King maker... or cuckolding a King
#5 of Smithy
The Blacksmith is hard at work for the new King...
Played out with the dear Boinggoat
King maker... or cuckolding a King
Chap 1
The older Goat grinned wickedly at the young equine Knight, who was standing in the doorway of his smithy. Carefully the soot covered Goat laid his tools aside, rolling his shoulders as he set the sword he was making aside for the day. "Heh... so you come by to take me up on my offer Val?" He called over his shoulder, as the embarrassed young stallion clip clopped into his shop. The young Knight was leading a group of prisoners, nobles by the look of them the Smith noted. Members of the old Kings court... who had remained a bit to loyal to their disposed leader. High-born, wealthy, and formerly powerful, only their dirty, torn clothes spoke of that now. The Blacksmith recognized a couple of them... there was Avon Surehoof captain of the Kings guard, the red Stag looking tall and proud still. Although it was rumored, the new King and his close friends had taken certain liberties with the handsome Stag's person for over a week. Baron Garhorn the huge Rhino had been the old Kings Viceroy, was looking very tired and showed signs of having been beaten. The only other one the Goat knew on sight, was Uric Fairmane the young son of a minor lord. It was widely rumored around court that he was in fact the old Kings bastard son, and the young Stallion certainly bore a uncanny resemblance to the former King.
"Ummm... I'm here on... on the Kings business." The handsome young Knight stammered, pushing some paper work into the Smith's black sooty hands. "This lot is here for your... gelding services as per you're agreement with the King."
"Oh so this counts towards my dozen males a year huh?" The Goat chuckled, as he circled around the small group looking them over with a wicked grin. "Well alright let's see, I did six last time and this lot is five more." The small Smithy licked his lip's as he circled back around to the young Knight, clapping a dirty hand on the handsome Stallion's ass-cheek. "If you stay the night that would just make my dozen." He joked, catching the sudden bulge in the young Stallion's crotch... and the increase in male musky in the air around him.
"I... I... Ummm..." The handsome young equine stammered in frustration, as he felt the Goats fingers slip under his tail. "The... the King also requests those other services you talked about, to... tonight." The equine Knight blurted out a bit too loud and quickly, as he felt the Goats finger tip circle around the soft rim of his tail-hole.
"Heh... is that so? Well I'm always glad to... work for the King." The wicked Goat sneered in such a lewd manner, that even the prisoners looked up at him questioningly. Watching as the leering Smith made the young Stallion jump, by pressing that thick finger against his clenched pucker. The tall Stag sneering, as he saw the Horse getting a tiny bit of the treatment the King and his retainers had been delivering to him. "Ammm that's nice... more of that later stud, but right now I need to sort this lot out." The Goat snickered, as he looked the group over once again flashing them a grin.
"I'llhave you taken care of... and on your way to your new work in just a bit." He assured them all, deciding to do the Ram and Pig he didn't recognize first and get them out of the way. Taking out his gelding knife the Smith tests it's edge with his thumb, shaking his head he strolls over to grab a whetstone. Noisily sharpening the wicked blade for a long moment, as he grins at the helpless males being forced to wait. Most of them looking away instantly, only the proud Stag held his gaze for any length of time. Oh those proud warriors... the Smith smirked to himself as he thought about how he would do the Stag.
The wicked Goat finished sharpening his knife and then he walked down the line of prisoners holding his knife. They know he'd came to make his pick, to decide which of them he would unmale first. Circling around, he stopped beside the big wooly Ram... who from the look of his disheveled clothing was some kind of odious bureaucrat. His crooked muzzle was pinched, and it was obvious he is used to being in a very different position. In charge not through his own power or strength, but giving the orders through the power of those above him. The tall Blacksmith smiled as he grasped the Ram's collar, pulling him out of line and forcing him to look him in the eye. "And who might you be?" The Goat demanded, as with the help of two equine guards they drag the Ram to over to the restraining rack. The frightened Ram tries to pull away then, as soon as the chains are unlinked from the others he's tied to. However it's a useless gesture and the two big Horse's wrestle with him as they drag him on toward his fate.
"I... I am the Kings Chamberlain." The Ram squealed out loudly, and then on hearing his title spoken out loud seemed to take courage. Drawing himself up to his full height, the Sheep attempted to strike a grandiose pose. "Now unhand me at once." He tried to order, even as the Stallion bent him over the wooden frame work and the sneering Goat buckled him in.
*"Hah you 'Were' the old Kings Chamberlain." The laughing Smith smirked, using his razor sharp knife to slice the Ram's fancy trousers off. "You're the new Kings wether... and soon you'll be some brothel owners whore." The Smith chuckled, as he reach down grasping the Sheep's fat ball pouch in one callused hand. *
The Ram doesn't like that, as he realizes he can't get free and doesn't have the power behind him any longer. He starts to beg and plead with the Goat, knowing at that point that he can't stop what is about to happen. His body is bent over a rail at the waist, and his legs are spread wide apart, stretched out and open. At that point he's totally exposed, his hefty sac of nuts hanging down beneath his legs and stuffed full of the essence of his manhood. The leering Goat noticed that tail hole is ringed with curly wool, and as the Smith looks at it. The wild eyed Ram struggles and tries to pull his legs together, as he does so that pink rosebud winks at Goat.
"Ya got a big set of balls, for a Sheep Chamberlain." The Smith half congratulates, half mocks as he fondles those big potent orbs playfully. Nimble fingers working them down into the very bottom of their sack, so that he can grip the neck just above them. Squeezing hard now as he tug's down on them, loving the feeling of those fat cummers squirming around within his fist.
"Don't... don't do this please." The former Chamberlain begs breathlessly, looking back over his shoulder at the lustful Goat. The Ram lackey was crying by now, trying to fight against the leather restraints holding him. As the Smith's sooty fingers squeezed and rolled his firm balls around inside their sack.
"I'm not about to disobey the Kings orders... Besides I like doing this... and getting paid for it is just about the best part." The lustful Goat grinned, slipping out of his leather breaches as the Ram watched in horror. "I didn't get you here... I don't know what you did or say to the King. Heheh..." The Smith licked his lip's as he consider it, knowing the duties of a Chamberlain he could guess."But it's your own fault that your here... and it's now my duty to see to it you go away a wether." The stuck up Ram's body jerked and struggled hard against his bonds, as the Goats callused fingers explored his male hood. Gripping those balls brutally hard, as they are pulled back and stretched down behind that wooly ass. While the helpless Sheep bucked and squealed in fear now, as his hot junk was teased by that cold steel blade.
"Nooooo No you can not... I'm a very important male." The Ram squealed threateningly, as he looked away from the smiling Goat. The Smith leered, and tugged the struggling Ram's nuts far back while laying the razor sharp edge again that hot skin.
"And I'm sure you'll bring a fine price as a wether." The Blacksmith assure sniggering, as he teased his sharp blade against the base of the struggling Ram's hard prick. "Mmm so are you mated Chamberlain?"
"Yeah... yes... yes I have three Ewes." The Ram whimpered, beginning to plead with the Smith to think of them and let him go. Doing his best to play on the other's sympathy, hoping for some kind of reprieve.
"Heh sorry I can't do that... but I'll be sure to stop by and see to their 'Needs' from time to time." The wicked caprine snickered lewdly, and with that he pressed the knife's edge against the stretched neck of that fat scrotum right where the young Knight could see it.
"IEIEIEEE." The Ram screamed out loudly, as the Goat started sawing that razor sharp knife back and forth. The blade biting brutally into that tightly stretched flesh, easily castrating the spasming, twitching bureaucrat. Going slow enough that the young Stallion Knight could watch it all... and then with a nasty chuckle. He dropped the neutered Ram's balls into his collection bowl, smearing healing balm over the gaping wound to stop the bleeding. Before having the Horses unstrapped the new wether and chain him back to the other prisoners.
"Alright... the Pig next." The wicked Goat ordered, watching as the Horses dragged him over and strapped him into the restraints. Strolling around he looked onto those beady black Pig's eyes, the big soft fellow was trembling in horror. "So who are you... Lord of the royal pisser or something?" The low born Smith asked wryly, as he looked the plainly pampered and overstuffed Hog up and down.
"No... no good master Smith... I... I'm the Kings Pantler... keeper of the pantry and master of the kitchens." The hefty Boar snorted weakly, his soft bulk quivering like a bowel full of jelly. "And I've no idea why I'm here, I only voiced my love for the King... Errr the former King."
"Heh... looks like that was enough big boy." The Smith laughed, as he cut away the Hogs breaches and exposed those melon sized nuts. His rough callused hands groping the heavy Hog's hot soft buttocks, making the Pig glance over his shoulder in shock. "So how about you big fella... are you mated?" While the Goats hands slide down between the Boars flabby thigh's, lifting and weighting those huge orbs for a moment. Even as across the room his young apprentice, Zorrul, came back into the Smithy after running an errand for his master.
"Ammm hey wha... what are you doing?" The hefty Boar choked looking back over his shoulder, his pink muzzle growing red with embarrassed blush. Even as the horny Goat pushed up against his back, leaning in to nibble on one of the Pig's wide ears. "Mated... no I've never had time for a wife..."
"Heheh... a pity. You know if I wasn't saving up for later... I'd break in your tight little hole and fill you up with my spunk you big sexy Sow." The Smith grunted lustfully into the Boars wide ear, making the other jump and struggle harder against thick leather restraints.
"Hey now... Stop that you sicko." The fat Boar snarled, suddenly becoming mean and aggressive as the Smith's words taunted him. The Smith frowned at that, and then he turned nodding to his young equine apprentice saying simply. "Zorrul milk this one." And then, he dropped his callused hands from the prisoner's butt cheeks, and walked back over to the line to select another.
Strolling up to the old Kings bastard, the Smith shoves both his dirty hands down the young Stallion's trousers. Making the young Horse nicker and prance in place as the Goat fondled his already hard cock and hefty balls playfully. As he does so, Zorrul the young colt he had spoken to walk up to the trussed up Hog, and without any comment or question the young Stallion went to work. Taking out a thick wooden dowel rod, about a foot and a half in length. With a large, carved, wooden head... that was fat and round at the tip. While the other end was wrapped with leather to form a handle, the knob was coated with thick grease. The young colt smirked as he pushed the big greased tip up against the Boar's anal pucker. "Wait... wait what are you doing?" The fat Hog demanded, as he felt that slimy grease on his clench asshole.
The Val young equine Knight was so close he could see everything, watching in shock and excitement as the colt pushed hard against that tightly drawn pucker. The fat Boar didn't like it at all, and he whips his head around to try and see what is being done to him. And then he bellows out loudly, wiggling and bucking against the heavy wooden frame work. "STOP.... done you DARE to put that into me!" The handsome young stud colt just ignores him, and then with a twist the grinning colt shoved on that rod. The big Hog grunted, and strained with all of his muscles, pinching his hole closed to keep out that intruder. Zorrul pushed harder, forcing the thick rod to pop through the Boar's virgin ring of muscle. As it happened the fat Boar gasped out loudly, while the young Horse shoved the thick dildo all the way in. Pounding the big round knob against the captive Pig's prostate gland, making that long twisted porcine prick thrust out of his sheath. Even as the big Hog arched his back with that intrusion, and his beady little eyes going wide. He gasped again louder, making more of a grunting noise as his muzzle twisted up into a wince.
"Heh." Val chuckled softly, almost unable to believe what he was seeing. Watching as the muscles of the fat Boar's hole clamp around that rod, gripping it as the colt holding the end of it grins knowingly as he sees the Boars muscles tighten. The fat Pig going berserk by then, fighting against it while trying to break his bonds and stop the rape of his ass. The colt working the rod in and out laughed, and then nodded to the watching Knight. Who by now was grasped the big Hog's corkscrew like cock, and as Zorrul slammed that dildo in and out savagely. Val started to pump the Boar's throbbing fucker, as the colt pushing in and out while moving the dildo around all over at the same time.
As they are abusing him the big Pig had already begun to squirt his load, pumping out his yellowish goo in thick lines of frothy cream. As they jet out of his cock, the young Knight pumping that twitching dick held a bronze pot up catching the Boar's entire load in it. On and on the struggling Hog ejaculates his thick and copious load, making the metal pot ring softly. Grunting it out loudly as his eyes widening as he shoots, his cock vomiting out his load as the wooden rod fuck's his clenched hole. As he was grunting loudly the Smith stalked back over to him, almost as if he was attracted by the noises the fat Pig was making. The Goat's eyes were sparkling with a wicked eagerness, that was obvious on the Smith's furry white muzzle. As the fat Boar's load at last petered out and he stopped squirting, the Blacksmith grinned up at the exhausted Pig. The rod is pulled out of the Boar's big ass with a loud 'Pop' and as it is removed the Goat stepped up behind helpless Pig. And hefts up his big sac of melon sized nuts, which have just squirted their last and final load.
"Ohooo Noooo..." The big Hog moaned, as he felt the Blacksmith grab his hefty balls in one strong fist.
"Oh yes... here they go big boy." The wicked Goat growled darkly, making the Pig panic once again. He jerked hard against the straps that were binding him to the wooden framework, while his wide ass bobbed up and down to the extent it could hanging over the rail. The fat Boar knowing he is about to be unmaled, and the fear in his muzzle is plain.
Things are happening fast... and even though Val the young Knight is very close, he had to concentrate to see it all. The Smith pinched the bottom of that big scrotum and then pulled the loose skin down hard. Almost in the same instant he jerked his knife hand over, slicing into the fold of skin, making a single perfect cut, right at the very bottom of the Boar's huge scrotum. "ARGHHH..." The Boar screamed as he feels the cut, slamming his head back and his big thigh muscles tighten. Even as his spent cock is dripping a single line of slimy drool, while his twisted cock bobs up and down as the unmaling is initiated. The Smith moves quickly, with his left hand he grasps the Hog's scrotum near the top, and with a downward pulling motion he literally milks the Boar's two big testicles right out of the sac. Popping them out through the slit he had made in the bottom of that hefty pouch, the Boar's exposed nuggets are big, very big, like melons hanging from their delicate cords.
The young equine Knight is so close, that he can see everything the Goat is doing. Those twin balls are pulsating with life, the very essence of the male exposed and naked. It's the very definition of the big Hog's masculinity, resting in the hands of the small white Goat. There were whitish tubes that seemed to run right down into each testicle, and another darker one, filled with blood, that seems to enter into the side of each fat ball. With a careful flick of his knife the Goat cuts those whitish cords, and as he does the Boar grunts his thick legs shudder. His asshole opening and then closing invitingly, the young Knight can see the Hog sweating heavily. The sneering Smith pulls downward on those twin orbs, pulling them backward and upwards at the same time. Between those fat porcine legs, stretching the remaining vessels as the big Boar grunts as he tries to struggle. Val leaned forward to get a better view, his own erection pressing against the inside of his trousers.
And then unexpectedly the Smith twisted the Boar's twin exposed balls, around and around, twisting the still attached blood vessels even as he stretches them. The very second he finishes, the Goat lays the side of his blade up against the remaining tubes sideways, and then rapidly begins to move his knife up and down along their exposed length. It's the very opposite of a slicing motion, instead just scrapping the blade sideways up and down the side of the pulsating tubes. The two tubes start to tear, shredding really, and then less than a second later the Pig's balls are free and no longer his. The Blacksmith grinned as he steals those huge stones, almost laughing as he toss's them into his collection bucket. The big Boar grunts as it is done, and then he just collapses over the rail, all the fight and struggle gone with his severed manhood. Leaning in close to the young Stallion, the Goat inhale deeply smelling Vals arousal. "Getting all hot and bothered... I can take care of that for ya."
The young Stallion jumped looking down at the smirking Goat, his muzzle blushing more than a bit. Shivering as he saw the Boar's big sac looked funny, now that it was dangling there limp and empty, while the Pigs long cock shrinks rapidly down. Until the cock head disappears inside his sheath like a turtles head hides with fear. The young Stallion wondered if it will ever come out again, or if the Boar had his last ever erection. Val suspect that the Pig's cock will never be fully hard again after that day. The Smith quickly rubbed the healing balm over the Hog's wound, and then stepped back gesturing for the Stallions to untie him. The Boar looked up at the young Knight and then looks away, his muzzle bright red with the humiliation at what had been done to him.
The Smith had the young bastard brought over next, smirking as the Horse dropped his own trousers. "I know who you are..." The Goat grinned darkly, as the young Horse was strapped into the restraints without resistance. "No need to ask why your here... the King is having all his half brothers gelded. Heh... so the nobles can't get behind any of them for the throne." He could tell by the look on the Horse's muzzle, that he already knew why he had been singled out. The small white Goat reached down, lifting and weighing the Stallion's potent cummers in his hands. "Ya know Uric I held your sires jewels just like this... before I cut them off." The Smith gestured to the jar on his shelf, the royal crest plain on the glass.
"Going to put mine in a jar like that?" Uric asked breathlessly, as those rough hands tugged and rolled those firm orbs around. His long stud stick was jutting out in front of him stiffly, the head of it flared out slightly and leaking pre-cum. That thick rut muscle jerking up and down to the rhythm of his heart beat, which sped up as the Smith groped him lewdly.
"No... I'm going to sale them to a predator butcher shop owner I know. These will most likely go for around six silver." The smiling Goat explained, bouncing those plainly full cummers in his palm. "They'll be ground up... and mixed with the all others ball meat before sale to hunger meat eaters." The Smith explained with a wry smile, one rough hand stroking up and down the Stallion's hard length.
"Six silver... all my breeding potential is worth." The young Stallion said in a whisper, even as his thick cock surged as the Smith rubbed it. "And before you ask... Yes I'm mated... two mares... I'm sure you'll find them very comely." The young Stallion stammer, his voice quaked for the first time as a little bit of fear and regret crept into his voice. Reaching over the Smith grabbed Val by the shoulder, putting him over in front of the royal bastard. Shoving him to his knees in front of Uric, so that the prisoners erection is jutting out near the Knights muzzle.
"Here... take care of this..." The Goat orders, pressing that throbbing fucker into the young equine Knights hands.
"Gods he's hard." The handsome young Stallion moans, feeling that hard equine fuck muscle pulsing under his fingers. The bastards cock juts up with pride, stiff and eager, oozing long strings of shiny pre-cum as the Goats fingers tug on his jewels. That big hot hand is moving swiftly up and down the helpless bastards throbbing fucker. While behind him the Smith pinched the bottom of that big scrotum and then pulled the loose skin down hard. The helpless young stud's sleek furry body almost instantly covered in frothy equine sweat, his hip's beginning to thrust forwards. As little spurts of slimy equine pre-cum splatter on Vals handsome muzzle, letting out a long shuddering breath. The young Knight leaned forwards and takes big throbbing flare into his mouth. Tasting the sweet equine pre-cum as it spurts onto his tongue, he's far too close to see the action this time. He's part of it now... hearing the Smith grunt into his ear, promising to let him suck that hard Goat fucker all night. "Ammmm..."
Uric's sack of nuts tried to draw up, and it's obvious his balls are full of thick potent spoo... In the same moment the Smith slipped his knife hand between those thigh's, slicing into the folds of skin easily. Making a single perfect cut, right at the very bottom of the handsome young Stallions tight scrotum. "Ohohooo Nooo." He half sobbed and then begins to moan softly as he begins to squirt his last load into the suckling Knights throat. His entire body shudders wildly, his powerful rhythmic squirts dumping his potent load of cream into Val's mouth squirt after squirt after squirt. His beautiful cock squirting his cream out in powerful jets, one after the other, each one pumping into that eager muzzle. It's one of the most powerful ejaculations the young Knight had ever seen, and he'd seen a lot of males cum over the years so that is saying something.
Again the Goats strong hands milks those big orbs out of that opened sack, pulling them out into the open. Uric doesn't like it, and as he feels it being done to him he jerks and pulls, hard, against his restraints. The Smith toys with his naked balls for a second, and then he slice the sperm tubes with a quick nick of the knife. He follows that with those twisting motions, pulling the Stallion's balls back and lifting his sack upward between his legs. After that it's the fast back and forth scrapping that eventually severs the testicles from their noble owner. Spent, exhausted, and deballed, the blond maned stud is left only with an empty sac and a fond memory of his last orgasm as a stud. Even as the soothing healing balm was rubbed over his raw new wound, making him sigh in relief as the throbbing pain eased up.
The young Knight started to stand up... but the Goats bloody hand landed on his shoulder. Holding him in place, as the other Stallion's dragged the new gelding back over with the other prisoners. Moving up close to the kneeling Val, the sneering Goat unbuttoned his leather trousers. And then grabbed the back of the young Knights head, pulling that long muzzle into his crotch. Rubbing the Stallions big round nose all over his musky caprine balls, before guiding those soft lip's to his hard dripping fucker. Letting the equine kiss and lick it, smirking as he felt that mouth growing more and more eager and fawning. Gripping the Horses long pointed ears, he speared that thick Goat fucker down the Stallion passive throat. Pumping it deep once, twice, only to pull it completely out after the third stroke. "Heheh... more of that later Val." The Smith laughed, as he turned away from the young Knight as he buttoned his trousers back up.
Gesturing for the other Knight Stallion's to drag Baron Garhorn the huge Rhino over next. The former Viceroy protesting his innocence, grunting that there had been some mistake. That those responsible would pay for it most terribly, even while his arms and legs were strapped down. The fat older Rhino spun his head around and said directly to the grinning Blacksmith. "Stop... please... this is a mistake. It wasn't me... I don't deserve this. I'm married for God's sake and my wife wants me whole. She is on her way to the castle now to straighten this all out. She will pay you well... so please, wait for God's sake... PLEASE give me a chance to work this out."
The wicked Goat looked at him sneering, holding those huge gray balls in his sooty singed hand. Rolling those heavy nuts around playfully, feeling that sack and with that bloody knife poised for the cut. He smiled darkly, and then the Goat asked in his plainly amused voice as he examined the otherwise huge Rhino's rather small thin cock."Does your wife like this little cock that much?"
The Viceroy is so shocked by that question that he doesn't answer...but just stares at the small Smith open mouthed. The Goat pushes the tip of his blade against the bottom of the fat Rhino's sac hard, and asked in a nasty growl. "Well... I asked you a question... Does your wife enjoy your little nub of a cock fucking her hole?" The naughty Goat demands in a nasty sneer, fingers fondling the Viceroy's thin little erection.
The highborn Rhino stared for a second longer, however the sharpness of the blade grabs his attention. And the fat Rhino nods his horned muzzle then, and with a quivering plainly frightened voice. "My wife is satisfied with who I am." The Smith laughed gruffly, and then he pushed the blade tip inside. Quickly slicing open the bottom of that big scrotum, as he does the Goat snickers.
"She deserves better than this pitiful thing." The Viceroy screamed out loudly, and then as he does the Smith squeezed hard on the top of his fat sac. Pulling downward with his fist and stripping the Viceroy's twin balls through the slit in a well practiced motion. The Rhino's eggs pop out of his scrotum and into the Goat's fist, where they seem to pulsate with a life all their own. The Blacksmith works quickly, slicing those white cords and twisting the Viceroy's nuts. Just as his grimy fist pulls them backward between those hefty gray thigh's, the Rhino's tiny cock pulsates and he squirts out his last load. That thick cream splattering all over the kneeling equine's long muzzle, as the wicked Goat smiles down at him. As the Rhino's spunk pumped from his stubby pole that entire fat body shuddering, and his eyes go wide as he feels his last ejaculation. As at that moment the Smith takes his heavy balls and turns the breeder into a new gelding. The young kneeling Stallion watch the Viceroy's expression as he lost his balls, and he slams his fat body forward humping into the rail. Jerking his head backwards as his balls are stolen, his muzzle going blank then as he feels his loss. After that he just collapses over the rail, his final load of semen spent, laying wasted on the passive Stallion's furry muzzle.
The Goat laughs loudly then... a wide grin spread across his bearded muzzle as he said. "Well... it looks like your wife will need to find another cock for her hole." The soot-flecked, shaggy Goat lewdly swatted the Rhino's rump as he was led away by his young stable hand, while the Knight red-facedly wiped the former Viceroy's last load off of his long muzzle.
With the Viceroy finished off, that just left Avon Surehoof captain of the Kings guard, the tall regal red Stag rolled his shoulders as the two equine Knights came to collect him. The big warriors clothing was torn and dirty from the savage rapings that had been forced upon him in the castle dungeons.
The Smith made way for the proud Stag to be brought forward, noting that this was the only male so far that the soldiers seemed wary of. "Well... well, captain of the guard. Pardon me, FORMER captain." The Blacksmith teased with a smirk, and clapped his hands, emitting a cloud of ash and blood. "Truly my humble smithy is honored by such a collection of noble persons. Our old majesty's young bastard there even took his gelding like a real male. Have we saved the best for last?" The Goat leered and boldly grabbed the big Buck by his torn trousers, taking a firm hold of the Deer's male parts and sizing them up.
The tall Deer inhale sharply as the Goats strong hands groped his crotch, that strong body trying to pull away ripping the fabric of his filthy trousers. It was plain that those pants had been roughly dragged off of him more than once, but as the big Stag tried to pull back the Smith's grip tightened on his heavy jewels. "Unhand me you slobbering pervert." Avon snorted, bucking and struggling to get away... making that grip tighten more and more until the sexy Stag wince and stood still. So the Smith could rip his soiled trousers completely off, leaving the proud Buck standing there blushing at his own nudity.
"Let's see what you've got for my bucket!" He grabbed the Stag's torn pants with both hands, and tore the front of them away, leaving the Buck nude below the waist.
"Damn you all." Avon roared twisting away from the Knights and trying to run across the smithy, however as he raced by the Smith kicked his hooves out from under him. Sending the tall red Stag sprawling over one of the low tables the Blacksmith normally use to his Horse shoe trade.
"Don't just stand there you slack-jawed fillies, hold him!" The Blacksmith scolded the surprised Knights and the still-disheveled Val, who rushed forward in a panic to pile on the furious Stag and pin him to the table. They struggled to keep the big Buck bent over, but the Goat helped them out by hooking the Stag's hooves with an iron pry bar and yanking them out from under him, sending him crashing back to the table just as he was getting up. The leering Goat watched that firm, strong rump flex under the Buck's lifted tail as he struggled, those hard muscles working against the weight of three Horses and their armor, and unable to make headway without the leverage the Smith had denied him. "Now, now... slobbering pervert? Is that any way to talk about the male who'll soon be making your Doe happy?" That prompted a bellow of rage from the struggling Stag, who reared up, lifting the stunned Horses right off their hooves.
"Bastard... you bastard don't you touch my Lorrie." The proud Stag shouted as his strong body at last gave out, and the Stallion's struggled to get him more or less under control.
Until the Goat struck him hard in the back of the knees with the pry bar, sending all four of them crashing down onto the table again.
"Keep that up and I'll break your legs." The Blacksmith spat humorlessly, and then lightly stroked the iron bar against the Buck's fuzzy sac, tapping those heavy treasures to make them sway. "Mmm, you're pretty well-hung for a Deer. Equal to any of these Horses and more." He mused as the Knights struggled to get a grip on the Buck's knees and keep his legs well apart.
The Smith sneered as he gestured for the Knights to just strap him down to the table, which they started doing quickly. "Just kill me now." Avon roared, and then choked as the pry bar smacked into his fat ball's hard enough to make him gag and retch slightly. A bit more of the fight going out of him, allowing the Horses to get his arms, legs, neck and waist strapped down. As the Smith stepped up behind the Deer his hand's caressing up those sleek legs, to cup and squeeze the former captains firm round buttocks. Before dropping lower to grip the Stag's fat jewels once again, rolling them around in their sack as he savored the power of that moment. The Blacksmith jostled those big, white ovals in his dirty left hand, and reached over, pulling the sloshing bucket of balls over with his right.
"Now, Buck... don't be so unfriendly. Why wouldn't you want me to get my cock deep in your sweet Doe's pussy? After all, she's going to need a new male." The naughty Goat leered, and tightens his grip on those big Stag's balls. The big helpless Stag clearly didn't like it, however the Smiths words were making sense to him. And he began to see the Goat in a little better light, still in his mind the Deer had saw himself escaping all of this. Every male is the hero of his own story, he'd fantasized about taking his Doe and son with him in his escape. "And not just for dick you know, but for protection. Remember you're going to be far, far away getting reamed in the ass, and you've already seen what happens to people the King decides he doesn't like."
"I'll not... won't let anyone do that to me again ever..." And yet the weakness of those words, made it plain that even the Stag didn't believe them at this point.
"Your precious Doe is going to be much better off if someone the King likes lays claim to her, have you thought about that?" From the sound of shocked grunts, it was clear the Stag had not even considered that he might not take his family and escape. "Stop thinking with your balls... because they won't be with you much longer. Now here's the deal I'm offering you." The Smith continued wheeling, smirking as he spoke to the helpless Stag. Sensing that his words were having their desired effect on the helpless Deer, who had begun to understand that he wasn't going to escape after all. The Goat brought his hands together hard, painfully clapping the Buck's testicles between them.
"Yes well... if you... you look after... keep her from harm... I'll not kill you when I come back..." Avon stammered, and then grunted loudly as those twin orbs were bruised as the Smith's strong hands clapped together firmly.
"I'm going to fuck your beautiful ass, before I take your mighty nuts away. You can thank me for that too, not every male gets to cum before they're cut." The Smith informed with a smirk, feeling the throbbing in Avon's loins growing quicker as he spoke.
"No... nooo please..." The Stag's voice barely a whisper now, as the fight seemed to run out of him in his exhaustion. "I... I don't want to cum... just do it, just cut me..." The big Deer grunted in a kind of counter offer, even as he felt the Goats finger tip rub over his soft anal pucker. He inhale deep and raggedly, his hole twitching as that finger teased his quivering hole.
"You're going to tell me how much you love it, and tell me that you want me to take your wife after I've cut off your balls." The wicked Goat's leers took on a flashing, fiendish glint as he felt the trapped Deer's powerful body trembling. "And then, when your balls are in my bucket, you'll pen a letter to your dear Lorrie, telling her to take me as a lover. Do that, and I'll see do it no harm comes to her... or any young Bucks you may have sired."
"Wha... oh gods... oh gods the boys..." Avon sobbed weakly, as the Smiths words made him think about his twin sons and the King's pleasure at raping his own ass. Instantly he felt real fear, that without protection his son's would be raped by the King and his minions just like he had. "Alright... alright Smith... I.... I'll do as you say... just take care of Lorrie and my boys..."
"Very wise." The Goat congratulated derisively as he slid his leather trousers down, while Val and the other Stallions Knights watched in disbelief. "You're a smart fella to make a bargain with the only thing you have left. Heh... well a deal's a deal, so fork over that pride." The Blacksmith smirked grabbing the Buck's white tail and grinding his stiff shaft against that firm rump. Feeling the warrior Deer's hot pucker clench, even as he rubbed his cock head against it.
The Stag's tail resisting that firm grip for a instant, but then he felt that burning hot cock head against his tail hole. "Ohoooo gods." Avon inhale loudly as the Smith's pre-cum smeared over that soft flesh, the warrior having to fight with himself... "It's for the boys... it's for Lorrie..." He chanted under his breath for a long moment, before he opened his mouth and whimpered softly.
"Let's hear you beg for it." The Goat smirked thrusting forward with a sharp jab, making the big Stag wince; the Smith was nowhere as big as the Stallions who had raped him, but somehow this was worse. Leaning in close, the smirking Smith bit at the Stag's neck, and reaching under him to grab that stiff cervine prick, laughing and squeezing it before stroking slowly up and down that long, hard length.
"Uhuuu..." The Deer stud moaned as the Smith gripped his long thick stud stick, stroking his strong hand up and down it as that rut muscle pulsed with desire. 'So tight...' The horny Goat thought grinned widely, laughing a little while slowly pushing his pre-cum covered cock tip against that pucker.
"Hehehe..." He chuckled, bucking and pounding that hard fucker forcefully against it, feeling Avon's clenched hole struggle against the intrusion. Avon grunted and bit his lower lip, as he feels the Goat's stiff prick force it's way inside of him... jabbing his prostate, and those heavy, ash-dusted caprine kegs smacking into his own heavy balls.
"Aww gods it hurts... you're so big... I don't think I can..." The Stag protested when suddenly that throbbing cock tip touched the magic button, and the big Deer threw his head back moaned loudly. "Wha... what was that?" The straight Stag moaned, as the Smith's fucker pushed in deeper, and he began to rub his cock head again the Bucks prostate gland. Soon the helpless Deer was bucking like a slut on the Goats invading fucker, as his own long cock began to jerk up and down in pleasure. The Blacksmith grinned wide, as he saw how tight and sensitive the Deer's hole was. He released that big dick, starting to press a hand firmly against his the helpless Bucks chest. He pinched the young Stag's nipples, leaned in and biting at his neck, and utterly neglected that cock in every way that he could manage. He grinned ear to ear, laughing quietly as he started to work the stag's prostate firmly, pressing into it and rubbing in slow circles.
"That's why you're going to make such a good gelding." The naughty Goat explained, laughing softly at the way the virgin Deer was reacting to it. Avon swallowed the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, nearly choking on the words he forced himself to speak. Avon moaned his eyes glazing over in pleasure, as that cock tip massaged his male pleasure gland.
"Ohh... yes... stuff... stuff that dick in me Goat... fuck me before you cut off my balls... And... please fuck my Doe once I'm no longer a male..." The once 'oh so proud' Deer begged softly, making the watching Stallions laugh out loud at him. While the other new geldings look on in pity, knowing the Stag was being broken far more than any of the rest of them. A long sting of pre-cum hanging off the Bucks cock head, as the young Deer bucked back on that hard fucker.
That hard cock was moving in a steady hard rhythm in and out of him by now, making the Stag's own cock dangle down stiffly below him. Large drops of pre-cum began to drip off, slashing loudly onto the floor below him... as the watching Stallion's took out their hard cocks. Stroking them as they watched the Smith, turn the deadly warrior into a bitch ass slut right before their eyes. Something all their and the Kings raping hadn't been able to do, soon the red Stag's ass began pushing back into the Goats thrusts. "Ammmm fuck... that.... that feels so good." He whimpered weakly as those heavy Goat balls beat against his own, the visions of himself somehow fighting his way loose. Heroically escaping the Smith and the Kings Knights, and then taking his family far away slowly vanishing from his mind. Replaced with thoughts of his future in service to intacted males, while the Goat looked after his family keeping them safe.
"Ugh I love your tight ass." The Smith moaned out softly, even as his strong hip's pounded that clenching hole all the harder. The Buck's strong young body jerking, as the Blacksmith's cock head smack hard against his pleasure button. Causing more and more pre-cum to dribble out of the young cervine warriors wilting erection, it was dripping constantly now. The big Deer moaned, in shame as he starred down at his softening dick. And yet the Goat's words of praise about the tightness of his rut hole, making Avon shiver in delight as the Smith drove that hard cock deep into him. "Someone's getting ready to cum... just from having my cock in their ass." The horny Goat laughed out loudly, he couldn't wait for the proud Stag to blow his load. Couldn't wait to hear his slutty moans, as he was dumping his own load into the Stag's sweet rut-hole.
"Take good care of my Lorrie please... breed her just like this, fill her with... with pleasure..." The Stag begged weakly as his swaying cock tensed harder and harder, before releasing a long spurt of thick white cream onto the dirty shop floor.
The rutting Blacksmith snorted, bucking hard, squeezing the Stag's balls as he felt that strong rump clench down. The wicked Goat snickered, as he started to work his dick back and forth, sawing it in and out of the Stag's deflowered asshole. His handsome muzzle split so wide by his victorious grin that it ached, while his strong hip's pounded that fat cock deep inside the Deers passive body. "Nnnh... yeah, you slut... cum for me..hrf." The Goat panted, giving that tight rump slow, strong pushes, stroking his dick through that snug, fluttering sphincter. "Cum for the last time... cum for my dick... empty those balls." He snorted, and shifted his grip on the Buck's scrotum, pushing those trembling balls back up to the top of it. "Oho... I'll breed your Doe. But not just like this." He taunted the helpless Stag, as he took his knife and sliced the bottom section of Avon's bag clean off. "I'll breed her on her back... I'll have her ride me, I'll have on her knees swallowing my cum." He shifted his grip again, now squeezing the Stag's vulnerable nuts until they popped out of his pouch and dangled naked in the air. He grasped those naked balls firmly and held the knife to them, while thrusting hard into Avon's ass. "And when you're a eunuch whore getting drilled hourly, you can think of my cock fucking your Doe in every way... and my balls... emptying in her bare pussy." The Goat gloated through clenched teeth and began furiously scraping those taut cords with the blades, shaving them through in seconds and dropping the ex-Stag's balls into the bucket. With a snorting grunt the Smith's own nuts lifted up as the Stag's balls were falling, and he leaned his head back as he shot their potent cargo into Avon's snug rump.
Avon's head lay on the table top, his open mouth drooling softly as the horny Goat shot his scalding hot load deep in the Stag's clenching ass. Weak whimpering sobs escaping the once proud Stag, as the Smith's taunting words burn within his brain. He could see it all within his mind's eye... himself whored out to every horny male who came along. All the while the dirty Goat in his bed... rutting his pretty wife over and over in all those different ways. He barely noticed when strong hands gripped his antlers, saw teeth cutting into them as Zorrul slowly removed them. As he'd been trained to do to any male with horns or antlers that the Smith neutered, slowly the Goat pulled out of that snug hole. Moving over to his desk he grabbed paper and pen, pressing them into Avon's hand after he'd unstrapped it. Slowly the new gelding scribbled a short letter to his pretty Doe, begging her for their families safety to take the Smith as a lover. "Make that my friend the Smith." The Goat ordered with a sneer, as he crumpled up the first sheet of paper and had the Stag rewrite it. Even as the former Stag sobbed softly, while one of the Knight's slammed his huge cock into that cum drooling tail hole. Zorrul had both those proud antlers removed, by the time Avon had finished writing the note a second time. The Goat then ordered his apprentice to finish cleaning up and get the meat over to the butcher shop, while he went to clean up before going to the castle.
***
After his bath, the Smith dressed himself in his best clothes... before strolling back down to the shop. Grabbing his tool bag out of the shop, he put one of his small bellows into it. Noticing as he did that Zorrul had gotten back, the young Stallion was on all fours licking the Stag's cum off the floor while rubbing his own small cock. The Goat grinned at that, thinking the young Stud was certainly taking after his sire. And the truth was that while Zorrul was called the herd Stallion, he'd not been allowed to sire a single offspring. Soon the Goat was out on the street heading to the castle, it was a long walk that he'd made many times.
This time... the young equine Knights lead him into the upper floors of the castle instead of down into the dungeons. The roughly dressed Goat getting a number of stares from the fancy dressed courtiers, and highborn nobles he passed along the way. Each one of them turning their nose up, at the sight of a commoner like the Goat passing them in the palace. At last the young Knight escorting him, opened the doors to the royal bed chamber; and the Smith found himself standing in front of the new Kings bed. The young Stallion lay on his huge bed completely naked, smiling faintly as he looked the Smith up and down.
"Oh... there you are at last." The young queer Stallion called, waving as the young Knight closed the door behind the Smith. "I've been soooo horny... saving up just like you told me to do. I've not fucked anyone in days..." It was a total lie the Goat knew, Val had admitted as much to the Smith earlier that night. Telling him about the King joining in raping Avon, while they held the Deer in the castles dungeons. Not that it matter to the Goat of course, he'd only made a show of ordering the Horse to stop rutting for a few days. So that he could build up a nice big load for impregnating the Queen, in point of fact the Goat didn't care if the King fucked every hour on the hour... or even if he was sterile. He'd soon be siring a royal heir, or at least that was what most everyone in the kingdom would think. Only the Goat and hopefully the Queen would know the truth, that a common white Billy Goat was the sire of the kingdom's next prince.
"I'm sorry to be so late... your majesty. I was busy taking care of the latest group of males you had sent to me." The Blacksmith explain with an awkward bow as he strolled over to that huge bed, and sat down on the edge even as he reached over to fondle the royal person.
"Oh yes I heard all about that... Val was very excited by watching it, he used my tail hole very roughly after he came back." The young King smirked widely, as he thought about what the young Knight had told him. "I loved hearing about what all you did to them... heh I really should stop by sometime to watch." The young King giggled, his big blunt cock head poking up out of his sheath as the Goats freshly scrubbed hands fondled the royal testicles. Making the royal cock rapidly slithered out of the King's sheath, soon that thick equine fucker lay throbbing on the Stallion's belly and chest.
"Oh yes stop by the shop... I'd be happy to put on a demonstration for you sometime." The Smith offered, as his strong fingers teased those plump equine orb's within their velvety sack. "Of course if you wanted a really good show..." The Goat reached over into his tool bag with one hand, and pulled out his gelding knife holding the blood speckled blade up. "Nothing beats an up close and personal show."
"Heheh... trying to talk me into letting you geld me?" The young King asked amused, reaching down to fondled his own sack with one hand. Joining the Smith's hand on that velvety soft sack, both of them lifting and weighting those fat orbs. "Hahah let a Smith castration one King... and he wants to gelding every King he comes across." The young gay Monarch joked, as he reached over pulling the Goat's clothing off playfully.
"Not right away your majesty... you've got heirs to sire." The Goat pointed out with an amused smile, tossing the gelding knife back into the bag. Instead reaching in and taking out a glass jar of grease, a brass bowel to catch the Stallion's cum... and the same wooden dildo Zorrul used to milk the other males. "Now why don't you roll over onto all fours, and I'll get you milked." The Smith grunted soft but firmly, watching as the most powerful male in the kingdom did just as he ordered. Slowly the Goat screwed the lid off of his grease jar, reaching one finger into the jar. He gathered up a big globe of grease, and carefully smeared it all over the royal anus. Before picking up the wooden fuck stick, working it into the young King's well used anus. Smirking as he saw a trickle of cream oozing out around the big knob of the dildo, roughly he shoved it inside of the King hard.
"Ohoho..." The King moaned out loudly, as the Goat began to pump that well used dildo in and out... noting with a smirk that Zorrul hadn't really cleaned it. Reaching under the young King's belly, he grabbed that throbbing equine fucker and began stroking it. "Aha aha yes Smith use me hard." King Devlin moaned out weakly, as that strong hand gripped his thick rut stick hard. As the hard wooden sexy toy, beating against the Stud's royal prostate gland. Making the King's cock jerk and quiver in the Goat's fist, as the Smith milked it playfully.
"I mean... it's just I noticed that you really prefer to be the one being fucked your majesty." The Smith purred softly, leaning forwards to nibble gently on the handsome Stallion's pointed ear. "And in my experience... males enjoy that kind of thing so much more once they've been gelded." The Blacksmith whispered softly, planting the idea in the King's mind even as he smashed that wooden fucker hard against the royal pleasure gland. Making the monarch whinny loudly in pleasure at the rough rutting of his soft pink doughnut like anus. "How does that feel nice my King?" The Goat grunted lustfully, into the handsome young Stallion King's long pointed ear.
"Good... soooo good." The young sovereign moaned weakly, his arms collapsing so that his head and chest lay flat on the bed. His firm round ass pressing back into the hard pounding dildo thrusts, while his fat balls swung back and forth underneath. "Play with my balls again Smith." The King moaned lustfully, making the wicked Goat grinned releasing that hard cock to reach back fondling and tugging on those hefty balls.
"First I'd gather them up like this..." He whispered into the King's ear, wrapping his strong fingers around the neck the Kings ball bag. "Next I'd make a quick cut at the bottom of that royal sack..." The Smith chuckled lewdly, rubbing the sharp nail of one finger across the bottom of that ball bag. "And then I'd milk those fat nuts down out and out of that hole I'd just cut..." He almost moaned into the King's pointed equine ear, all the while pounding that wooden fucker in and out of the young Stallion's rut hole faster and faster. "Once I had them out... I'd snip the tubes, and then I'd twist them around and round." The Goat nimble fingers first tugged on those fat orbs, and then rolled them around within their sack. All the time the young King was feeling more and more submissive, that hard pounding pushing him towards orgasm. Confusing the horny monarch as to just what was really turning him on... was it the rough fucking or the Smith's talk of gelding. "Once I got those vessels twisted good and tight, I'll run my blade up and down them. Until my blade shreds them... and off pops those big royal balls." The Goat almost crowed, as that long equine fucker tense up... big blunt cock head flaring.
"WEHEHEEE!" The King squealed out loudly, as those fat balls drew up as that flared cock head released a stream of creamy stud milk into that bronze catch bowel. It rang softly as the first gush of stud milk splashed into it, the Smith's expert hand was back on that throbbing cock. Squeezing and milking it over and over again, drawing out every drop of thick potent equine seed. "Ohohoo gods Smith that was... that was wonderful." The young King moaned weakly, as the Goat slipped that wooden fucker as deep as it would go. Even as he slipped that bowel of hot kingly cum, out from under the spent Stallion's body. Making a show of pouring that cum into the small bellows he'd brought, holding it up for the gay Stallion to see. Before setting the bellows aside, he then took the bowel still slimy with left over cum. Holding that bowel up to young Kings mouth, rubbing it against the Horses lip's until the passive feeling Monarch began to lick his own cum out of the bowel.
"Yes that's good." The Goat grunted, feeling very aroused at that point from both the feeling of sexual dominance... and control of the most powerful male in the kingdom. "Clean that out... and stay in that position. Once I'm done planting the seed... I'll be back to plant my seed inside of this hot hole." The Blacksmith promised leeringly, reaching over to cup and squeeze the young gay Stallion's firm ass-cheeks with his strong hands. "Now where do I go to find the queen."
*"There... there is a secret passage behind that wall sculpture..." The young King moaned weakly, as he gestured to a winged Stallion wall sculpture. "Just press the lowest right wing feather... to open it... it leads straight to the Queens bed chamber. She will be expecting you... just like we discussed." The passive Monarch moaned, spreading his legs a little farther making the dildo in his ass wiggle around. "Hurry back..." The King called meekly, as the Smith opened the secret door and stepped into the dark passage. *
***
The Smith trotted down the dimly lit corridor, until he had at last came to the end. He fumbled around the wall until he finally found the release lever for the secret door, triggering it the door popped open soundlessly. And the Goat found himself in a huge opulent bedroom, that looked similar to the Kings own chamber. Only the Smith knew at a glance this was a females room, and she had excellent taste in decor. Strolling into the room he spotted the Queen laying back on her huge empty bed, the pretty white mare was clad in only a thin silk night gown. "Oh so you're the Smith... my husband has sent to... to..." She winced, as if the next words were so distasteful she couldn't bring herself to speak them. And so instead she focused on looking the rangy Goat up and down, he could smell the spicy ting of her heat in the air...
*"Do his job for him." The shaggy Goat replied with a lewd smirk, as he held up the bellows containing the King's semen... and set it casually on a table as he stepped closer to the bed. The Smith was dripping with sexual fluids, a stringer of slimy pre-cum connected his throbbing dick and his swaying ball sac. Those loins reeked of sex and sweat, a strong, potent male musk that spoke of breeding. She could smell her husband on him of course, and many other males besides... and from his reputation, he had been mounting all of them. Or castrating them... most likely both of those things and that was a demonstration of real power. He stepped up to her bed, and leaned against the frame of it lazily, spreading his legs wide apart while letting his wet dick and heavy, sweaty balls sway pendulously. As he looked over the white mare, licking his lips as he played his eyes across her soft, sexy curves. "I serve at my Queen's pleasure, of course." *
*The pretty mares pink nose darken to a rosy red, as she blushed hard even as his musky scent assaulted her senses. "So... so you're going to plant his seed inside of me?" She asked weakly, her breath growing deeper and heavier as he towered over her making that already damp sex dribble. "Is... is that his seed in those bellows... are you going to put that cold metal nozzle inside of me?" It was plain from the look on her pretty muzzle, she didn't like that idea at all. "Are... are his balls half as big and these?" She inquired, reaching up to fondle the Goat's heavy dangling testicles with smooth soft finger tip's... *
The Blacksmith snorted when he felt those gently hands on his heavy cummers, the sweaty, shaggy sac jumping from her touch, and his dripping dick jumped as well. He shifted from hoof to hoof, dragging his fat, laden balls into her waiting palm. "Nope heh they're just a handful... which is a good size for a Horse." The Smith replied with a gloating grin, as he felt those hands admiring his full orbs. "He got that from his father of course." The Goat added his grin growing wide and much more wicked, as he looked down at the pretty mare. "I don't think he's the type to keep them, though. Eventually he's gonna have me take them off." 'At least that's the plan...' The Smith thought darkly to himself, remembering how passive the young King had become from his milking. "Then they'll be right next to his sire's." He teased with another lewd smirk, as he felt those finger tip's just touching the base of his throbbing fucker. "Silly stallions... always getting their balls cut off... usually by me." The Blacksmith mused, shifting his weight slightly, making his own meaty balls sway.
"Oh..." The lovely Queen moaned her hands now over filled with those musky orb's, it sent a shiver racing down her spine. "Next to his father's..." She panted the scent of sexual excitement growing more and more intense in the air as he spoke. "So the rumors are true... you gelded a King." The silver white mare's eye's looked up at him wide with awe and sexual excitement, as the Goat's hard organ loomed over her. "You're a lot of male Smith..." The Queen was forced to admit, even as she half sat up and nuzzled at those huge sweaty plums.
"As for sticking a bellows up your pussy, that was the arrangement. But if you don't want to... well that's up to you... I'll not do it if you don't wish me to. Of course that still leaves us with the problem of making an heir to the throne." The Goat grinned lewdly, making the passive looking mare arch a single eyebrow at him.
"Oh... ohooo really? Then how do you plan to get my husband's pansy seed inside of me?" The sexy mare asked with a wryly smile, as if she had already guessed the answer to that. "My husband has never touch me... and I've been to afraid to take a lover because of that..." She explained, her hands leaving his crotch to reach down stripping off her sexy silk night gown. "Now of course I am trying to get pregnant... now he would not be surprise that a wife he's never touch is with colt. You know he's had me locked up in a convent... ever since we got married a year ago."
The gruff Goat grinned as the queen's nightgown came off, and he nodded as he looked her curvy figure up and down, his shaft rising along with his interest. "Such a shame to keep a lady like you locked away. I bet you've been missing the touch of a good male... but I hope you'll settle for a male whose not so good." The Goat added with a leering grin, as he looked down at the sexy Queen. "I don't blame you for not wanting to get pregnant by his cold sperm. I'm no King, your majesty, just a humble tradesman, all I do is supply a demand. And it sounds like there's demand here, for certain pleasurable services." The Smith said, snorting as the Queen fondled his fat, furry kegs of heavy seed, warm and powerful in her hands. "A demand I'd be happy to supply... and you can at least fake that it's his for a few months until the birth."
The sexy white mare trembled a bit harder, as she starred up at his throbbing fucker looking so masculine and firm. Her soft finger's exploring it as the Smith looked down at her lustfully, he wanted to rut her she could tell his words were real. "It doesn't worry you who my husband is... or that I'm the Queen of your country?" She asked softly, her lush body quaking harder at his words... she had been missing the touch of a male badly. The Goat's fat balls smelled strongly of sweat and lust, a powerful fragrance the mare couldn't help. Finding it nearly intoxicating, with her nose pressed right to them. Feeling the beautiful Queen's muzzle pressed so lewdly against them, made the Smith's long cock jerk up and down eagerly. "Oh so you're not so good... and after all that practice you've had using this thing?" She snickered softly and teasingly, her finger tip's caressing that long fucker more quickly. "The temperature of the sperm makes no different... it only bothers me that it's given second handed." She explained, her soft nose pressing against his big pendulous testicles as the Goat leaned in... she licked her lips. "Oh there is certainly a demand... and I do feel you really desire me tradesmen." The Queen gripped his hard fucker, using it as a handle to pull him up into the bed with her. "Supply me with all you can manage... And I doubt I'll have to fake very hard... my mother always said males are quick to believe any colt is theirs. Of course it will help that your fur is white like mine, if the new born looks Goat like... well our family always claimed we had Unicorn's in our line."
Feeling her grab it and pull him into bed by it, made his fat balls feel like he was carrying two weeks' worth of lust in them! "Mmm, that sounds like a clever ploy." The Blacksmith said to her, and wondered to himself if it had been used sometime earlier in her family's history. The Blacksmith was more than happy to toss the hand-bellows aside, and crawled up on top of the willing white mare, grabbing those generous breasts greedily. "As for how good I am, I'll leave that for your honored self to decide, my Queen." He kneaded those big mare tits slowly and firmly, rubbing his palms across her nipples. And then pinching them between his strong fingers as he kneaded her chest, and then he put a hand on her belly. Caressing her smooth curves and perfect fur all the way down to her leaking groin, brushing his fingertips across the royal pussy.
"It's worked in the past..." The pretty Queen explained, more or less confirming the Smith's suspicions about that story. "Oho." She moaned as he grabbed her soft teats roughly, the highborn mare discovering she liked the touch of his rough tradesmen's hands. "Heheh very well... I hope your good because I'm very much in need as you can smell." The Queen laughed as he slipped between her legs quickly, now that he had her permission he wasn't wasting anytime. Laying back the Queen moaned out loudly, as his hand really went to work on her big bouncy breasts. Her breathing growing deeper and more excited as those hands moved lower, a whinny escaping her as those fingers rubbed over her damp sex. "Oho Gods I need to be fucked so much!"
"Well then... by your leave, your majesty." The rangy Goat quipped with a lascivious grin, his furred, calloused fingers danced over that velvety soft mound... Objectively it was just another mare's pussy, but he was as hard as he had ever been in his life. His shaft jutting out like a lustful lance made just for this, invading and cramming this royal pussy. He was about to fuck the Queen, cuckold the King who was waiting for the Goat to come use him like a gelding... His fat, sweaty, commoner's testicles might sire a future King this night, this thought drawing a lewd chuckle out of him. The weight of his lust filled his balls like gold, making each swing ponderous and heavy. He took an extra moment to just savor the texture of that royal mare's loins... no, it was not just like any other mare he understood. Her fur was finer, softer, her flesh was supple without being soft... he caressed her velvety mound. And then gave it a lewd squeeze, before setting his dirty, sweaty body down on top of her perfect curves and snow-white fur. Before guiding his pulsing cock into those folds, meant only for a King, but he would be in between them tonight. With a hot, lustful snort, the Goat pushed forward sliding his aching hard dick into the Queen's wet sex.
"Yes... yes... rut me like one of your drunken bar maids." The sexy white mare moaned, her body aching in need for the touch of a hard cock inside of her quivering pussy. "Ummm." She moaned out loudly, that silky body jumping as those strong fingers gave her loins a lewd squeeze. Before the musky smelling Goat dropped on top of her, as a squirt of excitement escaped her royal sex. "OHOOOO." Her half closed eyes widen as the bell of his cock spread her sex lip's, pushing deeper and deeper into that forbidden orifice. "Gods YES." The pretty Queen bite her lower lip, as those long sexy leg's lifted up wrapping around his waist. "Ohooo yes that's what I need... Thank you... thank you so much..." She whimpered into his shaggy chest fur, as that fat cock push deep into a place her husband had never been.
"Hrf, you want it like a drunken bar wench, your majesty?" The Smith grunted with a lewd, lustful grin of amusement at hearing her request that. "You want to get fucked with the pure lust of a horny, drunken male who sees only how your body can pleasure him?" He snorted lewdly, and started working his shaggy hips harder, plunging vigorously into that soft feminine slot. He hammered his hips into the Queens needy rut tunnel gruffly, his hefty balls smacking her perfect ass; he slid an strong arm under her waist, lifting her hips up just slightly. While lewdly attacked her bare breasts with his mouth, chewing, licking, and suckling all over her tits like a drunken Blacksmith would. "Hrr yes, I'll do exactly that; I'll fuck your slot, and cum right inside you. No pulling out, no protection, just drunken.. HR... lustful.. HR... SEX."
"Aha... Aha... Ahaha gods yes... hard use me hard Smith." The pretty young Queen squealed out loudly, as the Goats strong hip's began to drive his hard fucker balls deep in and out of her. Her sex gripping and squeezing lustfully on his common cock, while those big hooves smacked against his butt cheeks. "Ammm yes talk dirty to me... like I'm just a common slut your using for your pleasure." She requested, growing more and more turned on by the taboo nature of what they were doing. Little whinnies and whimpers of delight escaping her, as his mouth worker roughly over her soft tender teats. "Oh yes... yes fill me full of your slimy Goat cum... Knock me up like I'm a gutter slut to drunken on cheap ale to stop you." She called, that soft body bucking and pushing into his rut thrusts, even as her soft sex practically begged for the cum in his huge balls.
The sweating Goat grunted in lust, his hips working faster, those furry buttocks flexing with every shove between the royal thighs. "Yes, I'm gonna empty my nuts in your drunken mare pussy; for a lusty Buck like me, your body comes with the bedroom. And now I'm between your legs and rutting you... hrrf. And you can't stop me... I'm gonna cum in your pussy... Knock you up... and you get to bring shame on your family, by getting knocked up by a Goat, not even a Stallion." He ground his teeth together, and groaned out loudly... lustily rutting the very most exclusive pussy in the kingdom. And he felt it begging his cock for more... so with a groan, he let her have it. He bucked and jerked between those royal thighs, as he pumped his thick load deep into her perfect sex.
The Queen's big soft nose pressed against the Smith's musky neck, as she kissed her way up to his mouth even as he spoke. Sharing a strong kiss with him for a long moment, as his words fill her mind with naughty images. Excitement building within her loins with his every movement, until suddenly a great tidal wave of orgasm swept over her. That tight sex growing even tighter around his throbbing fucker, as she screamed and whinnied into his ear. Those orgasms so powerful, they made tiny lights dance in front of her eyes as looking up she watched him throw his head back. Feeling a hot rush of fluids inside of her, the pretty mare knew the Smith had just done what he'd came to do. Just what he said he would do, filling her full of his seed just like she was his own private slut. "YES... OHOO GODS... YES." She screamed, before falling back exhausted in bliss, even as he kept thrusting a few moments longer to give her every drop of his seed.
The rutting Blacksmith thrust harder, into the royal pussy under him, his sweaty balls jerking and jumping. That hairy sac swatting and rolling against that wet slot as he drilled her hard, pumping a heavy load from his balls right into the depths of her mare belly. He squeezed her tits as he started coming down from his high, the sweaty Goat panting as he slowly got control of himself. Soon resting himself on the mare's curvy body, as he panted for breath in bliss. "Huff... I hope this common male has been of adequate service, my Queen." The Smith teased with a leer, feeling the satisfaction within her royal sex as he quivered around his thick fucker.
The breathless mare lay there trembling hard in the Goats strong arms, feeling him finish up within her. "That was..." She paused as if struggling to find words, her mouth kissing his again eagerly. "That was magnificent Smith... if all common males are as good as you... We high born ladies need more of them." She moaned into his ear, that big body hot against his as they cuddled together a moment longer. "You will be coming back... if this breeding doesn't take... Or every if it does... your welcomed inside your Queen anytime." The pretty white mare moaned, causing a thrill to race through him knowing he'd just won ownership of a Queen's pleasure.
The Blacksmith pulled out of the trembling Queen then, wiping his spent dick with the bed sheets. He made sure to wipe upwards, getting her cooze and scent in his chest fur as well. "Your majesty may send for me at any time." He assured, taking a bit of a bow before realizing that wasn't quite right after all. "For now, my visits must of necessity come from the King's command rather than mine... but I'll see if I can talk him into allowing them." He gave her a lewd wink, that spoke volumes of his future plans with both herself and the King.
"Oh... oh yes the King..." She smirked, thinking about what they had just done to the ruler of this whole kingdom and stroked the Goats fur gently.
"But for now I must return to your erstwhile King." He strolling over to pick the bellows up, squirting their contents into the blazing fireplace. "I hope to see you again soon, your majesty." The Goat said with a final bow, he then returned to the secret passage.
"Oh I'm sure you can... I get the feeling you can do almost anything you set your mind to." The pretty mare laughed fondly, as she watched the Blacksmith spurt the royal seed into the fire. Where it boiled away pointlessly, just as if it had been spurted up some young Stallion's ass. "Hahaha... as I hope to see you my drunken abuser." She watched the Goat leave, before covering herself up and blowing out the lamp to go to sleep.
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Down the passage way the Blacksmith found that the King was still just as he'd left him, only with one hand reaching back to work the wooden dildo in and out of his own ass. Until he saw the Goat come back through the wall, smiling as the Goat strolled over and toss his bellows into his tool bag. "Ahah there you are Smith... the dirty deed is done I trust." That making the Goat smile widely, as he thought that it was a great deal dirtier than the King knew. "Pew... you certainly smell of it... now get over here and treat your King like he deserves to be treated." The handsome young Horse called, smacking one of his firm round ass cheeks with one big hand. The Goat noting that the time alone, had let the King regain his more commanding and aggressive nature. The Smith decided to assert his control once again, knowing the gay Stallion quickly grew passive with dominant sexual use. Smacking the King's hand away from that rough wooden dildo, the Goat gripped it 's handle and slammed it in and out of that quivering tail hole brutally hard. "OWW...OWW...OWW... GODS SMITH." The sissy King squealed out, even as his limp equine hose began to bounce and jerk upwards at this rough treatment.
"I'll decide how my slutty King deserves to be treated." The dirty Blacksmith sneered, and worked that wooden dildo around in the royal ass intensely. He also reached under the slutty young Stallion and grasped his velvety ball sac, getting a firm grip on the King's Horse nuts. Using them to control those trembling hips, as he worked the dildo in and out of that well-used ass, getting hard as he dominated the young royal.
"Ahaha... Ahaha..." The sexy young Stallion Monarch moaned, as he felt the Goats amazingly strong hand grip the royal nuggets. "I... I... think you... you forgetting yourself Smith... over stepping your bounds." The sissy gay King tried to growl powerfully, however those feelings of compliance were already getting to him. "Don't squeeze them so hard..." He whinnied, quickly giving into that brutal grip and letting the Smiths single strong hand control his body. Even as the air was filled with loud _'Smuck Smuck Smuck'_sounds as that rough dildo was savagely pounded into his slut hole. "Please..." He whimpered at last, starting to sink into submissive to the strong... if smaller top male who was arousing him.
"Mmm, don't squeeze them so hard? I wonder what I should do with them then." The horny Goat mused with a lurid chuckle, as he started to twist the gay Horse's velvety sac. "Maybe... pull on them?" He teased, and started tugging sharply on those plump young horse nuts treating the royal like any other Stallion.
"Ohoo Owww nooo..." His young King squealed, like a colt trying to keep from being spanked by his momma for some naughty act. And yet for all his squeals of protest, the more his nuts were tugged and twisted the harder his long equine fucker throbbed.
"That reminds me, lots of Stallions get their balls pulled on when another Stallion wants their ass. So maybe we should..." Suddenly he yanked that big dildo our of the Horse's rump, and grabs the King's tail, swiftly replacing a fake dick with a very real one.
"Wha... wha... they do?" Clearly no one had ever had the nerve to treat the Prince's balls that way, much less the new King who'd had his own sire gelded. "Weehehee!" The sissy Monarch screamed as his well greased tail hole was emptied, and then just as roughly filled with a thick throbbing Goat fucker. "Ohooo Gods Yes... " Dev moaned, pulling a pillow up under his muzzle and began chewing on it wildly as the Smith's fat cock thrust balls deep into him. The Goat smirked, as he thought about where that same fucker had so recently been and gushed it's thick potent load. "Nooo... no don't let go of them." The soft Stallion begged, as he felt those strong fingers loosening their grip on his stud nuggets as the Smith's huge balls beat against his trapped ones.
"Well alright your majesty." The Goat conceded in a mocking tone, and instead of letting go, adjusted his grip on those fine royal stones. He made a circle between thumb and forefinger, around the neck of the young King's nut sac, and then tugged sharply downwards on that dangling bag. Holding them like that, he started thrusting really hard into the soft royal ass.
Intense feelings of utter submission swept over the helpless Monarch then, as a common Goat used him so rough and powerfully. "Uhu uhu uhu fuck." He grunted, while the pounding of his royal testicles by the Smith's much larger ones filled the pit of his stomach with delightful agony. That long blunt equine cock slapped up against his chest excitedly, splattering strings of silvery pre-cum all over that soft fur. The sneering Smith noted that his fur, was if anything softer and more perfumed than the Queen's had been.
"Looks like I found the true Queen of the kingdom." The lustful Smith chuckled derisively into the King's pointed equine ear, rubbing off hand over that soft fur. Even though the Monarch was better groomed than his Queen, the Goat roughly had that royal rump. Riding it like a cowboy, plunging in and trying to hold on for eight seconds, like a rodeo. He held the King's tail with one hand and his balls with the other, keeping that well-used ass close to his loins as he banged it, and his heavy balls swung, smacking against the Horse's own stones. The Blacksmith couldn't help but smirk to himself... at fucking and then cuckolding the King himself. Memories of that willing mare through the passage helped invigorate the Goat's lust, helping him lewdly thrust and work those royal cheeks savagely hard.
And the young sissy Stallion certainly didn't disappoint, bucking and humping more wild and eagerly than most mares in heat. "Gods... Ohoooo gods yes... riding me... ride me hard please." The most powerful male in the kingdom begged loudly, sounding more and more acquiescent to the alpha male using him. The Goat got the feeling that he could get the sissy stud to agree to about anything at this point, the matter of visiting the Queen coming into his mind. He released the Stallion's tail, which was obediently staying hiked up out of his way. The Smith reached around and gripped that throbbing Horse fucker, having already decided to feed the King his own cum.
The Blacksmith worked that royal ass with a strong, steady rhythm, hips striking his ass like a hammer on an anvil. "Silly Horse... you know, Stallions aren't for riding... That's what geldings and mares are for." He snorted with lust, and gyrated his hips, working his stiff dick around inside that well-fucked royal rump.
"Well... well you... you would know." The horny equine Monarch moaned weakly, his tail hole gripping and squeezing the Smith's big throbber.
"You begging me to fuck you, Dev? My dick has dates with all the best pussy in the kingdom ya know... Lots of wives whose husbands recently lose their nuts." The Smith said with a wide smirk, thinking of the pretty Doe he was planning on visiting soon.
"Hoo hoo oho gods." The helpless Stallion groaned more and more eagerly, as the Smith's gyrating hip's made that hard fucker beat his prostate gland delightfully. "Wha... wha... best pussy in the kingdom..." The lust driven young Stallion moaned, his eye lids drooping as the pleasure built up within him from that savage sodomizing. "Ohoo oh yes heh... Val told me about your plans for Avon's wife... heh very naughty Smith." The young King panted, plainly amused by the idea of the overly proud straight Stag losing not just his balls but his wife's pussy to the goat who'd nutted him.
"And so, so many geldings... you want me fucking you? Offer me your balls." It was a bold demand, that could very well get him killed if he'd read the King's passivity level wrong.
"Err... wha... my... my balls..." The young sissy Stallion moaned, his voice sounding so uncertain that for a second the Smith almost thought he was about to agree. "Well I... would but I..." Saying that he wanted to keep cumming in other handsome young males ass's, sounded like no argument even to him. "I... well you said it yourself I need to produce a heir... and a spare..." The young Monarch whimpered weakly, just as the lustful Goat knew that he would.
The bucking Blacksmith slowed down, now drilling that equine rump with slow, powerful slams that knocked the young King around on his knees. "Mmm...Yeah, good point... ok, slut." He teased trying to sound like this was all just a kinky game, rudely slapping the Stallion's velvety rump. "I want your balls... so I'm going to come up and have my way with them now and then. And when I'm done, we'll give your wife the load. The sooner we get her knocked up, the sooner you can forget about needing your balls..."
Those slow but bone jarring fuck thrusts, made the King moan and whimper all the louder. "Yes... yes come have your way with me..." The sissy King agreed eagerly, his passion building to the point that he was on the razor's edge of cumming. "Ammm... as you say Smith... use my seed as you want just like my tail hole." He agreed breathlessly, as the Goat's hard fuck thrusts propelled him closer and closer to orgasm. "Ummm well yeah there's still the matter of a spare." The pansy Monarch pointed out softly, still not rutted so docile as to agree to giving up his balls. Maybe this was going to prove more difficult than the Goat had thought, still he had a plan that would certainly help. "But I'll instruct my guards that you may enter the castle and the royal chambers anytime you like." The needy sissy sovereign whimpered, making the small Goat grin widely at that.
"Good boy." Smirking he shoved the King's big blunt cock head into the Stallion's own stammering mouth, stroking that shaft quickly as he pounded the Horses clenching hole. That long stud stick tensed up harder, those firm potent balls drawing up against the royal sheath. As that cock head flared, and then the King was choking and gulping to swallow his own hot sticky spunk. "Aguhulp!"
"Hahaha... yeah that's it you slutty gelding swallow it all." The Smith grunted as he thrusts instantly grew hard and fast once again, until with a loud bleat he threw his head back. Those heavy ball's pouring a massive load straight into that clenching tail hole, as the Goat pounded the royal ass for a few moments longer. "Ammm yeah... your one sweet fuck... your majesty." He snickered, slowly sliding his spent fucker out of the King's body and standing up to put his clothing back on. "The Queen's in heat as you can smell, so I'll be back every night this week. We'll get her belly filled this heat cycle." The Blacksmith called over his shoulder as he strolled out the door, leaving the passive King laying there licking his cum coated lip's.
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The walk back to his Smithy was refreshing, the cold night air reinvigorating the shaggy white Goat. Passing through the shop he locked up for the night, climbing the stairs to the second floor he strolled slowly down the dark hall. Noticing as he did that there was a lamp burning in his bed room, his young apprentice Zorrul no doubt. That young herd Stallion was proving to be just as slutty as the King, he though with a smirk pushing open the door and stepping inside. And then froze in surprise, when he saw the young equine Knight Val laying naked on his bed. "Heheh so you've came to be rutted and nutted after all." The Goat chuckled, stripping off his clothing as he walked slowly up to the bed looking down at the sexy Stallion. Val gulping as he looked up at the Smith, and his semi hard cock lifted up as the Smith spoke.
"After that show you put on today... with Avon and the others you thought I wasn't going to be here? I hope the King didn't wear you out to badly... I'd hate to trade my Stallion hood for a single half hearted rutting." The plainly very aroused Stallion moaned, even as he starred at that thick caprine fucker jutting out stiffly.
"Heh... don't you worry gelding... You'll get plenty a pounding before I pluck your tiny colt nuts in the morning..." The wicked Goat reached down fondling the Knight's good sized ball's, even as he teasingly insulted them making that long Horse fucker bounce up even harder. "And then after that you'll be on my cock all the time. I have a use for you... my sexy gelding Knight." Reaching over he grabbed the back of Val's head, shoving that stiff Goat cock between the Horse's soft lip's. "Here have a taste of your King's ass..."
"Ahemmm." Val moaned, that the naughty Goats well used fucker rubbed over his smooth slick equine tongue. The Blacksmith could tell by the young Knight's reaction, and soft half moans of pleasure that it wasn't the first time he'd tasted in inside of his Kings ass. The Smith stood there shoving his fucker in and out of those smooth full equine lip's, while gripping Val's rough mane.
"Enjoying that are ya... heh, So any requests on how I nut ya? Or are you just going to leave it up to me?" The Goat chuckled darkly, as he pulled back enough to let the handsome young Stallion answer.
"Ammm... gods... on that table like you did the Stag. And maybe have that young Stallion apprentice of yours sucking on me... while you do it. Afterwards you both can take a turn rutting the new gelding's ass." Val blurted breathlessly, making the Goat snicker... plainly the Horse had really been getting off on the idea. Most likely ever since the Blacksmith had first taunted him about it, and after weeks of watching the Goat cutting prisoners. He'd finally given in to his desires, which as it happened working in the Blacksmith's plans nicely.
"Alright I'll do it... and you won't even have to pay me for it. However you will rave to the King about how much better sex is... now that I've removed your balls. Every time he fucks you, every time your near him at all, you will go on and on about how much more you enjoy getting fucked. Is that clear?"
*"What... you're not trying to convince the King to... He'd never let you..." Val stammered, almost unable to believe the Goat had the nerve to try something like that. And then he remembered the glass jar on display down in the shop, with the old King's balls floating in it. Already he had been getting the Smith more business, males were coming from all over the kingdom. Young Stallions sent in by their sires, or even older males coming in willingly just so they could be gelding by the Smith who had gelded a King. Of course some just came in to have other things done, the Goat had been jerking a lot more males off. Just so they could have the thrill of such a famous nut cutter fondling they're junk, something to brag to the guys back home about. Others were bringing they son's in to gave the Smith look the colts over, knowing the Goat would asked if they wanted the boy gelded. There were even a few who brought their wives in, to show off how brave they were by having the Goat fondle them and maybe put in a piercing. And he'd been there once when another Goat had brought his wife in, and had the Smith breed her while he watched. *
"Then you shouldn't have any problem agreeing to do it." The horny Goat grinned, climbing up into the bed beside the naked young Stallion. Before grabbing his hip and rolling Val over onto his belly, spreading those sexy equine leg's before sliding between them.
"Ammm ok... ok I'll do it." Val moaned as those strong hands rubbed up the backsides of his thigh's, before grabbing and kneading those twin globes of his sexy rump. The Goat couldn't help snickering, as he watched the Stallion's long flowing tail pop up and his puffy round anus wink open.
"Alright then colt... lets get you rutted nice and submissive, so that when morning rolls around I can get your balls lopped off with no drama." The Smith chuckled, reaching over for the small jar of scented grease he kept on his bedside table.
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