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They came for me at midnight, unexpectedly.

I woke, startled, with a hand pressed to my mouth to keep me from crying out. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and stared in confusion at the three shadowed figures surrounding my bed, too surprised to resist. One stood before me, another to the right, and the third at the foot. Their forms loomed tall as they looked down at me in silence. My eyes flickered anxiously between them, and with my heart pounding in my chest, I took a sharp breath...and then relaxed. The darkness could hide their faces, but not their scents.

Lothar, Ivan, and Nils. My brothers.

One of them giggled. "Grab the blanket." Someone tugged, and my bed cover slid off my naked form. I heard a gasp and another giggle, and I knew why. I'd slept nude ever since puberty; clothing made my inevitable night-time arousals tight and uncomfortable. One of those lay along my belly now: not erect, but certainly not flaccid. The mark of our species. Any horse could be proud of their cock -- but I had even more reason than most.

Hands grabbed a hoof, and I opened my mouth to exclaim -- only to have a finger slip inside it. I looked up into the chiaroscuro face above me, eyes obscured but mouth smirking visibly. The figure raised a finger to his lips. Quiet now. I nodded almost imperceptibly, and the finger in my mouth pushed deeper, stroking the surface of my tongue. I licked it back, and then suckled. It tasted like hard work: of dirt, and tractor oil, and sweat. A farm stallion's taste. I sucked it clean and hoped it pleased him. It did: I saw his smirk grow, now showing off his perfect teeth, before another hand came down and tugged a blindfold over my eyes.

"Take his other leg," the face above me said. That gruff voice was unmistakable; this one was Lothar, then. The eldest of us by a decade, and shockingly close to our father in age. Dad had learned to wrap his todger up after that little surprise...for a while, at least. Before he just stopped giving a fuck and let his wild oats do what they willed. I imagine he was more than somewhat flustered when they willed him three more colts.

We're a very fertile family.

Another hand grabbed me as commanded -- but not on my leg. It grasped my cock, squeezing the softness and stroking up and down the shaft and making me groan. "Little brother is hung," the voice said, and I pegged that one as well: Nils. Pretty Nils, we called him. With his soft voice and even softer skin, he could work eight hours in the fields alongside the rest of us and still look like he'd stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine one hour later. Whenever I peered into his bathroom, all I saw was bottles of expensive product. We mocked him for that, but they worked. The hand on my cock was like silk; I clenched myself and made it swell for him. He giggled gently as he felt me react, and his sweet hand worked down to my sheath and balls, stroking, cupping, squeezing. I moaned and suckled happily on Lothar's finger.

"His other other leg, Nils," Lothar said, and Nils chuckled softly.

"My bad." The hand did take my other hoof then, tugging it to one side to make my legs spread akimbo upon the bed. "Mmmmh...look at him." There was a sucking sound, and then two warm, wet fingers pressed against my taint and slid down, down towards the virgin hole that flexed eagerly beneath my tail. I began to shiver, the excitement rising faster than I could control it. The fingers spread apart, and slowed, and made a 'v' as they slid to either side of the tight muscles of my ring...before they pulled away.

My cry of dismay received only laughter in response.

"Little brother's big need," Ivan joked as Lothar pulled his finger from my mouth and stuck his hands under my arms. Our eldest brother was fantastically strong, and with the other two each supporting a leg, he barely grunted as he lifted me into the air. I hung between the four of them like a captured thing, or a willing prisoner. My thickened cock slipped down between my legs, and each step they took made it bounce up and down like a fresh, fat sausage, its weight tugging delightfully against my sheath for all the world to see.

"Did you forget to jerk off last night, Timur?" Nils asked me teasingly as the three of them manoeuvred me down the stairs. His hands couldn't move from my leg, but I felt a sudden wetness against my belly. He'd leaned down to lick me, and smacked his lips dramatically after. "Salty and sweet," he declared, "but I don't taste cum." He tutted. "You shouldn't let those balls get so full, little brother. The aching will drive you mad. Empty them often. Every day, at least. All over yourself." He giggled. "Or into me."

"Mmh," Lothar said thoughtfully. "I think little brother would like that. See how hard he's become." That made Nils laugh and squeeze my leg where he held it.

"He is the last one, Lothar," he said flippantly. "Do you think he has no ears? Your bedroom is not so far from his...and I am very loud." He gave a very satisfied sigh. "He knows, I am sure."

Ivan chuckled on the other side of me. "The walls may as well be paper," he agreed. He began to make sexual noises, moans and squeals and growls, and Nils joined in with his beautiful alto.

"Oh...my brother..." He was even sexier when he spoke so breathily. "Yes...take me, brother, take me like a mare...oh yes...cover me, fill me, fuck me..." My cock jerked at the lusty words, and with my vision cut off, my mind and my other senses ran rampant. Their smells were so strong; not one of them had washed yet today. Lothar's scent was of the tractor he'd fixed, and the hay he'd baled. I imagined his big arms carrying me to the barn, and laying me on the fresh hay, and kissing me as his hands rubbed across me. I dreamed of Nils joining us, giggling softly in my ear and rubbing his silky body against mine. Of Ivan urging him on, stroking his thick cock as I knew he liked to do. Of Lothar taking my other brother -- forcefully, like a stallion -- and showing me how he made him produce the sounds that I had had to strain to hear, half-muffled, through the walls of my bedroom.

For Nils was not wrong: I had heard them. Ivan had turned twenty the year before and had moved out of the room we had shared for so many years. And then it had just been me: waiting for the day that I, too, came of age. Perhaps they had thought I did not know, but I had eyes, and ears, and a cock. I saw the looks they exchanged out in the fields, and the hands that grasped and fondled when they thought I was not looking. I heard the whispered words and throaty chuckles. And I learned that if I lay abed in silence as if asleep, and was patient, I could hear them at their fun. I made it a competition: to reach my climax at the same time as they did. If I succeeded, my reward was to be able to cry out -- but not too loudly -- as if I was there in the room with them. A part of their lovemaking.

I had lusted for it as I lusted for all of them, ever since my mind knew what it liked. Their powerful bodies, their heady musk. To feel their hard muscles, fresh with sweat from a day of labour; to taste their stallion cocks. When my twentieth birthday came and went without so much as a fondle, I'd feared I would not be allowed. That they had resolved not to induct me. But with the peals of my birthday bells still echoing, they had come to me in the night...and soon I would no longer be an outsider to the secrets my family shared only between themselves.

They used my hoof to push open the front door, and then we were outside. The cold was not too bad yet at this time of year, but I grunted at its touch against my nude body. Where were they taking me? The soft sounds of hoofsteps on grass became the crunch of dirt and pebbles; we were moving towards the barn. I wondered why. We had the house to ourselves; why not simply do whatever they wished to do in there? I was wondering still when we stopped, and Ivan took one hand off me and rapped against a wooden door. It creaked open, and light filtered in around the edges of the blindfold, and we stepped inside.

My three brothers carried me a little way in, and then set me down in a chair that complained under my weight. I heard them step away and leave me in my little world of darkness, and I turned my head this way and that. Listening and sniffing. There was whispering off to the side, the words too soft for me to catch. My brothers' scent was still there, under the stronger scents of the barn...but there was another with them. I opened my nostrils and snorted in, hard. A different stallion, with a bolder scent that spoke of maturity and confidence. A stallion that made my heart thud like a hammer against my chest. I loved my brothers, but we were all still young -- even Lothar. Our youth made us brash and horny and beautiful...but age brought its own knowledge, and only a fool dismissed the experience and talent of an older male.

"Why did you undress him?" a deep voice asked.

"That's how he sleeps," I heard Nils say. There was a chuckle. "Or he knew...and he wanted to show off for you."

The blindfold was pulled from my eyes, and I looked up at my father.

He wore a bizarre outfit that looked like it had been found in an abandoned cathedral. Endless folds of richly textured cloth hung from his arms, and his legs were encased in baggy material made to resemble cloth-of-gold. A firm collar surrounded his neck and gave him an austere look, and a hempen rope around his waist made do as a belt. The apparel was almost mythological, deeply ceremonial...and very confusing. I ignored it and stared into his face. His body was covered with strangeness, but his eyes were familiar. Grey, and gentle, and filled with love. I blushed at their intensity, but didn't break the look. Dad was everything to us. He had raised us, taught us, given us livelihoods. He was, by far, the most important thing in my life -- and I felt my heart surge with joy that he would be a part of what would come to pass tonight. The thick clothing obscured the details of his body, but I could guess at what lay below, and it made my cock throb.

He raised his arms, the clothing hanging from it like wings, and my brothers fell silent. They stood in a line some ways behind Dad, relaxing against the wall of the barn. Dad stood still for a moment, and then began to speak. "Brothers. Sons." He paused. "Lovers." Lothar had certainly gotten his voice from our father: resonant and deep, a bassy rumble I could practically feel through my hooves. "Timur sits before us today to be offered a choice. It is a choice we have all made. A choice that changes everything..."

As Dad continued to intone, I saw motion out of the corner of my eye. Ivan had pressed a hand to his mouth abruptly to contain some sort of amusement; his eyes crinkled in amusement, and his shoulders twitched with contained glee. When Nils looked over at him curiously, my older brother leaned across and whispered something to him, glancing towards Dad as he spoke. Nils' mouth dropped open and his head snapped to look, and then he broke into a giggle. He pressed his hands to his mouth as best he could, but his outburst made Ivan laugh harder in turn, and the barely muffled sound of their mirth filled the barn.

Dad kept speaking at first. "...without fear or judgement..." Nils was bent over now, heaving and snorting air through his fingers in a vain attempt to control himself. Ivan's face was red, and tears ran down his face. Lothar was looking at both of them with confusion. "...love and tradition..." Nils tried to cough the laughter away, but only ended up snorting like a bull, which made Ivan cry even harder.

"...to show him the--for fuck's sake, colts, what is so funny!?"

Dad whirled about to look in frustration at his two half-collapsed sons, his voice bellowing in exasperation. The yell was the sign for them to stop trying to contain themselves, and both of them began to laugh themselves sick as the rest of us stared on in bemusement. Eventually Ivan stood back up, giggling and wiping tears from his eyes. "Your...your outfit, Dad," he said with a huge grin. "It...it makes you..." He clenched his jaw, clearly trying not to break down again. "It makes...you look like a...a budget MC Hammer." The last words squeezed out like a rat's fart, barely audible but enough to make Nils collapse to the ground in further paroxysms of silent laughter, arms clenched around himself at the hilarity.

Even Lothar gave a snort, and I saw him raise a hand to hide the smirk on his face while our father looked down at himself. "Well, shit," Dad growled, picking at his pants despondently. "I asked for the fanciest thing they had..." I couldn't help but feel a little bad for him, but I didn't care what he wore. In fact, I strongly preferred that he wear nothing at all.

"Well, I like it, Dad," I told him, and the smile that filled his face at my words was worth all the gold in the world. But then he looked over at Nils and harrumphed as the young horse -- composure finally recovered -- took a few deep breaths and pointed at our father's ridiculous costume.

"Why did you even do all this, Dad?" he asked. "The speech, the clothes...we didn't do that for Ivan." My attractive brother giggled. "We just fucked."

"Oh, I'm sorry for wanting to make this a little special, Nils!" Dad shot back. He looked back at me apologetically. "It's the last time it's going to happen, after all. And it's a big moment. And...uh..." He fumbled for words, but Lothar filled in.

"...and Timur is Dad's favourite," my big brother finished, a giant smirk on his face.

Dad's instant flush all but confirmed the statement, and even as he grumbled, "I don't have favourites, I love you all equally," Lothar was walking forward to slide a hand around his shoulders. I stared in delight as he patted my father's chest and smiled at me.

"Come on, Dad," Lothar said reasonably. "Of course he is. Look at him." Dad looked straight at me, and I felt a warm thrill at the look of love on his face...mixed with no small amount of lust. "He's beautiful. Isn't he?" One hand gestured to my form, from head to hoof. "Those cheekbones. That firm body." Lothar licked his lips. "That big horsecock." He leaned over to speak directly into Dad's ear. "Look at what a hung stud you made," he husked, his breath stirring the hairs of Dad's mane, and Dad took in a sharp breath.

My father's eyes were looking at my dick now, and I flexed it to excite him. I'd been rock hard ever since the others had put me in the chair, and the upright mass of my dick stiffened even further as I tugged on the muscles. Anticipation made my body quiver, and sweat was running down my sides. I wanted this part to be over. I wanted the next part. I wanted all of them.

Lothar sauntered over to stand behind me and massage my shoulders. I bent my head back to look up at him."Dad really wanted this to be special, Timur," he mused, running his tongue along his lips. "Before those children ruined it." He snorted dismissively at Ivan and Nils, who grinned back and gave him the finger. "But...it still can be." He looked down at me, one eyebrow raised, and I nodded and looked back at my father with a smile.

"Go on, Dad," I said. "Forget them. You look amazing. Finish what you wanted to say." I would say yes to whatever he said; of course I would. They could all see it. But it really touched me that Dad had made an extra effort for me. It made me warm inside...and there'd still be plenty of time after for whatever came next.

Lothar chuckled and walked back over to stand next to Dad. "A bit simpler this time, perhaps, Dmitri?" he said with a smirk.

"I put so much time into that speech," Dad grumbled again, but he stepped closer anyway and looked down at me with his soft, wonderful eyes. "Timur," he said. "Son. There's something we do, as a family. Well..." He looked at my hard, dripping cock and chuckled. "I think you figured it out." He patted Lothar's arm, and my tall brother smiled genially at him. "When Lothar turned twenty, we...became lovers. Unexpectedly, but wonderfully. And years later, when Nils turned twenty, we told him about us. So that he wouldn't be surprised if he saw us together, you see. I didn't want to hide what we had from him. But...heh." He looked back at the son in question, who winked and blew a kiss at him. "He was fine with it. More than fine: he wanted to join in!" My father shook his head in disbelief. "What a night that was. And so, when Ivan hit twenty, we told him, too...and I should have expected it by then." He raised a hand towards Ivan, who grinned and grabbed his bulging crotch.

"Like father, like sons," my brother said with a grin.

Dad patted Lothar's hand and turned back to me. "They all made a choice, Timur. And now it's your turn." He raised his eyebrows. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Choose?" Nils asked, walking closer. "I could hear him jerking off when Lothar fucked me. He thought he was being quiet." He looked at me with undisguised lust. "Little brother wants this. Trust me. Daddy's incestuous genes run strong." He grinned. "He's never been this horny in his life, I bet."

"Yes," I said.

"Doesn't take a genius to figure that out," Lothar pointed out, gesturing at my hard cock and shallow breathing. "He looks like he'll cum if you so much as touch him..."

"Hey, now, boys," my father said. "Don't force him. It's still a choice, and_--_"

"Yes!" I yelled, silencing them all. Four sets of horny eyes met mine. "Yes, yes, fucking yes." I looked at each of them in turn. "I want all of you. Please." I gripped the arm rests in need. "Don't make me wait any longer," I begged. "Show me."

Lothar chuckled, Nils smirked, and Dad smiled at me with love. "Well, then," my sire said, spreading his hands. "That leaves only one thing to decide." Ivan stepped closer, joining the others, and Dad stared at me. "Which one of us," he said with a huff, "teaches you how to fuck?"

My handsome relatives all stepped closer to me as one, forming a half-circle in front of me...and then undressed. As clothing slithered to the ground or was tossed aside, I moaned. Their gorgeous bodies were revealed; their erect nakedness exposed to the cool air and my greedy eyes. Dad's genes had come through for us all in the penis department: four hard horsecocks stared back at me, hard and dripping. None as large as mine, though. Heavy balls swung below them all, and muscles flexed next to smooth, firm flesh. Hard farm work had crafted them all into statuesque beauties, but they still differed in subtle and wonderful ways. I gorged on the show as they each began to speak.

Ivan went first, stepping forward and smiling at me. His pale cream body and chestnut mane was a stunning combination. "Choose me, brother," he said. His hand stroked languidly along his pale cock. "I taught you how to jerk off...do you remember?"

"Fuck, yes," I breathed. As if I could ever forget. I reached out and grasped the end of his dick, squeezing the spongy flesh -- slippery with his pre-cum -- and feeling the wonderful heat of it. "I used to rub against the pillows in bed when I was alone, or when I thought you were asleep. Just because it felt good -- but then one day it felt different, and when I came..." I laughed at the memory. "I thought something was wrong with me, and I woke you up in a panic."

Ivan smiled down at me as I massaged his cock. "Yeah. You looked so worried, but I just laughed, and you didn't know what was going on." He sighed as my hand squeezed harder. "I helped you clean up the mess -- and then taught you how to do it properly."

We'd lain together, side by side, and he'd shown me how to grip my dick, and how to stroke it. How the flare was the most sensitive part, and how to have something handy to catch the cum so I didn't make another mess. His dick had been bigger than mine back then, and I'd stared at it in wonder as he grunted and squeezed the base, making it get even fatter, the veins standing proud against his hot-pink cockflesh. I'd emulated him, and as my second teenage orgasm ever began to build, I'd quickly grabbed a loose shirt to catch it -- but Ivan hadn't. He'd moaned, and arced his body up into the air, squeezing his balls as he panted...and then his flare had swollen, and he'd emptied his load all over himself in a few massive spurts. The first shot had hit him in the face, making him splutter, but the others had landed on his chest, the hot liquid splattering into his chest hair and oozing around the hard nubs of his nipples. I'd stared in awe as he sighed in deep satisfaction and flopped back against the bed. I'd wanted to lean over and smell it -- and taste it. I'd wanted to lick my handsome brother clean of his cum.

I still wanted to.

I looked up at him. "I jerked off to that memory for years," I told him.

"I bet you did," he said with a smirk. "Choose me, and I'll teach you the rest..."

He stepped back, and I let his cock pull free of my hand. When Nils stepped up in turn, I gave him a smile. "Pretty Nils," I said, and he nodded his head slightly in acknowledgement. His blue eyes were intense in his coal-black face, and his body shimmered in the light, making the dark hair that covered him look deep blue.

"Sexy brother," he replied. Then he dropped to his haunches, right before my cock, and ran a finger around the flare, circling the urethra. "Such a big cock for the youngest son," he murmured. "Daddy's final squirt made a true stallion, didn't it?" My cock had become brutally hard the moment they'd all undressed: it stuck out into the air like a metal spar. He placed a hand under it to lift it up a little more and lapped at the end of it with a hot, eager tongue. I gasped and jerked in my seat, making him giggle. It felt fucking amazing. I'd experimented with sucking my own dick -- which horse hadn't?-- but it had never felt like this. "You don't want to waste this, Timur," he said sensually. "Not on these jocks, anyway," he added. A lazily waved hand dismissed the three males behind him. "You want an experienced hole. One that knows exactly how to pleasure a stallion with your...talents." He licked my cock once more, then shuffled around to show me his rear, pulling his tail up with one hand. Beneath it, a soot-black ring of muscle winked at me like a pair of lips miming a kiss, beckoning me closer. Inviting me inside to feel the wonder of my beautiful brother's body.

A rush of need exploded inside me, and my cock jerked up and spat a string of pre-cum that curved through the air to land on my shoulder. They all laughed at that, and Nils looked back over his shoulder at me with the smouldering look he did so well. I used to watch him practising it in the bathroom mirror sometimes, while brushing my teeth. I would imagine him making it at me, and what I'd do to him if he did. "Your body agrees, brother," Nils observed. "Let me teach you how to fuck a stallion, Timur. How to make him moan, and squirm, and scream when he cums inside you..." He licked his lips, and giggled. "Inside me."

He was a real fucking flirt -- but he was fucking good at it. I wanted to charge to my feet, to push him down and shove my dick into him there and then and fuck him like a mad thing until I did exactly what he'd just described...but he got to his feet, and took a step back, and made room for Lothar.

My oldest brother was enormous. He was brown all over, same as Dad, with a deep russet mane that he kept short and stiff, military style. I might have a bigger dick than any of my family, but Lothar was simply bigger. We all did the same sorts of work on the farm, but it had more of an effect on him than any of the rest of us. Even with his arms hanging casually at his sides, his biceps bulged like melons -- and when he raised his hands to crack his knuckles, they swelled even more. He could probably grab my neck with a single hand and lift me from the ground. And his thighs were so big, I wondered how he found any pants that fit him. That was a pair of legs you wanted wrapped around your head, suffocating you as he pushed his cock down your throat. I shivered at the thought.

Almost middle-aged himself, Lothar had lost the muscled belly that Nils, Ivan and I still had, but I found the thick muscle-gut that had replaced it even more attractive. He wasn't a pretty-boy to hang off someone's arm. He was a stud. A big, horny, experienced, hard-working farm stallion. He worked hard, ate with gusto...and probably fucked like he had a freight train between his legs. Which he did. His dark, fat dick was pretty close to mine: not as long, sure, but about as thick. He was fucking vascular, though, and that made me jealous. I had the smooth skin of a youngster, but his arms, legs and dick were patterned by the snake-like arteries under his skin. A thick one ran right down the top of his shaft, too, and I could see it pulsing with the beat of his powerful heart. I wanted to feel that beat.

So, I did.

My hand stroked along the top of his prick. It was too heavy to stick out straight as my other brothers' dicks did; it curved down after an inch or two like a waterfall of cock, making the engorged flare bob in the air whenever he moved. He was oozing so much. Dad used to yell at us if we left a tap dripping less than my brother's cock was doing now. I wondered if that was a sign of what his heavy balls were capable of. I hoped so.

He spoke as I stroked him. "There's no substitute for experience, Timur," he rumbled. I quivered at his voice; it was so in control. "I've been fucking almost as long as you've been alive. I know all the tricks. I know what a sexy virgin stallion needs -- and how to give it to him." He made his cock flex beneath my hand, and I curled my fingers around it to feel it swell, to feel the blood rushing through the flesh. "I can teach you more in one fuck than these two twinks could teach you in a month. I'll show you what I do to make Nils scream my name." He wrapped his big hand around mine and moved both of us along his dick. The heat of him was making my hand sweat. "And make you scream mine." He dropped his voice even more for that line; each vowel was like an iceberg breaking off. Fuck. He was pure sex.

And he was not even the last.

I had to force myself to unwrap my fingers from his dick when he stepped back, and lifted them to my nose to smell as I looked up into the face of the final contender for my virginity. Dad's eyes were big and grey, and more full of love than I'd ever seen them. Time and hard work had weathered his rough form, but I had never seen a more handsome face. His nose had a cleft in it that invited a finger to rub along it, and he had a habit of twitching his ears while he spoke that made it seem like he was tuning into a distant radio signal. His dick was two-tone: ashen grey up to the medial, and then pink below that. It was very attractive. I stared at it as he spoke.

"Son," he said in a voice thick with emotion. "My Timur. Oh, my colt, I'm so pleased to have you here. I'm so happy you want to be a part of this." He reached out a hand to stroke my face, his rough thumb sliding down the curve of my jawline, and chuckled. "Well...colt no longer, hm? What a magnificent stallion you've grown into, son. I love you so much." He turned a little to face his other sons. "We can all teach you so much, son. Any of us can make you happy. They'll always be your brothers, Timur. But...only brothers." He turned back to me, and I looked up at him. His eyes were flint now, and he pressed a hand to his chest hair and stroked it, catching a nipple with his thumb as it slid past and biting his lip when he did. Only he and Lothar had hair on their chests; I hoped I would grow some of my own as I matured. It was fucking sexy.

"I'm your father, son," he said, and there was the source of Lothar's masculine growl of a voice. But if my big brother's words had been the ice calving off, Dad's were the sheet itself: a vast mass, splintering with sharp, deep noises. "I'm your daddy," he repeated, "and I made you." His hand dropped from his chest to his dick. "With this." He shook his dick at me, and my eyes followed the hypnotic motion of his thick shaft as pre-cum droplets flew in all directions. "My dick should be the first one to be inside you, son. My little colts should be the first to leak out of you. I can show you how I made you, Timur -- and all your brothers. There's only one daddy dick, son -- and it wants to fuck your sweet, sexy hole."

He stepped back, and I blinked to clear the trance-like effect of his words. Nils was stroking his cock, looking at our father with hungry eyes. Lothar was gazing at me, and Ivan was looking at Nils with a smirk. "Time to choose, son," my father said, and looked across at the wall of perfect stallion flesh standing next to him. "Which of us is going to make you a stallion tonight?"

I felt paralysed by choice. As each of them had spoken, I'd changed my mind about who I wanted...but I didn't want to have to choose at all. I wanted all of them. My eyes flicked between them in turn, and my agony must have been painted on my face because when next I met my father's eyes, he smiled, looked askance at my brothers, and winked at me as he gave a small nod. They'll get their turn. The knot unravelled inside me, and I had my answer.

I stood and stepped towards my father. As my brothers variously wolf-whistled and laughed, I pulled my father towards me and kissed him. His mouth opened for me as if it had been waiting for me all its life, and I closed my eyes to savour the grassy taste and warm, wet feeling of him. Our tongues danced about for a while, and only when I felt his hand grab my dick did I break it off, looking up into his beautiful face. He was breathing heavily, pupils darting all over my face, and his hand stroked my shaft. "Good colt, Timur," he whispered, and I licked the cleft in his nose as my hands grabbed what hung between his legs.

"I want them to watch, Dad," I told him, and he grinned back at me as Lothar whinnied next to us.

"Of course, son," Dad assured me, and shot my brothers a sly look. "They might even learn a thing or two." As my brothers snorted dismissively, Dad snapped his fingers at them. "Go fetch Mary, boys."

"Mary" turned out to be a false mare, pulled out of one of the storage rooms and placed in the centre of the barn. Dad took my hand and led me over to it, and as I faced myself towards it, he slipped his hands around my waist and tucked his head into the crook of my neck. I could feel his cock pushing between my thighs as he murmured into my ear.

"A memento," he said, and lifted a piece of his rope belt in front of me. I brought a hand closer, and he helped me tie it around my wrist. "For tonight." He sighed and leaned into me. "I love you, Timur." He kissed my neck gently. "You're so handsome. You're going to break a lot of hearts." One of his hands slid down to grab my cock, and I felt the hot snort of lust against my skin. "Such a big stallion, Timur," he marvelled. "You'll need to be careful with your brothers. They'll need time to adjust to this monster."

I leaned my head back a little, rubbing my mane against my father's head. "And what about you, Dad?" I asked. "Do you need training for your son's fat cock?"

He chuckled gently. "I've had bigger than even you, Timur." He squeezed my dick and made it pulse, and pulled himself closer to me. "You can ram this hot stallion prick into your Dad as hard as you like, son. He'll take it -- and love you for it."

"Let's do it now, Dad," I begged. "Right now. Let me mount you and fuck you. I want to unload in you, Dad, I want it so fucking much..." I turned my head and stuck my tongue out, licking along the side of his face. He tasted sweaty. Delicious. But his hand merely lifted my cock and pressed my flare against the entrance to the false mare.

"In time," he promised. "You need to know what you're doing first." He rubbed my flare against the false mare's entrance. "Any stallion's cock is a challenge for someone to take, son. Even another stallion. We have to be understanding." My pre-cum smeared across the hole in the false mare. "Use what your body gives you to get them wet. Use fingers, too." I felt his other hand slip down between us as he pulled back a little, and his own flare rubbed against my tailhole. I flexed my muscle against it, as I'd seen Nils do with his. "You want your lover to be ready for you, so that you can enter them as easily as possible." He pressed his body against mine, pushing me forward a little. "Foreplay is never wasted effort. When they're nice and loose...you can press in." I nodded, pushing forward to make my flare slide into the false mare, and nickering loudly at the feeling of it surrounding my flesh and pushing back against it.

And nickering again -- much louder -- as my father's fingers penetrated me at the same time.

I heard a low chuckle. "Little brother likes ass play," Ivan said. I'd forgotten the three of them were there, so caught up had I been in the moment. I looked at him now as he jerked off his cock, the pink colour deepened near to crimson by the height of his arousal. He smiled at me and slapped his swollen flare against a palm. "You want this, brother? I'll fuck you so slow, you'll forget there was a time before my cock was in you." He thrust his hips at me sensually. "Hours of horsefucking, little brother. That's what's waiting for you after Daddy's painted you white inside."

I moaned at him, and my hole quivered. Dad's fingers pressed deeper when he felt that, and I gasped and clenched around them as my hips thrust, pushing another few inches of my cock into the false mare. "Mary is nothing like the real thing, son," my father whispered to me as his thick, rough fingers teased the sensitive parts inside me. "But it'll still make you cum. And when you've pumped a load inside her...that's the last time you'll ever cum in a hole that's not one of ours."

"Oh, fuck!" I gasped, as his fingers withdrew and his flare took their place. It felt fucking enormous against my sensitised flesh -- but I wanted it. "I want your dick in me, Dad," I begged, his hand grabbing my tail roughly and pulling up on it. "Be my first," I moaned, and his free hand slid around my side to grasp the contours of my muscle.

"Together," he growled, and as I pressed deeper into the false mare's embrace, my father's cock sank into me.

I screamed, and my fingers dug into the faded cloth covering the false mare. My dick pulsed with the pleasure of insertion...but my ass was fire. Dad was enormous. How had I misjudged it that much? He must be twice as big as me -- or so he felt. I grimaced and clung to Mary, but he had already paused, his face tucked in next to mine, whispering to me. "Relax, son," he said, and I tried. "Control your body," and I did. "Feel it." I could sure as fuck feel it: my hole was demanding to know what toy I was trying to push into it this time, but I ignored it, and made it untense. Dad's cock rested within me like a fat, fiery dragon.

"It...it hurts, Dad..." I whimpered through gritted teeth.

"I know, son. I know, and I'm sorry." He kissed my neck gently. "It always hurts the first time...but only for a little while. Can you feel what's beyond the pain, son? I promise, it gets better." I concentrated on the feelings underneath the discomfort. The feeling of fullness. The heat of him. The intimacy. He was right there, like a furnace against my back, and he was inside me. I'd fucking imagined this so many times, and it was happening. I could smell him, that hard-worked stallion musk, my new aphrodisiac. I could...taste him.

I turned my face towards him, and his head tilted, and we kissed again. I shut my eyes and lost the pain in the pleasures of his mouth. His tongue was as gentle as a bird, darting about to taste each part of me. A hand slid up my body to grope me as he suckled on me, and I sighed and opened my mouth wider and let him. I was his, and he could have of me whatever he desired. A nipple-flick. Fingers tightening around a pectoral. A hand sliding into my armpit -- and then breaking the kiss to press the scented fingers against my nose.

"Smell yourself," he grunted, and I did. The excitement and the close heat of the barn had left me sopping. "You know how many times I've had to endure that smell over the last few years?" He snorted and dropped his nose to my neck, still murmuring. "Every time I opened the bathroom door after you. Every time I had to wash your clothes." I felt him shiver against me, and shivered in return. I could hardly stand how hard it made me to hear my father so turned on by my body. "The fucking air had no oxygen in it some days, colt. Just your smell. And I fucking craved it." His lips opened again, enveloping one of my ears before releasing it, wetted in his spit. "It made me want you. And now I have you. And at last...I'm inside you. Where I belong."

My head spun, and I cried out in shock. He was: all the way in. He'd been pressing against me as he spoke, so slow and gentle that I'd not even noticed. But I felt him now, with his belly nestled in the small of my back, and his balls kissing mine. He had bull balls, Dad did, and he'd given them to me. Four hefty, low-slung stallion bollocks swung underneath our mating, heavy as lead, ready to blow.

My head fell forward and I spread my legs wide, giving him all of me as I slid the last distance into the false mare. The pressure around my cock felt great -- but it was nothing to the molten gold Dad had put inside me. I felt I could feel every single vein on his cockskin, every hard inch of the horse buried to the hilt in my ass. "Dad," I moaned, garbling the word so badly it sounded like a moan. But he knew.

"Say it, then, son," he whispered, licking my cheek. "Say it again for me."

"Say it," Lothar growled, his cock massive and flared, pointing at me like an arrow.

"Say it," Nils husked, a hand pushed down between his legs, fingering himself as he watched Dad and I mate.

"Say it, little brother," Ivan commanded, one hand on his dick and one on Nils'.

I felt their gazes and their lusts, and my father's cock...and I was in heaven. "Take me, Dad," I slurred. "Take me like a mare. Cover me, fill me, fuck me..."

I screamed again when Dad pulled half of himself out and thrust it home again, but only in ecstasy. The pain had vanished; the fiery dragon was awake, but now I wanted more of him. "Fuck me, Dad!" His arm pulled me into him as he slammed home on my command, and my fingers curled against the false mare, both of us rocking forward from the impact. "Fuck me, Dad!" When he pulled out, his thickness slid right across the spot inside me that made my cock swell and squirt without being touched. I wasn't even thrusting; I didn't need to. The pleasure of his fucking was better than any toy I'd ever tried, any dream I'd ever jerked off to under late-night blankets. My father's stallion cock was my world.

"Fuck me, Dad!"

I had to brace my hooves against the dirt floor of the barn to prevent his hammering from pushing both me and the false mare over. I clung to it like a buoy, head raised to the ceiling, mouth wide, eyes shut, giving wordless pleasure-cries whenever his muscles slammed his long dick back inside me. "Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!" His flare squeezed deep inside me, hard and soft all at once, filling my deepness with hot, tight pleasure. He was snorting behind me, the best sound I'd ever heard. Nothing calm about it: Dad wasn't in control. He was in his rut, and I was his until he finished. The breeding stallion could not be stopped. I hoped he never stopped.

The sloppy noises of his cock pulling out and driving back in couldn't be outdone -- but my brothers tried. I could hear them around us, jerking off, whimpering, snarling filthy things. That only made me harder. My drooling cock had now filled what little free space remained inside the false mare; pre-cum was oozing around my shaft now, warming it and lubricating it. I wanted my father to feel the same, but inside me. "Are you...going to...cum in me...Daddy?" I asked, the words punched out of me by each rough hilting of Dad's fantastic horseprick. He didn't answer, simply fucked harder; the false mare slid a couple inches along the ground with the renewed force of his assault on my anus, and I bit my tongue and dug my hooves in deeper. "Are you...going to...breed your colt, Daddy?" He whinnied, and I whinnied back. The sounds of his fucking were all I could hear. "Make me cum, Dad! Give me that hot stallion cock, Daddy! I want you! Make your virgin son a real stallion, Dad! Pound those colts into me, stud!"

Dad was screaming every time he pushed into me. "Fuck! Ah, fuck! Fuck, son!" My brothers were egging him on, clearly as keen to see him nut his big balls in my hole as he was to do it. I hardly noticed them. I clenched my arms around the sides of the false mare and dropped my head towards it, as if I could see straight through it to where my flare trembled inside, swollen and ready. I was so close now.

"Harder, Dad," I gasped. "Close...oh, fuck...do it..."

He was pulling almost entirely out of me now, only the ridge of his flare keeping his cock inside me each time. The thrusts blasted pleasure all along my tunnel and into the rest of me, fading away before the next one hit...but not entirely. It was building, accumulating: slow at first, then faster and faster. I could feel when it crossed the point of no return, and I screamed a "Yes!" and clenched my tailhole tight. I didn't want Dad outside of me for this. I wanted all of him in me when he smashed that v-card into tiny little bits. Dad knew, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me close, and I lifted my body up to meet his -- his lava-hot flare throbbing and pulsing inside me -- as my balls completed their climb and I came like a volcano.

Mary had been soaked for ages, and the cum had nowhere to go but out. As my muscles tensed into a rictus, my body held upright now only by my father's strength, I felt the heat of my semen squeezing along the skin of my dick -- and then out. It squirted from the false mare like icing from a tube, soaking my balls and filling the folds of my sheath before dripping onto the floor below us. Cupfuls of fresh stallion cum flowed from me, and over me, and anything near me. My fetlocks became soaked as it dribbled down my legs and down the legs of the false mare; it would stink of me for months. I was immensely productive, and the assault on my pleasure-spots had given my body every reason to expend itself fully.

But I was always going to play second fiddle to my father.

There could be no more mystery as to how Dad had fathered so many powerful stallions. The personal pleasure that gripped my balls in a vise was matched by the feeling of his fully swollen horsecock pulsing inside me like a rifle, each rippled shot paired with a shot of semen spat out with such force, it felt like his cock itself was pounding even deeper into me. My body could not possibly contain all of him, and I felt his seed spurting out of me as if his cock wasn't even there. The volume beggared belief: it was the sound of a waterfall upon the ground, unending. His cum joined mine in soaking my balls, and my spread legs ran with cum like it was raining -- and I guess it was. Wonderful, warm rain, as my body clutched his cock within me like a lover's gift, and milked it dry of the vast production of his overfull balls.

And when it ended, he was still there. Still deep inside me, his face tucked close to mine, whispering to me. Thanking me, congratulating me, telling me how beautiful I was, how wonderful to fuck. I shivered as coolness finally penetrated the hot sweat that had coated me since we started, and when I cried a little from wonder and happiness and joy, he licked my tears dry. It was just us for a moment, just my Dad and I, together in the most intimate way...and I wanted nothing more from life.

An unexpected wetness on my balls made me jerk and grunt and open my eyes in shock, looking down. Nils was on his knees before me, each hand cradling one of my balls, his hot, pink tongue licking them clean reverently. He looked up at my coyly as I stared down, but then closed his eyes, and returned to his work. Dad began to withdraw from me, and I shuddered at the feeling of the rest of his dammed-up semen flowing out of me for a final tsunamic splash into the ground. I remained where I was, my legs spread, Nils washing my big nuts clean of Dad and my combined semen, and my slowly shrinking cock still inside the false mare. I wondered what sight I made. I hoped my brothers enjoyed it.

Dad walked around to my side, and I lifted my mouth for a kiss. "Thank you," I told him when it broke, and he nodded and stroked my mane with a smile.

"Fucking amazing, son," was all he said. He leaned in a little closer and whispered, "I lied earlier, by the way. You are definitely my favourite."

"Hey!" Nils said, dropping my balls and looking up at the two of us. "He can't be your favourite after just one fuck! That's not good science!"

"I don't think science cares, Nils," Ivan said with a laugh, and Nils stuck his tongue out at him.

"It fucking should," he grumbled. "Why isn't dickscience a thing?"

"More to the point," interrupted Lothar, "he can't be your favourite after only trying his ass." My eldest brother was rubbing a cummy hand all along the dark ash of his half-tumescent shaft, patterning it with spiderwebs of his seed. I hadn't seen him orgasm; I would have to correct that very soon "And it's a crime that only a false mare's gotten to try Timur's gorgeous dick so far."

On cue, I pushed back from the false mare, revealing my cum-soaked cock and fat flare. I hadn't softened; everything about this situation was too erotic. The pleasure of the fuck had already faded, but I was ready for the next round...and the next, and the next. I let them take in the sight of my erection, even hefting it a little and making the flare bop Nils on the head; my young brother's eyes were massive as he saw the object of his desire up close again, and drool ran from his mouth.

"I fucking agree," I said. "So..." I looked each of them in the eye in turn. "Who's next?"