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The powerfully built, young, silvery white stallion trotted down the narrow twisting village streets... he was going into town to get his first pair of shoes. The last step into adulthood for a equine, Thorn had heard the whispers of course. About the small goat blacksmith, that he did more than just shoe studs... sometimes he made them into geldings. The big equine sneered at the though of geldings, like most young studs he'd been given a gelding to practice on by his sire. They were a lot of fun for a horny young stud like him, but of course Thorn wanted mares to breed. In fact, he was thinking that maybe his own sire was getting too old to be a breeder anymore, maybe he should ask the goat about gelding the old fucker. Thorn snickered at that idea, although his father like himself was more than a match for any goat. And if the little bastard even so much as looked cross eyed at his ball's, well the big stud planned to send him on a one way trip to the moon... He rounded the corner and spotted the smithy shop ahead, it was surrounded with a high stone wall. The young stallion walked through the double gates, smelling the scent of burning coal heavy in the air and heard the ring of metal striking metal.

"Afternoon..." The lean white goat working the forge said, without turning around or even looking back over his shoulder. Never looking up from what he was doing, hammer ringing on that huge anvil. "What can I do for ya?" The goat was wearing a set of goggles to protect his eyes, and a thick brown leather apron to protect the rest of him. And that appeared to be it; as he was facing away from the entrance, banging at some red hot iron on the anvil. The young stallion could clearly see the goat's naked back, bare ass, and low-slung balls swaying between his shaggy thighs. The horse couldn't really blame him, it was very warm in the smithy and the goat's fur was thick, dirty, and unkempt. Clearly he was busy in his work though; many examples of metal-craft hung up in display on the wall's. Weapons and armor, tools, decorations... and over in the back... what looked like several sets of balls, plus a few dicks. Just hung up, like... some kind of bizarre ornaments... looking closer Thorn could clearly see they were made out of metal.

"Good day..." Thorn snorted, as he looked the bearded caprine over slowly, those were some huge balls. The young equine was of course very well endowed himself, with a stud stick no goat could ever hope to match. But even his balls weren't as big as the ones the smaller male was sporting, it was impressive and maybe a little intimidating. "Heh... My names Thorn... my sire sent me here for my first pair of shoes." The curious young stallion strolled around the goat, heading towards the back of the shop. Looking curiously at the strange metal cock and ball sets, it was an odd sight and the young horse struggled to take it in.

"Heh, you like those?" The goat asked with a smirk, as he saw the young stud staring at the far wall. "Those are for display, but if you have a rival that you want gelded and especially humbled, bring him and twenty gold, and I'll dip his manhood in molten metal, just like those." So, those cocks and balls were... REAL COCKS AND BALLS, that had been cut off and dipped in metal. There was a huge bull's scrotum on display, several horse cocks and balls of varying sizes, from pony to great-horse, a buck's erect tackle, an array of knotted canine cocks and hefty bags... "Anyway, here for shoes? Okay, go lay on that." He said, pointing to a pair of wooden boards on supports... that looked rather like a picnic table with a plank missing in the middle. "Get comfy on your stomach. Who was your sire again? I'll check that he pre-paid."

Thorn's jaw dropped as he stared at the iron junk... was the goat for real, were those... naww couldn't be. "Errr... Kaztur... my sires name is Kaztur." The young handsome stud grunted, picking up the Bucks set looking them over in shock at how real they looked. "Ahem wha... oh." Hanging the cock and balls up he turned, moving over to that odd table. Looking it over slowly, before deciding it was safe enough and crawling up on to it. He lay there on his belly, with his dinner plate size hooves danging over the end. And his hefty sheath and ball's dropping easily into the open spot in the center, that was nice because it meant that he wouldn't be laying on them. That hurt, especially on a hard surface like this wooden table, stretching out he let his arms drape over the end. "I'm sure he has... sire thinks of everything."

"Yep... looks like he has indeed." The goat nodded, as he consulted his books for a second checking something off. He strolled over to his special table and brought over some iron cuffs linked by a bar, which he began fastening around the horse's ankles. "Now it's important that you do NOT move, or the nails will go in wrong," The small goat explained, then looped a leather tie around the horse's midsection, which got secured to a metal ring set in the floor, keeping his waist pulled against the tabletop. Thorn glanced down with a worried look at first, as those restraints were being fastened on, but as the goat explained he calmed down. Besides with his hands free he could strip those things off easily, if the goat tried anything.

"Ammm ok." The handsome young stud grunted, even as the belt putted his hip's against the table top hard. After that, the goat picked up a few shoes, nails, and a hammer, and got to work on the horse's hooves. "So...gettin' yer shoes. Guess your sire thinks you're ready to strike out into the world, huh?"

"Yep... I'm of breeding age now." Thorn snickered, as he felt the goat file his right hoof a bit... before fitting a shoe into place,_ 'Thwack thwack thwack' _ ending with a soft ringing as the nails were driven in place. "Heh yeah... Altho' maybe he should strike out... to a old stallions home." The young stud snickered inhaling deeply as his second hoof was being filed, the air was sweet and for some reason he felt himself dropping his cock. It dangled down below the table growing thicker and more erect, it was kind of embarrassing for the young stud. And yet he was proud of that mighty fucker as well, and the idea of showing it off even if it was just to a dirty old goat made him even harder.

Thorn's comment made the goat smirk widely, and nod his horned head sagely at those words. "Haha, you think he should wander off and leave you in charge of all that pussy?" The clearly horny goat teased, and leaned between the slats, grabbing and lewdly groping the young horse's fat, velvety balls. "Mmm, you've got some nice nuts on ya, no joke there."

"Ammm wouldn't that be just wonderful." Thorn snorted as he thought about what it would be like to take on his fathers herd, that though making him even harder. The young stallion jumped as he felt that leathery hand grab his big potent nuts, and he almost panicked for a second. But the goats words of praise about his big cummers made him pause, there really wasn't any feeling of threat there... just praise.

"I see a nice dick coming out as well." He said, grasping the base of that thick cock and giving it a long slow stroke. The young stud quivered in need, as the goat spoke of and then stroked his thick cock... Thorn couldn't help snickering proudly. "Already daydreaming of those girls? You know, I do more than just pound iron... if you've got the coin I do extra services, for males... Maybe you want a hand job? Maybe you want your sire... gelded?"

A exhale of pleasure escaped him, as that strong hand grasped his fucker and stroked it. "Heh yeah I can also smell them..." Thorn confessed weakly, his cock beginning to drip as the goat went on. "So... I heard... Errr wha... hand job?" The young stallion choked... he'd never heard about the smith doing those... and he did have a bit of money. "Hahah... how much would those cost me?" He asked thinking the goat was surely joking now, he wasn't a wither so why would he service males. And there was no way a tiny fur like him, could geld a horse like Kaztur or himself, if they didn't want him to.

The caprine blacksmith smirked broadly, as he stroked the young horses cock again feeling it throbbing needily. "How much?" He pulled on the horse's fat oranges again, gently teasing the heavy pouch they rolled around in. "For a big fucker like you? Fifteen silver. Normally I charge twenty, but you look like you're about to cum on your own. That's for the hand-job of course." The goat continued, reaching down and giving that hardening shaft another long slow stroke. "If you were asking how much to have your sire gelded, that's ten gold, paid in advance, and you're responsible for bringing him here."

Thorn licked his lip's as the goat priced a hand job, it shocked the young horse to hear the intacted male admit he did things like that. His long cock surging up harder, leaking even more as the other male fondled his big balls and spoke about how big he was. "Yeah... yeah of course... Ammm I got the silver if you... your willing to do it." The sleek handsome young stallion muttered, his mouth very dry, was he really going to let a ungelded male get him off. "Hahaha... oh sure I'll just hand you ten gold... march him in and he'll let you knock his nuts off." Thorn laughed at the idea... it was so laughable that he rolled his eyes.

Just then the shop doors flew open and two huge rhino guardsmen dragged a massive struggling water buffalo in, they were plainly using all their strength. Slowly they half dragged, half carried the big black buffalo bull over to a table facing Thorn. Fighting and struggling for a long moment, before at last managing to get the cursing buffalo tied down on the table. Looking up at the goat and stallion, explaining that this was a dangerous prisoner that the city had decided to have snipped. "We'll wait outside... let us know when your done and we'll take him back to the jail."

The goat rolled his eyes, as the struggling bovine was dragged in and pushed down onto the table. "Excuse me." His two simple words seethed with irritation, and he patted the still-restrained stud on his broad shapely rump. As he walked over to the rhinos, just as they were leaving, and snatched the paper work from their hands. "You'd better come back with my fee by tomorrow, or I'll have YOU two on my tables." He snapped at the departing guards, and with a grunt of disgust, nailed the scroll up to a post. "Damn pussies... their all armor, no stomach for real work." The goat grumbled darkly as he read over the paper work quickly, nodding and stroking his short filthy beard. "You're SUPPOSED to stay and restrain the prisoner." He shouted at the closed door as he picked up a hammer, an axe, and a strip of leather. Striding over to the tied-up buffalo, he grabbed the naked prisoner by the nuts, and gave them a sharp tug, making the big bovine grunt. "Hmm. Pretty big, nice and firm." He commented, as he toyed with those big testicles, kneading and massaging them, before stretching them out and wrapping the leather strip around the neck of that sac, then jerking it closed. In the heat of the smithy, those bovine bollocks hung heavy and low in the goat's hand. "Well Thorn, since you're here, you can help me decide. The writ doesn't specify how to geld him... So what do you think? By axe? By hammer? Or should I just leave his stones tied up and make those arseholes wait?"

The young stallion was watching it all open mouthed, he'd never expected to see something like this. Much less be asked what he thought should be done, and he had to admit... if just to himself. It was really exciting, the young horse was drooling long strings of equine pre-cum all over the floor under him. "Ammm how do you geld with just a hammer?" He asked, noticing the big buffalo's eyes widen in horror... he had a good idea how that was done it seemed. Bucking and tossing his big horned head, a ugly, scared look on his muzzle as he shouted.

"Shut the fuck up kid." The big buffalo struggling and straining at his restraints, looking from the horse back at the grinning goat behind him. Even as the nasty caprine set his axe aside, and lifted a huge heavy old iron hammer.

"Hey... Don't talk to my customer that way." The goat snapped at the big buffalo, and then leered as he pulled a big square wooden block into place, shoving it up against the table between the buffalo's thighs, resting those hefty stones on top of it. A broad, flat surface... flat, except for many round depressions in the wood where the hammer had struck in the past. "Frightened?" He teased the sweating, wide-eyes buffalo, and toyed with the big male's cock as he laid his testicles out on the wooden block. "It's okay to be scared. No man wouldn't be. You know, during the war they used to have me interrogate prisoners like this." The goat explained, hefting the heavy iron mallet up onto his shoulder as he spoke. "Too bad for you there's nothing you can say that'd stop this." He smirked and raised his hammer high up, then brought it down HARD on the buffalo's left ball.

"No... No don't do this... Please just let me go... I can pay you I've got money hidden I... I'll... MMMMMMAHAAAAA!" The big buffalo bellowed out loudly, as that heavy metal head came down in the center of his huge orb. There was a loud gut wrenching _ 'CRUNCH' _and then that massive testicle exploded into mush within it's sheath. The prisoner's bellow ended as his eyes rolled back in his head, as he lost consciousness for a long moment. The grinning goat lifted his now bloody hammer, positioning the buffalo's second huge nut on the block. Thorn choked in shock and horror, but also trembled in sexual excitement. His long cock bouncing up against his belly, splattering pre-cum all over his own his sleek silvery white fur. The buffalo was just awaking up by that time, lifting his head he looked back in terror as the goat lifted and swung again. _ 'CRUNCH' _

"MMMMMMAHAAAAA!" And then it was over the prisoner was a steer now, taking a sharp blade the goat slashed that bloody sack off. And then pressed a red hot iron to the bloody wound, shearing it closed to stop the bleeding.

"He's doooone." The smith called out, almost in sing-song voice to the guards waiting outside. The door to the smithy creaked open and the two rhino guards shuffled in, both doing their best to look as though they were not about to wet themselves. Carefully, they picked up the sobbing, semi-conscious buffalo and dragged the limp steer towards the door. They all jumped when the goat BANGED his hammer hard on the wooden block again loudly. "My fee by tomorrow." The blacksmith gruffly shouted, practically chasing the huge rhino's out the door. As silence returned, he let out a sigh and strolled back to the horse on his split-table again. "Now, where were we... fifteen silvers for a hand-job, right stud? You still in the mood?" The goat reached under the table and groped the horse's rigid shaft with a lewd grin.

Thorn lay there watching the goat threaten the rhino's, who looked very much afraid of this tiny goat. "Wha... wha... oh yeah." The young stallion moaned in agreement, he had never been so hard in his life. And the knowing look on the goats muzzle, as he felt up that throbbing fucker spoke volumes. "I... I.... yes I'm still in the mood... that was fucking hot." Thorn admitted, as the smaller male began to milk his long thick rut stick, his nuts quivering and drawing up much more quickly than normal.

"Ahh, feels like you are...You liked watching me pop that big buffalo's balls, hmm? Are you fantasizing about having me castrate your sire?"

"Wha... my sire?" In truth the young stud had not even thought about that, but with those words he began to. "Fuck I'd love to see that... making that big stud into a gelding... and than I'd send him to serve in some other stallion's herd as a gelding. Hehehe... that would be so fucking exciting. The only trouble is where would I get ten gold..." The blacksmith smirked, and knelt down beside the table, grasping Thorn's throbbing horse-dick firmly, and groping that big velvety bag as well.

"Steal it from him. You know he's got it." The sweaty caprine chuckled, lewdly as he felt the young horse's thick cock surge. There was no mistake, the goat was aroused as well, the horse could smelly the billy's musk in the room along with the titillating scent of mares and fillies... Along with the electric tang of blood and bovine hormones, wafting over from the other side of the room.

The young stallion lay there panting for breath, as his long hard organ is tugged and rubbed faster. Those strong hands tugging down on his hefty orbs, making it feel twice as good. "Ammm yeah... he... he's got plenty. I could get in... I could get him in here..." Thorn mumbled in fantasy, inhaling deeper as his pleasure grew more and more intense. His mind filling with images of his sire getting those big balls busted, and he himself taking over the herd. "I'll do it..." Thorn moaned as his long fucker surged in the goats hands, his hefty balls drawing up as his cock flared. Blasting out a huge orgasm on to the smithy floor, even as the goat grinned at him darkly.

"Then just get him here. You don't have to drag him in screaming, just make an excuse. Tell him you bought him new horseshoes or something."

"Yeah... Oh fuck Yeah..." The young horse moaned loudly, his eyes closing as he lay there exhausted. The blacksmith grinned and mopped up the horse's loins, a few lingering strings of cum and damp ball-sweat adding to the dinginess of the goat's shaggy fur. "There ya go. That's a good stud." He chuckled, fondling those hefty horse-balls as they sway and dangle, now at their maximum looseness having just emptied. Casually, he took another leather strip from his apron's pocket and slowly loops it around those sweaty stud stones, and almost gently cinches it closed.

Thorn lay there panting for breath, his mouth drooling weakly onto the wooden table top. "Hur hur hur..." The young stallion nickered weakly, enjoying the goats now soft touches on his spent junk. Hardly moving as that leather strap is cinched down around the neck of his low hanging balls, his spent cock slowly beginning to shrink up.

"I have to agree, castrating a big stud is incredibly arousing. I'd love to cut off your sire's big fat balls." The goat confessed slowly, he knew the young stallion's father well.

"Hehe yeah... their huge." Thorn moaned still picturing his sires hefty balls being taken away by the small goat, this making him chuckle softly.

"But, you may need a better trick than telling him to go get some horseshoes. He's wise to that one, you see." Licking his lips, the goat played gently with those tied up testicles, fondling the fat oranges, before reaching over to the hot coals and pulling out a glowing red hot blade...

"What... oh he knows that trick heh." Thorn asked, panting for breath as that knowledge slowly worked it's way through his head. "Wait what... what do you mean?" The young stallion asked shapely, lifting his head up to look at the smiling goat, as that strong hand pulled down on his hefty nuts hard.

"It's simple your father has used that trick... In fact." The goats smile widened as the young horse looked into his eye's, a sudden look of fear in the horses dark eyes. "That's how he got you on my table." The goat finished pressing that red hot blade to the young stallions sack neck, the smell of burning fur and then flesh suddenly strong in the air. Thorn's mouth dropped open in surprise and horror as the pain hit his brain, but no sound came out of that wide open mouth. A second later the young gelding felt that downward tug on his nuts jerk to a stop, as the goat lifted his severed sack up. "Good deal ten gold from your sire, and fifteen silver from you heh." The blacksmith smirked in the young ex-stallion's muzzle, as he seared the neck of his big equine scrotum closed. "Look on the bright side. He just wanted you gelded, not pulped... or dipped in molten metal..." The small goat stood up untying his leather aphon, that long thick goat cock jutting out stiffly. As those rough leathery hands fondled and gripped the new geldings silvery white ass cheeks, leaving dark dirty smudges on that fur.

"Wha... wha... are you doing?"

"Heh... I get to break in all the new geldings..." The dirty, musky, goat explained as he climbed up on top of Thorn, lifting that long flowing tail up out of the way. Smearing a hand full of the horses own cum over that tight virgin tailhole, before guiding his cock into that clenched pucker. "You better learn to open up... after all the young colt stud's your going to be given to will be a lot bigger than me." The goat warned, as he slowly drove his fat prick inside of thorns hot tailhole. "Your new herd stallion should be here to take you to serve his sons in fifteen or tweny minutes... just enough time to get your hole broke in good. Heh."

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