Kings Champion
#3 of Smithy
The Kings Champion goes a step to far, and the Smith is called in.
The Kings Champion
The knocking at his door came very late in the night; the black smith had just been dozing off. The tall lean Goat grumbled under his breath as he stomped down his stairs, to the first floor where his smithy was located. Walking over he yanked open his door, to find a fancily dressed courier from the palace. As well as two steel clad knights, the Goat looked them up and down for a minute. The courtier's eye's bulged out of his head, as the smith stood there buck naked glaring at him. As the courtier pushed a letter into his calloused hands, the Goat took it and read through it quickly. "I'll get my kit." With that he turned around and grabbed his gelding tools and leathers, the message had explained that Lord Byron the king's champion was to be castrated. It didn't go into detail as to why, but on the way to the palace the courtier whispered an explanation. The huge red Bull, hero of the battle of Gree... killer of the deadly Mantcore... vanquisher of the bandit leader Red claw. Had been caught that very night, with the whole length of his long Bull cock up the crown prince Edbert's prissy tail hole. The King had taken a very dim view of his champion rutting his oldest son, like the young equine was a mare. The smith was lead deep into the palace, down the twisting stone stairs into the dungeons deep below the castle. At last in a chamber lit only by torches on the wall, the Goat strolled into a huge room full of nasty devises.
The scruffy, lanky Goat glanced around the dim room, between the flickering torches casting their flickering orange light on the stone walls. Much too far apart to keep the room's shadows at bay; he noted the equipment therein, just confirming there were no new arrivals or missing pieces. It was not his first time here after all, in the war he'd been here interrogating enemy soldiers. With a gruff snort he strode to the large X-frame towards the back of the room, where the powerful red Bull was strung up, shorn of his armor and almost all of his clothes... Apparently nobody had the urge to remove the torn ill-fitting underpants thrown about him for decency's sake. The blacksmith strode over to the rack, noting that its manacles had been recently serviced and seemed capable of holding the powerful Bull, and then he checked the room's furnace; already lit, That was good he reflected, he'd need the metal red hot when he used it. It would still need some time to heat fully, so the rangy white Goat strolled back over to the Bull. He inspected the huge warrior Bull, rubbing his hands over the bovine's red-furred chest and belly, and then teased at those filthy pants. Plainly they had been grabbed hastily, the silky fabric was torn and to tight on the champion. "In the princes underwear heh."
The massive Bovine looked back at the Goat with his beady black eye's, he knew what the Goat was and why he was there undoubtedly. Still the scruffy white Goat saw the muscles of the Bull's jaw bunching, his powerful male body trembling as it fought against the restraining metal bands around his wrists and ankles. "Wash your filthy hands before touching me... I'm the Kings champion smith!" The huge male's voice was deep and rough, it matched his powerfully muscled and extremely masculine body perfectly. The smith caught a movement out of the corner of his eyes; a big soft looking Cow was watching them from the corner. An iron collar was locked around her neck, with a short iron chain running from it to the dark wet looking wall behind her.
"As of today, you're the King's champion Steer!" The sneering Goat shot back, and pulled out a short knife, then slid it between the Bull's loins and the waist of his dirty underwear... to cut the flimsy garment away. Ignoring the big Bull's protests, he reached between those muscular thighs and scooped up that massive sac, hanging low from the heat already radiating from the furnace. "You know who I am... I'm here to castrate you, and make it painful. I'm going to wreck your balls... ammm, such nice balls too," He mused, bouncing them on the rough palms of his burnt and calloused hands.
The Smith's words made the big Bull winced, but looked less than impressed with the short knife. His massive, thick, body flinching as those dirty ragged under trousers were cut and torn off his body. His two melon sized testicles tumbled out, and his furry sheath still looked wet and slimy. "Yes... Yes I know who you are..." Byron grunted his deep voice betraying no fear; he had mastered fear years ago on the battlefield. "The king informed me of as much." The huge Bull answered a little more softly, his heavy balls twitching in the Goats rough burn scared hands. "If you think you're up to it... then wreak away." The proud Bull snorted lifting his muzzle as he sneered down at the smaller male, clearly he was use to using his size and manner to intimidate.
"If only they were brains." He let them drop, then wandered back to the furnace, and shoved some iron pokers into its coals.
"Errr..." Byron choked at the smith's insult; he hadn't been talked to that way in years it makes him snarl. But also there was movement within his sheath, as the big round head of Bull dick poked out of his sheath.
He glanced curiously at the Cow in the corner, feeling a sudden surge of desire race through him. "And who're you? My instructions said nothing of a Cow."
The young Cow looked up at the Goat, her eyes big and dark as she shivered and softly whimpered. "Please sir I'm just a.... a maid who got paid to pretend she was the lover of Lord Byron... My name is Millie I was his beard at court, he bragged about mounting me every night... while he secretly bedded every smaller male he could find." The pretty round Cow explained, looking over with a dark derisive look at the famous hero Bull. The mighty Bull's muzzle was blushing a redder hue than his fur, and yet the Goats insult and the Cow's humiliating words making his long fucker drop out of his sheath.
The lean white Goat nodded his head while stroking his short beard, and smirked as he looked down at the young Cow. "Ahah, I see. How lonely you must have been at court, with any potential suitors scared away by your supposed lover's reputation..."
While the young quaking Cow was gulping for breath, as the Goat starred at her half naked body... which was trembling. "Well... well yes... almost no one would even flirt with me much less... touch me."
"Well I've not been told to deal with any Cows today, lucky for you; but if you hold any genuine affection for this one. What happens next won't make you very happy." With that the smirking Goat returned to the blazing furnace to make some further preparations; he set a heavy stone vessel directly in the fire.
"Oho Oh thank goodness." The young bovine female moaned, as the smith advised her that he wasn't here for her. "Genuine affection... he ignores me most of the time... and makes be stay in the room and watch while he... he take his pleasure." She confessed, more than a little upset that she had been used like she had... of course she had been paid very well for it. "I really don't care what you do to him, as long as I get my last week's payment." The sexy young Cow inhaled sharply as the Goats hefty balls and full sheath are exposed, the strong scent of him making a hot trickle start between her thigh's. Millie admitted, as she watched the Goat go about his business, and then almost thoughtlessly strip his trousers off.
Using thick leather gloves to hold it and grunting with the effort of lifting and moving the crucible. Carefully he tossed the small ingots that had been provided by the King, into the swiftly heating vessel. He had to take a moment to catch his breath, and wiped his brow, the dungeon was already growing uncomfortably hot. Heedless of modesty, the Goat untied the rope belt holding up his simple peasant breeches, letting the loose cloth fall to the ground. His own Caprine manhood swing freely, a set of fat, furry balls nearly as large as his fists, definitely large for his relative size, swung freely and seeded the dungeon air with their musk, and a modest sheath was mounted just above them. The Smith seemed to care little about showing off however, and pulled a hot iron from the fire, advancing slowly on the bound Bull champion. "We have some time before the main event." He teased, reaching out to grasp and caress the big Bull's peeking shaft, sneering as he felt it throb more intensely in his dirty hand. "How shall we spend it...?"
The sight of male nakedness and the musky scent of the Goat on the air only making the big bovines long cock slide farther and farther out. The Goats callused hands feeling that hot fuck stick surge as he grasp it, the Champion's muzzle looking conflicted. "Errr... why don't you ride my dick Smith."
The small Blacksmith smirked, his lips rolling back into a nasty sort of grin at the fact that the Bull still thought of himself as something special."Why don't you ride mine?" He countered, while lifting the glowing-hot poker, letting the tip of it just lightly tap the big Bull's fat, swaying scrotum. There was an audible 'HISS' and a wisp of smoke as the fine hairs on that meaty bag burned, before the searing heat was removed, leaving a throbbing welt where it had touched.
"Ho ho ho... what's in it for me... little Smith?" The big red Bull snorted, some of his swagger and blusters surging back even as the heat from the iron is distantly felt. There's a sizzle and the air is fouled by the scent of burning fur as the red hot iron spanks those fat low hangers. The champion winces slightly, as a angry welt instantly springs up on that soft male flesh.
"A little more respect from you, Steer; you're the lowest person in the kingdom now....Ah." The Goat suddenly chuckled, reaching up to rotate the rack the Bull was dangling on. Grasping his own his own hard cock, the Smith released a stream of rank golden piss. Guiding it over the proud Bull's handsome muzzle, into his nostrils and then open mouth. "Who am I kidding? It doesn't matter if you respect me, I'm being paid to cause you the worst pain possible either way." With that he grabbed the Bull's heavy testicles with one hand and lifted them up, so the long ovals rested in his hand parallel to the floor. And then he laid the hot poker between them like a hot dog between buns, complete with steam, smoke and sizzling!
"Respect for a dirty peasant... just because you can hold a hot iron to my male hood. HAH I am still a warrior and a hero no matter what rank the King reduces me to." And yet as the big Bull looked down the Smith can see in his eyes an intense excitement, that long cock is jutting completely out now. Long and throbbing as pre-cum begins to drip and dribble out of the tip, even as that hot iron is burning and sizzling between those hefty orbs. "MMMMAOAMAOAA." The massive Bull bellows out loudly his body bucking and struggling against his restraints, veins popping out as he bucks and bounces. Strangely his long cock bouncing and jerking up and down, more and more pre-cum spurting out as if trying to escape the heat in those trapped orbs.
The naked Blacksmith holds the iron against those fat bovine ovals for almost a minute, leaving a definite char mark on the scrotum when he finally removes it. He notes the Bull's throbbing erection with interest, and he reaches out to stroke the throbbing, veiny shaft. "What a eager Steer." His own red prick has also emerged from its furry sheath, blood red and stiff, and a good seven inches. "Well... well... well seems like you enjoy having your eggs grilled." He chuckles, grabbing the Bull's balls again and kneading them roughly making the Bull whimper softly. He can feel the texture change where the flesh has begun to burn from contact with the red hot iron. "I guess we know why you're such a hero now. A Horse would be begging, offering me anything, to save his balls right now. You're not brave." The dirty Goat sneered at the helpless Bull, tauntingly stroking that leaking cock. "You just love pain." He drops the Bull's nuts and returns to the furnace, sticking the iron back in and stoking the fire, which roars hot enough to make everyone in the room sweat profusely, the dungeon becoming a tiny little corner of hell.
The big Bull hangs their panting for breath, after that hot iron is lifted away from his malehood. "Ummm fucking hell..." He curses weakly as that callused hand strokes his rock hard erection, making the big bovine thrust his hip's towards that hand. "Like.... like hell... I am." Byron moan's his voice weaker now from the screaming, even while the Smith grabs his hefty orb's and fondles them teasingly. "No... no I don't love... love pain." He whimpers hearing the charred flesh of his scrotum crackle as it's squeezed and rolled in those strong fingers.
The Smith smirks over at the chained Cow, seeing in her eyes that she was more than a bit excited. "I was going to unchain you so you could help me keep this Bull hard, but I guess that won't be needed." He admits chortling nastily, moving over to playfully rub his cock on Byron's nose and lip's. The Goat finds his eyes lingering on the Cow's sweat-drenched features, chubby cheeks and deep cleavage... Taking the other poker from the fire, he moves back to the Bull and lifts his balls with the glowing tip of the glowing iron. "Are you enjoying watching this?" He asked the chained Cow, smirking as he watches the helpless Bull open his mouth.
The young Cow laughs loudly at the Goats words, and looks over at the big Bull hanging there covered in pain sweat. "I could never even get him out of the sheath, your cock is more than enough to get him hard... He's always complained that there's no males at court who are rough enough to use him." The pretty young Cow explained from her placed chained to the wall, the scent of arousal growing around her. "It's much more... stimulating than watching him bang that soft princes sissy behind... that's for sure." Millie admitted, flashing the Goat a kind of odd little smirk, as she watches the huge red Bull squirming and fighting to keep from screaming out in agony as the iron is pressed to him again...
The Blacksmith smirked, then lets the Bull's nuts hang down again... before using the hot iron like a riding crop and smacking those heavy orbs left and right. The iron blows land with audible 'THUDS'** , knocking the Bull's already seared bollocks around. Letting them swing, the naked Goat strolled up to the chained Cow.**
"Ohooo Owww Fuckin' hells." Byron cursed weakly as his huge horned head sagged down weakly, clearly this abuse is making the champion more and more passive. Those hard blows making that burnt skin crack and split, until finally one of those fat orbs was peeking out from the hole. As the Goat strolls away the big Bull whimpered weakly, watching out of the corner of his eye as the Goat goes over to the Cow.
"Perhaps there is something you can do for me." The Smith said with a leer, as he one by one unlocks her chains... and then he grabs the blouse she's wearing and rips it off, letting the Cow's bulky bovine tits tumble out heavily. The lustful Goat licked his lips and stepped back, chuckling wickedly as he looked her over. "Do not fix that. You don't get off quite that easily, of course. This is a working sentence, call it community service... Now take that bucket, fill it with water, and then return here to me." The Goat directed, pointing her to a large wooden pail used for 'Dunking'** prisoners. "Hurry back, you don't want to miss anything... I'm sure." The Smith snickered, before sending her out of the castle dungeons, topless... to get the water from the courtyard.**
"Ohooo dear." Millie squeals as her flimsy blouse is ripped away, her freed arms going up to cover herself for a moment. As she looks up at the smirking Smith, slowly she climbs to her hooves and takes up the bucket. Slowly walking out to the castle courtyard, pasting a number of leering guards and servants who are still awake at that hour. She finds a old greenish water valve is sticking out of the wall, using it to quickly fill the bucket she then carries it back down to the Goat.
The Blacksmith watches Millie leave, knowing she'll return blushing and humbled. Then he returns to the Bull, and shakes his head at the sorry state of the bovine's once-beautiful sac. "Tsk, tsk tsk. This will never do." He snorts, rubbing the Bull's exposed testicle with the red hot poker tip, searing the naked male-flesh and flash-cauterizing the open wound. "If you testicles com out tumbling all over the place, well that will just look sloppy."
"We..." The massive red bovine warrior's body trembled hard, as that burning metal pushes his exposed orb back into place and seals the sac closed. "We... we wouldn't want that.. sloppy job." Byron hangs there panting heavily, the scent of his own cooking flesh filling his senses.
"On the plus side, it seems like a good beating may finally be getting it through your head that you're losing what it means to be a male tonight... So let's continue with that theme." Along a nearby wall, the Goat finds a straddle Horse... a simple bench made of wooden boards, much like the vaulting Horse known to gymnasts... except this one comes to a point. He drags it in front of the helpless Bull, and carefully drapes those burned, bashed, bruised and blistered balls over the top, laying them down against the inclined side of the wooden frame... And then he takes the iron rods and pulls his arm back, bringing the hot iron pokers down hard on those calf-makers. Striking them violently, over and over, nearly pulping them in their sac, as the big Bull bucks and jerks in agony.
"MOOMOOO MOOOOOO!" The huge red Bull bellows out loudly, as his hefty testicles are beaten and battered by those hot iron rods. "Owwww... Owwww gods.... Please... Smith." The once oh so proud Bull whimpering louder, as his deep red fur shines with sweat the scent of him growing strong. The Goat smiles down at the big bovine, as the Champion begins to beg at last. "No more Smith please... No more I'll suck your dick... I'll let you mount me... please."
Millie finds the smirking Goat rolling his hip's, as he ruts the Bull's mouth playfully when she returns. "Ahah, there you are." The Smith said to the wide eyed Cow, dragging his hard wet cock out of the Bull's mouth. "Set that down between his legs, there..."
"Ohooo Gods Damn..." Byron moans hanging there whimpering as the young Cow strolls over laying the bucket between his wide spread hooves. "So now it's you begging is it?" She snickers looking the Bull's swelling and bruised nuts over, with a sneer on her thick bovine lip's.
"And it's a tiny little Goat doing it to you... after you beat down all those Stallions heh."
"I... Errr..." The clearly embarrassed Bull stammered at the young females words, his shame only making him even more aroused and submissive.
The Goat smirked at the plump, topless Cow, as he squirted the last bit of urine into Byron's still open mouth. "Quite so. Thank you for your assistance Millie, oh, and one more thing..." The Blacksmith abruptly seized the Cow's dress and yanked the skirt away, tearing off the bottom half of her clothing. He chuckled and draped them over the hot poker tip, causing them to catch fire and burn like a torch.
"Oh my!" Millie screamed as her once fancy dress ripped away, exposing her silky shiny white panties which had a big dark wet spot on them. The young Cow looking confused and yet very excited as she watch him set it alit and toss it away.
He held out a hand, reaching for the Cow's wide, chubby hips, and teased the few undergarments she still wore. "This big fool may have forgotten with his dick is for, but I surely have not. Once I've made sure his will never bring him pleasure again, I'll be putting mine to the use it's meant for." He assured stepping away from the lush Cow, discarding the burning cloth to the stone floor.
"Oh... You will!" She squeaked, a sudden understanding dawning on her muzzle as she looked at the very aroused goat realizing it was her he was wanting to use. "Yes... yes sir I... I long to please you." Millie answered softly, making Byron's thick lip's roll back into a leering grin.
"I thought you were looking for a Duke girl... not some gritty tradesmen." Looking over at the helpless Bull, she spat in his muzzle, and then moving over to the furnace, watching as the Smith slid the poker in place. And then his helped him lift the glowing hot stone vessel, moving it out of the blazing fire as the Bull watched helplessly
"For now, help me move these, my plump assistant." Together, the naked Goat, his balls and shaft bobbing with every step, and the chubby Cow, her torn dress barely covering anything, moved the straddle Horse back to the wall. And then, the Smith led her to the furnace, which was so hot she could barely stand to be near it, but the heat just made the Goat's balls hang even lower. He opened the hot furnace, and shoved both pokers in, but rather than the coals, he stuck them through holes in the side of the stone bucket he's set in the furnace before. "It will take both of us to lift this safely." He instructed, putting on his heavy gloves and gripping the still-hot ends of the pokers, leaving Millie to handle the cool ends. "She doesn't have to marry me, haven't you ever fucked someone for fun?" The Goat shot back angrily at the leering Bull who is plainly wanting the others cock back in his mouth or tail hole.
"Heh ha aha... he's not even wanting to keep you." Byron chortled weakly as he dangled there limply in his restraints, as Millie frown at him while helping the Smith.
"Oh that's all he does... fuck for fun... only he's never wanted to put his seed in a female." The young Cow snorted, thinking about the fact that the big stud would never get to spurt his seed into anyone ever again.
"No of course not, you're too stupid to know what your dick is for. And you'll not have the chance now; soon you'll only have the memory of your Bull hood. But hey..." The Smith added with a smirk, thinking about the melted metal within the crucible.
"It's too late for you now... no offspring no son to carry your name on..." Millie spat at him a second time, but only managing to get it as far as his belly.
"At least it'll be a golden memory... now Millie lift with me, and carry... be ready to lift again." Together they hefted the iron pokers and with it the stone crucible... as they slowly moved it towards the helpless Bull, it became clear why it was so very heavy. Sloshing languidly in the stone vessel was a quantity of shimmering liquid gold, bubbling just a little, gleaming and shining with its molten heat.
"Wait... No you're not going to...." The big red Bull moaned at last understanding, he wasn't going to just be cut or even crashed. "No Nooooooo not that." He bellowed out wildly, bucking and twisting within his restraints even harder; so that he was hurting himself.
"Yes Smith... I... I'll do just as you tell me." The young Cow promised as the smirking Goat winked at her, he was finding her excitement at assisting him very pleasurable.
Moving slowly, both of them sweating from the scorching radiant heat, they moved the stone vessel between the spread-eagled Bull's thighs... "No No Millie No please." The once oh so proud Bull squealed pleadingly, as with a nod the crucible was lifted up, and the Bull's hanging ballsac and throbbing hard cock was dipped straight into a pot of molten gold.
*"MOOOOOOOOOOOAHAOAHOOO!" The Kings champion screamed out, as his hard cock and hefty ball's were dripped in that shiny liquid metal. Turning those mighty male organs into a glittering golden trophy, for a angry King to show off to his sissy son. That powerfully muscled body jerking and pulling wildly at the straps holding him down. As soft sizzling of that male meat could faintly be hear, the look of purest agony contorting the huge bovines muzzle. Even as the Smith quickly set the crucible aside, watching in satisfaction as the famous Bull became a Steer before their very eyes. Grapping up the water bucket the Goat dunked those gold covered genitals into the cold water, making it set into the perfect likeness of Byron's huge organ's. Reaching up with his gloved hands, the Smith grasped those golden organs and gave them a little twist. The big Steer moaned, as the cooked meat ripped easily away from his huge body making it shudder and tremble. "Ohoo Gods... OHO GODS NOOO." The new Steer moaned weakly, his eye's rolling back in his head as the Smith quickly sealed the end of the King's new trophy with molten gold. And then used a healing balm, made for him by the King's own wizard to keep the wounds from killing the new Steer. *
The blacksmith stood over the water bucket as the hot steam rushed out, jostling those gold-plated Bull parts around with the iron pokers; to make sure they didn't deform against the side of the bucket. By the time they'd cooled sufficiently, the Goat was a sweaty, steam-blasted, disheveled mess, but his sweaty balls rolled and swayed between his shaggy thighs. And his stiff dick jutted out in front of him, like a red-hot iron poker of his own. Reaching down, he lifted those glittering gold Bull balls and shining long shaft out, and held them out in front of the plump, nearly naked Cow who'd helped him. "I just emasculated a Bull and the greatest warrior in the kingdom right in front of your eyes." He pointed out to the clearly stunned female, giving her a fixed lustful stare. "The next thing I want to do is fuck!"
Millie's muzzle looked on in shock and awe, as the sweaty Goat held those huge golden organ's in front of her. "I... I... that was amazing!" The plump Cow squeaked in delight, looking up from the trophy to the sneering Goat. And then at the huge warrior who was dangling limply from the restraints, his eyes fluttering open after a moment. "Would... would you like to mount me?" She offered, stripping off what remained of her clothing to stand naked before the Goat and the new Steer alike. Her full hip's and amble breasts swaying in front of his eye's, the watching Guard forgotten as she moved over closer. "Because I've got to say... watching that truly turned me fired my arousal."
Snorting with lust, the Smith shoved the big Cow back against the straddle horse, her bare buttocks just pressing against the top of the wooden structure. He puts his rough callused hands on the edge, on either side of her full hips, and presses his sweaty, shaggy, naked body up against her plump softness. He sat the golden trophy casually to one side, and then worked his stiff cock between the Cow's thick thigh's. "Ammm... your pussy is mine." The Goat said, as he teases his shaft along her damp folds... and then plunged inside, throwing his lust deep inside the hefty cow.
"Ammmm Damn." Millie moaned out loudly as that fat Goat cock teases her damp sex for a moment, his hefty breasts laying against the sweaty musky Smith's grinning muzzle. Even as he drives his strong hip's forwards, it's plain the trades fur is no stranger to this kind of labor as well. "Oho... Yes..." The big sexy Cow moaned out loudly, her hot sex squeezing that thick fucker. "I've been needing that for the longest time... I had no Idea when I agreed to be this Steers beard. That I'd be so long without a right proper rutting." She moo-ed out loudly, lifting one leg up to wrap it around his waist.
The sweaty Goat grunted while driving into that thick pussy hard, and dipped his head forward, burying himself to the horns in Millie's ample cleavage. His grimy hands gripped and squeezed her buttocks as he slammed forward, his heavy balls thumping loudly against the hollow wooden horse. "Heh. Nobody in the castle was male enough to cuckold the big Steer, eh?" The Smith snorted with a lustful sneer, his strong hip's bucking and plunging hard.
The watching Guard leered, and moved up a bit closer to watch the action going on between the Smith and Cow. "Ummm... Ummm no one wanted to... to cross the King's champion." Millie moaned out loudly, her hands roving over the Smith's strong body. "No one knew what a Steer he was at that time." She panted out loudly, her hefty body bumping and grinding against the Goats pounding hip's.
"You shoulda come to see me earlier... Heh, if watching males lose their cocks and balls turns you on, you should visit me often..."
"Umm Uhu Ummm... Yes well I didn't know... how it would Eeeeffect meee." Millie admitted, bucking and shoving into those hard rut thrusts... as the air filled with sexual musk from their fucking. "But now that I do... You'll be hard pressed to keep me out of your shop."
The panting Goat buck grunted as he thrust hard, loving the feeling of that sweet bovine sex on his aching erection. "Hnf! Good... I like your pussy." The Smith said, pausing to smack her wide, soft hips with the flat of his hand callused hands. "And so will other males... you'll be useful for helping me get males hard so their shafts can be smartly chopped at the base. Paying customers might pay extra for a little pleasure, while they watch their rivals unmaled as well." He grunted, flashing the big sexy Cow a leering smile as noticed the big Ursine guard edging closer.
"Ohooo dear you cut their shafts off..." She glanced over at the but Steer who was whimpering softly as he hung there watching the action weakly. "But of course you did take all of his huh. Hahaha." Millie's laugh loud and ringing within the stone chamber, the sound of it mocking in the big Steers ears. "Ammm that sounds like I'm going to be getting a lot of pleasure indeed." The heavy Cow giggled as her body pushed into the smith's swift rut thrust, as the air was filled with soft 'Squish squish squish' noises.
"Hey." The Smith snapped at the guard, making the huge Bear jump comically. "Pull it out if you're gonna watch, it's only fair I get to watch you, too." The Smith pointed out, flashing the huge Bear a naughty grin as he moved closer.
"Wha... me." The big Bear guard choked, but was far more aroused than he was frightened. And so he unbuckled his armor and stripped it off, freeing his big blunt Ursine fucker. "Kin' I join in..." Seeing the look on the Goat muzzle, the big Bruin gestured quickly towards the Steer. "I've always wanted to... use his lordship here. E's always acting the high muckitty muck... now a lowly guardsmen like me is gunna get to rump him like a slut."
The rutting Goat barked a laugh in mid-thrust, and after taking an appraising look at the Bear's package, nodded towards the suspended Steer. "Go on! Show him what his new life as a steer is like. Show off that fat dick, remind him it's more than he has anymore!" Leering, he turned back to the cow and started drilling her deep pussy hard!
The Smith roughly grabbed the big Cow's twin breasts, rubbing and fondling them roughly "Hng! I'm gonna cum inside you." The Goat declared. not asking or seeking permission, just saying it will be so.
"Yes... yes cum inside of me." The hefty Cow inhaled deeply, her body feeling the pleasure building within it as that hard cock probed her depth's eagerly.
"Heh, yes I take everything, I cut off hard dicks, I slice off balls. Why one day, I gelded a Stallion's ten sons, all at once... that's right... males pay me gold to cut other male's assets off." He thrust hard in that hefty Cow, and let out a groan; the Goat's pent-up arousal flooding into her big body in a thick, sticky rush.
Millie moaned out eagerly, her big body tingling with pleasure as the smith's hefty cock drove her closer and closer to cumming herself. Still she had one eye on the naked guard, as he moved over behind the dangling Steer. Gripping that short skinny bovine tail and roughly pulled it to one side, exposing a pink tail hole that had plainly not been rutting it years if ever. Spitting on his fat blunt cock head, the big Bear spread those amble ass-cheeks. And then pounded his fucker against that clenched back door, the big Steer let out a loud grunt as the guard forced his hard fuck into that tight hole.
*"Heheh aint so high and mighty now are ya dickless?" The guard snorted into the former champion's pointed bovine ear, even as he slid balls deep into that hot hole. "MMAMAMOOOO." The big Steer screamed out loudly, as those hefty Bruin ball's smacked against the healing wound where the Champion's own balls use to be. Each thrust gaining speed and strength, as the horny Bear commoner used the high born Steer. The Guards guttural grunts and growls of pleasure, intermingling with the Steer's high pitch whimpers. "Not such a great warrior without yer swords heh." The Bear teased breathlessly, rocking his big burly body faster as he fucked harder and harder. *
Millie let out a loud gusty groan of pleasure, plainly she was excited to see the new Steer being used. "Ten young Stallions all at once!" The sexy Cow moaned, her strong body quivering powerfully as a thrill of pleasure ran through her... while the Smith pounded into her even harder. And then she felt that cock within her swell, as a sudden gush of scalding hot stud cream flooded her sex. And then the big Cow's eyes rolled back, as a wave of orgasm washed over her lush body. "Gods... ohooo gods... yes." She bellowed out loudly, as their two bodies humped and bucked a few moments longer. And then slowly gulped for air, as their bodies stopped humping and grinding. Lay back against the wooden straddle horse, they both watched as the hefty Bear savagely thrusting into the big former Bulls tight hole. Grunting and huffing, as he enjoyed the others passive neutered body while eye's watch and enjoyed his conquest.
Sometime later, the big Bear growled in pleasure, as he emptied his fat orb's into the Steer's clenching ass. Panting for breath as he lay against that powerful body a few moments, and then stepped back sliding his spent fucker out. "Grrruhu... that was a great fuck... Nut-less." The older guard sneered, flashing the former champion a missing toothed smile as he redressed in his armor. "Thank ya Smith... I owe ya one." The big Bear grunted, before he returned to his post guarding the dungeon door. Just in time to fling the door open for the King, the tall equine monarch stomped into the room surrounded by four heavily armored guards.
"Ahaha Smith... I see you've got your work done already." The tall if round bellied Stallion snorted, inhaling the musk's in the air as he saw the naked Goat and Cow. "Heheh been enjoying yourself with the spoils." The King chuckled, as he strolled up to the pair... even as the Smith lifted up the golden trophy he'd made.
"I've always loved this job because of its perks." The nasty Goat leered, as he bowed before his King and presented the champions former goodies. The big Stallion took those gold coated organs, lifting them up to look them over before shuddering. "As you can see the prisoner had a lot to lose heh." The Smith snickered as the King flashed him a sneering smirk, hefting that long golden trophy. Holding that golden set of cock and ball's in front of the new Steers eye's, forcing him to look at what he'd just lost.
"I can't believe Devlin let you stick this up his..." The King paused, shuddering again at the idea of that long cock being fucked up his son's tail hole. "You may have ruined my son with this... I'm going to try and get him to be a true male." The King growled darkly, as he slowly strolled around behind the helpless dangling Steer. "It's not going to be easy, turning a soft sissy cock slut into a true King." The big Stallion snorted, grasping the Steer's tail and yanking it out of the way. Even as he slammed the fat round head, of that golden fucker into the new Steers luckily well lubricated asshole. Making the new Steer moan out loudly, the guards all snickering as the King forced the Steers former male organ up his tail-hole. "That's right... Moo like the Cow you are bitch." The big Equine King snarled between gritted teeth, working that smooth metal shaft in and out of his former champion's ass savagely.
The Goat watched this go on for a few moments, noting the aroused musk now coming off the King. His expressive lip's curling up into a slight smile, Stallions were Stallion it seemed no matter how high born they were. "With your permission my King... I'll return to my bed."
"Hur hur hur... off with you smith and sleep well." The King grunted, yanking his golden trophy out of the Steer's hot sloppy hole. And setting it aside, before opening his own robes as the Goat redressed and then lead the Cow out of the dungeons. Behind him he heard the new Steer groaning as a big blunt equine cock head roughly forced its way into his leaking rut hole.
*FIN *