hard against the underside of his flare, milking out globs of cum directly down his packed throat.

"Ahhhhhhh!" He suddenly yanked his head backward, freeing his cock from his mouth like a sword being unsheathed. The extra burst of sensitivity had suddenly spiked in his cock, making him cry out in pain, cum and spit spraying into the air because of how hard he threw back his maned head. It felt like those awful punishment sessions when Xavier had taken his cock and pumped it for what felt like hours with no break, that awful rawness that made it feel like one giant, mottled bruise. His dick wagged again as his body tensed and released several times in quick succession, his nails digging into his palms, his toes curling. He could feel it slapping against his abdomen, still as hard and thick as ever.

When he caught his breath, he stared at it for a moment, and the urge to give it another taste overwhelmed him. He could taste the remnants of his cock and cum, but remnants weren't nearly good enough; he wanted--NEEDED--another taste, pain be damned! Bending his sore neck, he stuck out his tongue once more, wincing as he gave his ultra-sensitive cock a lick, moaning. He couldn't tell if the noise was out of lust or pain. Either way, he needed more.

With a hungry schlorping noise, he took himself in his mouth once again, and even though the soreness seemed to explode in each overstimulated nerve as his tongue passed over it, he was so hungry for his cock that he sucked even harder. He had never worshiped a master's cock like he was worshiping his own; no other cock had ever made him hornier. No one else made his body feel this way, made him crave the sex to which he had become so utterly addicted. Sure, fucking Master Xavier and the others was great, but there was nothing like this: his taste, his smell, the feeling of pleasure so powerful that it hurt and made him want to gag and slurp even harder through the pain. This pain grew so strong that he had to pull away for a moment--if only he could use his hands too, he could massage himself--but it wasn't long before his cocktip was back down his throat, hot breaths issuing from his flared nostrils.

His eyes squeezed shut as he felt another load on its way. A long, low groan issued from around the shaft in his maw, which felt like pins were pricking it all along his length. His ass cheeks clenched together on their bed of hay, his bare feet kicking at the floor. His balls felt absolutely drained, but he knew that was just an illusion--he could cum for hours with the help of Master Xavier's patches. A small part of his brain urged him to take it easy, but he couldn't, not according to the rest of his horny body. Defiantly, he sucked as hard as he could.

There was a surge of pain and pleasure--he couldn't tell which anymore--and, bigger than ever, his orgasm erupted into his mouth. This time, though, he didn't stop for a break. There was no time for stopping; he had to cum more. His cock was the only part of him that mattered anymore. The feelings of soreness and lust mixed together into one feeling, and that was his drive to please his cock. Xavier may have been his master, but this throbbing shaft in his mouth was the reason for his existence.

He took another long, eager lick around every inch of it before he forced it back down his throat, starving for the next of countless more of his orgasms.

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Xavier hummed pleasantly to himself, enjoying the feeling of his ponies' cum leaking from his ass into his gelding's coat. The white former stallion gave a little moan underneath the crocodile's weight, and Xavier gave him a little pat on his ass, which was visibly red through the light hair. "Good stud. Keep riding good like this and I won't have to spank you tomorrow."

"Yes, master," said the gelding. Behind him, Kent crawled demurely, making sure he didn't accidentally hit either of them with his antlers. Xavier smiled at him, stretching a foot out behind him for the buck to kiss.

"Good stud!" he repeated, but to the elk this time. It was shaping up to be an exceptional morning; every one of his ponies was performing better than usual, and he would soon have in his claws the biggest stud he had ever seen.

Staying mounted on his gelding, he leaned forward to the cell's scanner. The door beeped with the familiar noises of the dungeon's security technology, then opened with a loud, heavy click. Xavier gave the gelding a smack on the ass, which made him whinny and trot inside.

As the croc expected, Jordan gave a little jerk of surprise, his beautiful cock buried inside his mouth and cum dribbling down the shaft. The mustang gave a little noise and looked like he was about to pull out, but Xavier held up a palm. "No, Jordan, keep it up. Just make sure you have enough for tonight!" He laughed, dismounting from the gelding and going back to the safe with his hormone patches. Getting it open was second nature by this point, and he opened another patch, walking to his favorite pony and slapping the patch on his ass, directly next to the first one. "This should do the trick. See you tonight, boys," he said, turning on his heel and walking out of the ponies' cell, whistling to himself. He thought he heard a high-pitched whinny, somehow both eager and miserable at once, and he chuckled. If he could get this new stud to the same level as Jordan, life was going to be exquisite.

He felt the extra patch he had taken between his claws, enjoying flipping the edges of the paper it was wrapped in as he walked. He couldn't wait to try out the new stallion.