Andy and the Stallion

Part One: Put to Pasture...

The Caudwell Stables were some of the most prestigious in the region, breeding a variety of fine horse breeds for sporting events, animals renowned for producing champions and gaining international trophies. They were the animals that were easy to train and so featured in countless movies and well, there was such an aura of dominance and pride in every acre of the grounds that no one could not realise how impressive the animals were here. But every so often, there was a horse that just stood out for looks and intelligence, excellence and well... just the essence of everything that was wanted and the Caudwell household had thought such an animal existed in the birth of a Dutch Warmblood colt they had called 'Caudwell's Lowland Prince'. The colt had grown well, shown all the best qualities with his shining bright bay coat, the one white hind sock and the great broad white blaze down his face and indeed he had been excellent in eventing and truly become the 'Prince' of the Dutch Warmbloods in the field, but then something rather curious happened and there were many rumours as to what had indeed happened to cause it, but Prince arrived to an event not long after his fifth birthday utterly lame and thereby useless... something had looked to have bitten him and suddenly Prince was shy of his handlers.

The household could hardly believe it, what had happened to their perfect horse? Rumours flew that it had been something a rival had done, paying the driver or the groom on hand to do something terrible to the poor animal and Prince was become feral. He refused to let the staff touch him, he bit the vet and the farrier, there was only one person on the entire estate who could get anywhere near him and that was a young man, recently arrived to work as a groom named Andy. He was only about nineteen, had never owned or ridden a horse before, but he loved them and he was an eager young lurcher, keen to do whatever was requested of him and impress because he just never seemed to have any chance of being close to a horse in any other way. By some luck, his arrival had come at a time when Prince had been going ballistic and the moment Andy had stepped over to be of help, the stallion had frozen, his nostrils quivering as he'd suddenly come right over to snuff at the young dog and well, it had been a steady friendship, but Andy had Prince's total trust and was practically his personal assistant.

"The old dog's been pondering what to do with Prince lately and it seems he's come to two conclusions; do you want to hear them Andy?" Stefan Caudwell, though he much preferred people calling him Steven, was the current youngest heir of the Caudwell estate and a curious chap; a handsome looking foxhound like all his family, he had a much more approachable nature and it was probably because he was only three years older than Andy and had been put through the pointless equine courses that the local rural universities offered that made him so. He had been giving Andy all his old books on horse care and study to enable him to be a better one-to-one handler for Prince and well, he was probably the only person that did not take the piss out of Andy for being effeminate and so shy around everyone else. "It goes like this... either you and me get Prince up to scratch to event again, literally you get him to trust me again... or he's going to be staying as the stud and well, you'll have your job no matter what but... it would be a shame to have to retire him so soon."

"It's happened with racehorses before, but don't your grandparents like to make sure they've got a fully working stud before they even consider it. Is this a head's up that I'm going to be having a very unpleasant job coming up soon?" Andy liked Stefan a lot, he was fun and respectable, a little cheeky when he wanted to be but he never got anyone else in trouble and he had a natural affinity with horses unlike any of the living members of his family. Andy liked to consider him a friend, but as he was busy picking the dirt out of one of the donkey's hooves that lived in the stable opposite Prince, so that he could always see another animal when indoors and communicate, he was grimacing visibly. If Stefan was not going to say it up front then that meant Andy was going to be having a very, very unpleasant job coming up soon. "Oh gosh... I don't have to hold him whilst he's put in front of the block like the teasers are?"

"Heh... no way... sorry, that would be far too easy, besides he's not a teaser so he actually gets to do his job. Nah... you're going to have the worst job possible and only because you're the only person he trusts and well... I've only had to see it done with Prince's daddy Ferdinand, but it ain't pretty." Stefan grinned wickedly, sticking out his tongue and Andy gave a groan of frustration, he did not like the sound of this and as if to mock him, the donkey suddenly let out a long braying sound that was almost like someone in hysterics. It was answered with a roaring snort from Prince as the dazzling bay stallion came skipping elegantly along the fence edge towards the pair of them as he was beckoned. Stefan froze, whatever had happened to Prince it meant any movements of the arms were considered aggressive unless by Andy and well, it was a bit of a scary experience as the big bay head slid over the fence, snorted heavily in front of the foxhound's face as if to warn him off, before nibbling at the donkey's withers and the animal doing the same in return. Thankfully, Prince was not against talking and Stefan gave a groan. "Thank goodness for Old Petey here... there may not be any grandkids to ride him anymore for practice, but he's still such a well-behaved lad and a good friend to the horses. But anyway, I'll tell you the easy part... one of the mares is in season and her soiled bedding is in a bucket and there's a few rags soaking over it... you're to take them into the stall with Prince, there will be like a fake mare in there, probably something like a rodeo bull machine with a big hole in the back, drape the rags around the back of the machine and in the hole. Then you'll train him to mount it and you know... do the business..."

"Ah..." Andy grimaced in frustration as he recognised the situation and then realised that there was a very important reason why they would use a 'fake mare' for that kind of thing and he grimaced. He looked at Stefan carefully, he'd recalled reading about collecting 'samples' from stallions in the equine reproduction books that Stefan had given him and how someone had to hold onto the item to collect the... Andy groaned in frustration. He looked up at Stefan with a grimace and then shook his head gently, of course he'd had to do it, Prince would not let anyone near him and certainly wouldn't let hands near his cock! Andy shook his head as he looked up at Stefan with a grimace. "Well, its going to at least be an excellent reference for judging boyfriends in the future..."

"Heh... guess you can literally say the biggest you held was a 'stud'... heh, that's a good way to put a spin on it, Andy. Speaking of which, you said there was that guy at the coffee shop in town you knew was in your clique but you got nervous when he gave you his number... have you actually called him or should I snatch your phone and write you a message?" Stefan teased playfully and he looked towards his friend knowingly although he could guess that Andy hadn't done anything. Although Stefan was quite comfortable about Andy being gay, there had been issues upon his hiring because of course he'd taken lodgings on site. Though Andy had not been excluded from having his partners around, they were not welcome to move in and certainly any overnight stay needed to be discussed with the household and with the other tenants. The other tenants had no issue and Stefan was always on his side, but Andy had always been nervous about bringing boyfriends to the place and instead relief on their habit of having somewhere more open to stay. "Come on... spill the beans."

"No point... I messaged and the first thing he did was say he could tell another convention goer when he saw one... I ended up looking into one of these weird cult series I could find on the video streaming to try and get into it with him. I think I've inadvertently become an expert on the series for the sake of attracting a guy whose actually got a girlfriend but she's not into the series and he just wanted someone to share his enthusiasm with..." Andy sighed in dismay as he finished with the donkey and then bent against Prince's shoulder. The horse bent his head, adopting a position as if expecting to be groomed or even just sleeping as Andy gently stroked at his long man and teased his fingers through the knots. Andy was looking curiously depressed on the matter and Stefan just gave a soft groan, only for Prince to pull his ears back and give him an anxious expression as if he might try and bite him. Andy just shook his head gently as he patted the stallion's shoulder with a groan. "My kind of luck I'm afraid."

"Seriously? We read it that wrong? Shit... fault's on me Andy, I really thought he was giving you a good vibe for three weeks... but maybe it was because of all the horror books you read." Stefan teased playfully about it all the same, but he really did feel bad. He'd been trying for a month now to try and get Andy into a good relationship and something of a social life, but so far it was failing. The only person that seemed to be around for Andy to go out and leave Prince to have some time to himself was Stefan and he gave a groan of frustration. "Never mind, anyone else caught your eye?"

"Well... not really... but what about you Steve? Are you allowed to have boyfriends again or are you just having the occasional one-night stand and keeping a girlfriend?" Andy questioned in fascination as he then urged Prince to go off back around the field, the bay stallion giving a snort and then trotting off. Andy of course was lying about his thoughts, since he'd come here he'd been utterly obsessed with Stefan... he wanted to be Stefan's boyfriend and well, he would do anything for Stefan but he knew theirs was just friendship. He'd accepted that after his first pathetic attempt to get Stefan's attention had led to him taking him out to a gay bar and then getting a lot of guys to come over and meet the lithe lurcher. Andy had no choice but to accept that this was the best friendship he could have but nothing more and well, he'd ended up going with someone else that had rather made the biggest impression that was hard to get over.

"Eh... I suppose being bi-sexual does give someone the impression I might not be faithful... I was with Regina for a year like they asked and sadly, I was seeing Wilbur on the side but he got fed up of it. I got the whole, its either me or your family speech and so I did the, whoever said this was something permanent and fucked that up." Stefan groaned in frustration, he was quite aware that a lot of people did tend to assume him to be an awful player, he had to admit that because he'd never found the right kind of partner and was busy dealing with his family's wishes... faithfulness was irritating. Stefan though gave a grunt; glad he could talk to Andy about anything and everything without any kind of judgement. "I get too arrogant when I think I've got it made and always stick my paw in my mouth."

"You do... but I'm sorry, Wilbur was great, I did kind of wonder why he moved to work with the racehorses in the end but there is always he option for a terrier to get a chance at jockey." Andy stated calmly, lying through his teeth over the thought of how it had been with Wilbur and Stefan. Wilbur had been flirtatious with everyone and then denied being like that, saying he liked to put others on their guard and then making a real fuss of not being gay and going after what girls he got a good sniff of. But with Stefan he'd been so awful at begging for sex that Andy had even walked in on them once as he'd been sharing his room with Wilbur. It had been at the worst time too, Andy had literally just walked out of the shower totally naked thinking everyone else was gone, only to find that Wilbur was stuck in a tie with Stefan and the sight of it had given Andy an instant erection and it had been incredibly awkward as he'd then run back into the shower. He'd listened in to the sounds of Wilbur whimpering over the hound dick lodged firmly in his ass and well, Andy had been quick to grab a plastic vial-shaped bottle of bath salts and then shoved it right into his own anus, pushing it in and out in what became almost a slippery mess as he'd listened to the sound and he'd ended up swelling so much in his own pleasure that his own bulb had started forming. But that had been then. "So you got rid of the spaniel?"

"Eh... I told her I was going celibate to keep my testosterone going for eventing... she actually believed that shit, so I've had to keep up with it. Good thing I do go riding or I'd never work it off." Stefan scoffed in frustration, throwing his body back to lounge along the stacks of straw near the fencing, only to freeze as he heard the sudden heavy snort of Prince. The big bay stallion cantered back over, moving proudly and arching his neck almost as if he were guarding Andy possessively, but Stefan just remained still, it was so easy to forget how anxious this stallion was. "But... I can always say I'm taking you to find a date at a bar and then we can go and I can hook you up with someone whilst I get a bit of tail...."

"I appreciate it, but I haven't ever really gotten over Trent... I guess you never really get over Alsatians... just wish he'd not gone up north without even thinking I might want to go with him. I really thought we had something... but I guess he just had to get as far away from his dad's farm as he could, especially when his dad was pushing him towards collies." Andy sighed in frustration as he then clambered over the fence and Prince trotted over to him. The bay animal's soft pink mouth nibbled and pinched at Andy's shoulder, reminding him of their trust and their affection for one another. Andy stroked the stallion's shoulder; he knew Prince could sense his upset at mentioning his previous boyfriend again. But even the stallion then brought his blazed head forward with a sot snort and a gentle nudge as if to tell Andy he was still too hooked on that matter and Andy gave a groan. "Don't give me that look, I'm not that pathetic."

"I never said you were pathetic... but you know, Trent is visiting his dad at the moment... I could easily get him to come up for a hack and well, you could join us and you could both have a moment..." Stefan stated calmly but Andy almost laughed to think his friend thought he was talking to him. As he stroked and patted gently at Prince's body, Andy turned as he realised what was being offered to him and he gave a sudden grimace of upset. Andy really wished he could see Trent again, that shepherd dog had been his first real boyfriend and they'd been together so long and so quickly, they'd even been thinking about getting engaged and running away from here to somewhere no one knew them and opening their own little farm. "I know how much you two were into one another..."

"I guess... but it would break my heart to know if he had another guy or worse... if I was just a rebellious stage against his dad." Andy stated gently in frustration, feeling a little anxious over the thought that he might go and meet Trent and see him with another guy that was not him. All Andy could think of as he recalled his time with Trent was the way he'd been shown so many interesting situations that two guys could get into, all the exciting sensations of touching and well... he'd learnt what docking was and still enjoyed the memories of that as well as their first experience. Damn it, he could still remember and felt so excited over the memory of their first time, when Trent had pushed him against the wall, lapped at his ear, pulled his pants down and then jerked him off until he'd been holding his bulb and then mused he could paint with the amount Andy sputtered in his grip. But as Andy leant his head against the horse, trying hard not to think of it anymore, Stefan muttered that he'd find that out for him, but it just hurt to think of it as he left and Andy waved over his shoulder. "Later Steve..."

The stallion lifted his head over Andy's shoulder, nibbling at him gently to make Andy chuckle in amusement, the horse always knew what was wrong with him and it made Andy turned to him with a soft smile. Tenderly he stroked the animal's big plush muzzle, feeling its pink lips nibble at his clothes and those big warm eyes stare into him as he tried to blink away a few tears as he thought over Trent. He remembered when Trent had held him one night in bed, lapped at his ears tenderly to make Andy wake up from the tickling sensation, kissed him and then told him he loved him and never wanted to be apart from him. It was a lovely memory until it was added with the bitterness of Trent having then been caught with him in Trent's bed in the end of a tie and Trent had leapt out of the window immediately and left Andy to get beaten until Trent's mother had rescued him and Andy had never seen Trent again.

"Oh Prince... it's alright... I know, both our best friends let us down, didn't they? They told us it would all be safe and then when the shit hit the fan... your jockey switches horses because you throw them once and mine just runs and leaves me to get beaten by his dad." Andy sighed as the stallion nipped at his long ears playfully and then nipped at his shirt and trousers in affection. Andy gave a chuckled of amusement at the friendly manner of the stallion as Andy then sighed and padded over to the bright red horse ball. He grabbed it, the stallion straightened up, his ears pricked and his nose straining forward in excitement as Andy chuckled and then threw him the ball as Prince gave a squeal of delight. "Eh... guys huh?"

Prince gave a snort and then hurried towards the ball, rushing towards it and then stepping back a bit as it seemed to roll towards him. He lifted a leg to push at it gently before then bashing his nose against it, making it move and then pushing it again. When Andy stepped after him, his tail wagging in delight to see Prince so calm and eager to play, the stallion turned about and then nudged the ball in Andy's direction. When Andy then picked it up and threw it across the field, Prince reared slightly, leaping after the ball and then rushing to go and kick at it before giving a squeal of utter delight. He then raced around it with a few kicks of utter delight out to the air, showing off how he had healed and was looking fantastic and Andy was glad, lost in the thought of looking after the stallion rather than his miserable lack of a love life.

After playing with the ball in the field with Prince, laughing at how dog-like the stallion could be when he was enjoying himself and prancing about like a colt, Andy gave a soft whistling sound and Prince came trotting over. Andy patted the stallion's neck as he came over, Prince then nibbling at his friend's shoulder gently before being led back to his stable where he would get a good rub down and have his feed and well, the practice. They stepped into the stall, separated from all others and a lonely, quite little cottage like and grand shady room that suited the athlete Prince had been but also suited a top stud. Andy brushed him down, staring awkwardly towards the weird fake mare that had been affixed in the room and was, well... awful.

Andy padded down to get the bucket of soiled bedding from the broodmare and padded calmly back towards Prince's stall. He had been seemingly undisturbed on his mission until someone spotted him and a stone was thrown right at his back, making him yelp in shock. Andy turned about, looking to see Stefan's older brother Patrick and his gang of asshole rich boy friends who just loved to take the piss out of Andy. After they had learnt about Andy's situation with the shepherd dog, he had become the easiest target for their homophobic attacks and Andy had no help to hide from them and when he was hit by another rock right in the back of the leg, he tripped, only to suddenly find himself tipping the soiled bedding on himself and then Patrick whispered to one of his friends and the big mastiff came rushing over and Andy gave a shriek of terror!

Normally Andy was faster than them, but on this occasion he was grabbed by the ankle before he could escape the mastiff and yanked back, his tail gripped so tightly he was whimpering and whining in agony. Patrick was giggling over it and then looked to the soiled bedding scattered around and gave his friend instructions to stuff it down Andy's pants. Andy gave a yelp, bleating that this was disgusting, but the mastiff did as he was told as his 'boss' insisted that maybe it would encourage Andy to fuck a female for once! But the sound of some of the other staff heading their way irked Patrick to call his friend back and Andy was left alone. Andy did not think to grab the soiled bedding, he just ran with tears in his eyes back towards Prince's stall where he had total safety as no one went near Prince.

Andy reached Prince's stable and immediately he closed the doors behind him and then stepped into a dark corner where the tack was hanging and curled up into himself. He began to sob heavily for a moment, petrified and knowing that the reason Patrick was attacking him was because Trent had been his best friend since childhood and Andy had proven that his best friend was gay and Patrick hated homosexuals. Even Stefan had warned Andy about how dangerous his elder brother was and as Patrick had been the jockey to have worked with Prince, Andy being around Prince and soothing the stallion's upset just made him even more troublesome. But as Andy wiped his tears aside, he pulled his clothes off and then gave a grimace... his hips and tail were soaked in the stench of the soiled bedding and his trousers had collected up some of the straw, so he thought he might as well get on with his job.

With spare clothes hidden in Prince's stall because he'd been soaked regularly cleaning the place and because of Patrick's bullying, not something a twenty-year-old should really be doing, Andy was calm marching naked across the stall in front of the calm stallion that watched him in fascination. Then, rather curiously, the stallion's lips were smacking in fascination as he watched Andy put something tantalisingly smelly towards a strange object. However, though Andy knew the stallion was approaching and he hoped was going to sniff the object, Andy dropped his clothes and then bent to pick them up. As he bent down, his tail up, Andy thought nothing of the situation until suddenly he felt hot breath roll over his backside and he had to freeze, knowing that the stallion was right behind him and sniffing him!

"Prince..." Andy was anxious, his words weakened and there was nothing he could do to encourage the stallion to back away. Andy remained frozen, quaking gently in anxiety as the sniffing motion, the warm breath and the soft lips suddenly pecking at his backside being so pleasant. Andy did not know what to do, he was excited by the sniffing and he was sure that it was important for the stallion, after-all it would mean he was reacting to the smell of the mare in heat upon his body and well, wasn't it a good thing? Upset from what had happened and about the conversations with Stefan earlier, Andy was just feeling a slight need for attention and with a gulp, he bent his arms back and pulled his ass cheeks apart, straining down onto his chest and waiting for something to happen, assuming nothing much would happen. But as he did so, the stallion's large thick tongue suddenly slipped out and gently began to graze his tailhole as Andy gave a sudden violent shudder, his dick suddenly sliding out past his sheath. "...Prince..."

The stallion gave a soft snort, its hot breath brushing against Andy's backside and making him tremble as he strained his tail to the side and the stallion's tongue was soon slapping wetly against his cheeks, slipping between them and stroking the hole. The animal gave a soft snort, fascinated by the taste and smelling the scent of a mare in heat but also his friend and the stallion was slightly confused but away that the tail was out of the way and the dog was presenting. Andy gave a moan of delight, straining forward as he felt the tongue stroking across his hole, rolling against it and making it pucker and strain outward as Andy moaned softly, putting a hand back to his own cock and thinking to maybe rub one out as the stallion just continued to sniff and lick and Andy continued to moan in delight.

But then something even odder happened, Andy's paw barely reached his cock before he felt the stallion's lips nibbling at his shoulder and as Andy tried to pull himself up, the stallion suddenly reared. Andy pushed against the wall of the stall, terrified but the strange object in the room was soon what the stallion was leaning his weight onto though his teeth nipped hold of Andy's shirt and gripped him tightly. Andy was stuck in place, he could not escape as the stallion held him tight and then Andy's eyes widened in utter shock as he felt something thick, hot and surprisingly mobile straining against his backside. Andy's eyes widened in horror, he knew what that must be, there was no way it could not be the stallion's penis pushing at him and Andy was scared... he couldn't fit that!

"No... Prince... not me..." Andy stated, but he wondered if instead the stallion might just use him and might just remove the desperate longing that Andy was feeling within himself. He had been so alone for so long... he had been so very desperate to feel a large cock inside himself and though the horse could not do what a dog could, it was a massive phallus and Andy was... curious. No one would interrupt them here and if it was all because he was smelling the mare's heat and if Andy was going to have to help get a sample from this stud later anyway... why not let them get to know each other? Andy was afraid though; it was crossing a serious line and yet... yet he was just so desperate and it would only happen this once surely. As the stallion's form tried to push and find the hole, Andy grasped his backside and stretched his cheeks apart and the big pink and black dick pressed right up to the ring.

Andy breathed out, relaxing his body and tried to prepare himself as suddenly, the rounded head that prodded between his cheeks, suddenly pressed to the hole. It seemed to recognise his warmth and then pushed straight inside as Andy gave a soundless scream, air squeezing out of his body as if to make room for the cock. There was such resistance, it was hard to get in but it managed it though Andy's eyes were swollen with horror, his mouth dropped open and his tongue hanging, hardly able to breathe for how much was going in, how he felt trapped and how he was being impaled on this cock! Andy gave a sharp gurgling gasp, the stretch so much he could just imagine his bowls shredding in half like fabric being ripped... his body was trembling, quaking and unsure what to do. Andy did not know what to do, he was indeed stuck and then suddenly Prince was starting to thrust. However, though with a mare the stallion's cock would be slipping back and forth, Andy was so small in comparison and his passage so tight that Andy himself was being pulled about back and forth.

His ring was like a vice about the stallion's form, stimulating the stallion to keep reacting whilst Andy found himself in a very unusual kind of sexual situation. As he was being shaken, the cock wiggling within him and not slipping out at all because it as so tight, Andy was drooling and his eyes were rolling as he struggled to breathe and just tried to brace himself against the wall of the barn. He had certainly not expected any of this, but where his body had just been in agony before for the size difference, instead Andy's body was under the impression that it must be locked in a tie and so his body started to pinch and pulse around the dick more eagerly, the motions starting to hit his prostate and Andy's own phallus starting to shift up out of his sheath as he gave a sudden groan of seeming delight.

Sadly, the situation was not very long... stallions did not tend to sit on a mare too long and since Prince had not attempted a breeding before, he was inexperienced and quick to reach his climax. With a sudden shrieking neigh of delight, his lips curling and the bay stallion's head straining up, the stallion reached his orgasm and Andy gave a gag and suddenly vomited on the floor. The sudden ejaculation of the stallion into his tight passage was like being punched in the gut and to Andy's great shock, it was enough to make his cock fall out of his sheath and hang, fully erect and excited as Andy moaned with a sudden orgasm from behind. The thick cum lubricated his passage just enough for the stallion's dick to ease out as the stallion stepped back and the sudden release of pressure and rubbing against his prostate drew that pleasure from Andy. Prince pulled back, his cock slipping back in slightly though the glistening head still flopped out a little, dripping its milk as Prince then snuffled eagerly at Andy's body.

Andy though just dropped his tail, tucking it under his legs to try and cover the blood and the semen spilling out of his now gaping backside and then the dog dropped his hands to his cock... before he fainted from the sensation of someone having dislodged his pelvis, he was going to at least deal with his erection. The stallion watched nonchalantly, ignorant to the difference between them and when Andy finished himself with a soft gasp before fainting into the nearest path of hay, Prince snuffed about Andy's body before lapping at his stomach, nibbling at his fur in affection, before turning back to his water bucket to drink. Andy was left dazed, confused and a little concerned that he was going to have to go to the hospital about this!