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Mathew felt his body begin to heat up as they approached the stable. It was disturbing for him to realize that he didn't just want to fuck. Instead, his swinging cock and balls pointedly informed him that he absolutely had to fuck. It was a biological imperative that couldn't be ignored.

It was then the lion understood that the multiple injections the hippo had given him weren't vitamins or placebos. They contained something far more potent because whatever was in those syringes had already begun to rewire his body's urges at a fundamental level.

The stallion tried to focus his mind on other more important matters, like escaping or contacting the outside world. But try as he might, the teenager's mind would soon slip back to carnal desires.

Fucking. Cumming. Thrusting. Shooting. Mating. Breeding.

He pictured Lusty, bound and bent over a wooden fence. In his mind, he saw himself mounting the other boy, pushing deep within him with a single rough thrust. He could practically feel the fox's muscles tense underneath him as he wasted no time withdrawing and thrusting again and again. In his half-fantasy half-wish, Clopper knew the armless body needed this as much as he did. Needed to be bred and seeded.

Another, separate part of Mathew's brain knew he was falling into a trap. That the drugs that had been injected directly into his testicles and prostate made complex thoughts more difficult at the same time as they encouraged him to think exclusively with his cock.

This was dangerous because if the teenager didn't resist this and stay focused, he could easily lose track of entire days as he spent every waking minute distracted by his swollen, needy balls which would never be completely satisfied. And if he didn't escape soon, he'd end up permanently altered like the rest of these ponies. Armless, helpless, and hopeless.

It angered and saddened him to have already lost his voice to the insane horse and his evil on-site doctor. But losing the ability to speak was nothing compared to losing his arms. Not to mention his balls.

But try as he might, Clopper could only think about escape in short, unhelpful bursts. Because the stable was in sight and inside that stable was Lusty the fox. Lusty the pony. Lusty the gelding.

Maybe... maybe he'd just worry about getting off for the next short while. And then, after he'd shot his load and cleared his head, that's when he'd think about getting off this ranch. About escaping Mr. Brandt.

Conner must have had some inkling of the stallion's anticipation because the cheetah whistled at the teenager as he regarded the boy.

"Look at you, strutting around like you're the top dog. You're an eager stallion, ain'tcha? Don't blame ya. Bet you'll enjoy mounting Lusty. He's such a slut, I'm sure he'll enjoy it too. You know, he used to make a face when Tight-end would come up behind him. Like he was too good for the former jock. But then the dog would start fucking him and all of the fox's hoity-toity snobbery got thrown right out the window. The slut would start pushing back against the doberman, sometimes so hard he knotted himself. Then Tight-end would just yank it right back out and get back to fucking. Lusty's whole body would go tense from the pain but that didn't stop him from trying to get that dick back inside him."

Mathew barely heard the man. They were walking inside the barn now and Clopper thought his balls might burst from the need which was growing and surging between his thighs.

Only, when they came through the broad inner walkway of the stable, they didn't find Lusty in his stall but rather bound on a narrow, slanted table, his ass in the air. The fox's ankles were tied and tethered to bolts in the stone floor while his neck and upper back were strapped to the padded table. The fox could only stare at the ground at handlers milled around him, preparing him.

"Oh, what's going on here?" Conner said, curious but not concerned.

"You didn't hear?" replied a nearby ferret. Conner recognized him as Miguel, a recently hired junior handler. "Mr. Brandt wants to conclude Lusty's punishment detail with a splash. Lusty here's about to get bred for real. With a feral, I mean."

Lusty must have not been aware of this little detail because the former escort started squirming something fierce against the straps holding him in place.

Clopper was similarly shook. For a moment, the lion couldn't make sense of what he'd just heard. Lusty and a feral? As in... copulating?

Not paying this any mind, the junior handler continued on with, "One of the boss' associates was willing to loan him the feral. I heard a stud fee was paid. Anyway, it's gonna be a big production. Lights, cameras capturing all the spicy angles, the works. There's even gonna be a camera fixed on Lusty's face, so they can capture all his reactions. I've seen the horse, too. It's a big'un. I'm a little worried Lusty might get split in two down the middle. But Dr. Marcus is supposed to be here on site just in case, so I suppose it's fine."

Squirming turned to straining and fighting as the fox realized he was soon going to be fucked by a live, breathing feral horse. Apparently the former escort had some measure of pride left and was profoundly upset about the idea of getting bred by a literal animal.

"Hmmm," the cheetah said, rubbing his chin. "Don't suppose Clopper could get in there first? Before the feral. I promised him a chance at Lusty's ass."

"'Fraid not," answered Miguel. "Tom said he needs to stay tidy for the cameras. Wouldn't even let me fuck him and it was my turn. Maybe Mr. Brandt is considering selling the video and wants it to be production quality? We even brushed and styled Lusty's head-fur since his face is gonna be featured on the box cover."

Upon hearing this, Lusty shuddered and went still. Clopper thought the other boy might be crying, though he couldn't see his face. He could, however, see the pony's upturned ass, already prepped and at the perfect height for getting bred by a feral. This didn't seem to bother any of the nearby handlers who moved forward with their preparations.

Conner took a peak under the table and laughed.

"I see they cut out a hole for Lusty's weenie to poke through. And damn my eyes if he isn't already hard."

"Yeah," Miguel agreed. "We gave him the hard-on drug so the cameras can get footage of his dicklet swinging while he's fucked. Mr. Brandt says the customers would want to see Lusty enjoying his humiliation. It'll be a better movie if the gelding stays hard the whole time. I hear they're gonna CGI his cock so it squirts a massive cumshot. Then the editors will splice that in with the earlier film and make it look he shot his load just from being long-dicked. The movie guys got the whole thing planned out."

The cheetah whistled, impressed.

"They're really gonna sell this as a porno, though? What if someone recognizes him? Like, what if his parents see it?"

"Dunno," the ferret said. "You'd have to take that up with Mr. Brandt. For all I know, he plans to mail the boy's parents a free copy. Besides, as far as I know the video won't be sold on store shelves. Just that it's gonna get turned into a full porno with box art and the works. Maybe the boss just wants it for his private collection. I heard the title is going to be 'Beauty and the Big Dicked Beast.'"

"Oh, okay."

The cheetah looked over at Clopper and chewed gently on his lip, thinking.

"Well, how about after? I don't mind Clopper getting sloppy-seconds. He could even be in the video, standing off to the side helplessly as his gelding gets fucked by a big dicked feral. Add some juicy cuckolding action to the film."

The ferret smiled at the idea but shook his head.

"Someone pitched that idea earlier but the boss didn't go for it. Clopper still has his arms so he's not a true stallion yet. Besides, we're supposed to be building him up so he takes charge of his herd. If we cuck him in his first week that'd be like tearing him down. Anyways, that's what Tom says. Though, I got to say it looks like we're cucking him anyway. After all, we're prioritizing a horse cock over his pony cock. Kinda funny when you think about it."

Conner shrugged at the lion who was still standing there stunned, not quite believing what he was hearing.

"Sorry, boy. I tried! Okay, let's go find another gelding for you to fuck. There's always at least one around." The cheetah renewed his tugging on the teenager's reins, pulling him away. But before they left the main area Conner called back over his shoulder, "Good luck, Lusty! I'm sure you're gonna rock that feral's world."

As Clopper was guided away he saw the junior handler lube up a massive horse dildo and position it at Lusty's upturned rear. Then the ferret softly said, "Let's get some slow practice thrusts in, pretty girl. Because I don't think your date is gonna be too gentle, once he gets started."

Unbidden, a thought popped into the lion's head as he was led away.

'Wow, glad I'm not a gelding.'

Only to have his stomach sink at the realization that that's exactly what Mr. Brandt planned on turning him into, in three years' time. Then it would be him on that bench. Ball-less, armless, voiceless, straining just to breath as an enormous feral horse fucked him hard with uncaring thrusts. Every angle of his humiliation captured on film, preserved forever. Because in just a few years time, there'd be no difference between him and Lusty.

It was Mr. Brandt who now controlled his fate and the estate owner could do whatever he wanted with his new property. And it was obvious that the equine would not hesitate to use that power. He kidnapped young boys, turned them into voiceless sexual animals, worked them to exhaustion, altered them, trained them, and used them for his own pleasure until he grew bored of them.

As he was led away from the bound and despondent fox, an even darker thought occurred to the teenager. As best he could tell, there were currently five 'ponies' on the ranch, including himself. All young like him, though he thought he might be the youngest. But Mr. Brandt and the handlers implied that each of them had a turn at being a stallion. Which meant there must have been other ponies. Ponies which were not here now.

So, where did they go? What happened to them? A boy is kidnapped, turned into a sex-crazed perpetually-horny walking erection who can barely think beyond the tip of his throbbing dick, gelded, turned into a slut who is literally addicted to stallion cock, and then...?

Killed? Snuffed on film? Sold to a new owner like property? Something else? The lion didn't know and no way of finding out. But what was obvious was that he was on an invisible shoot that was descending down, down, down. And the longer he stayed on this ranch, the worse things would become for him. Because one thing was clear. Ponies didn't get comfortable retirements at Senior Assisted Living Facilities. Ponies were used, worked hard, fucked regularly, and then, eventually, discreetly dealt with.

The stallion felt sick to his stomach. And yet, his erection persisted. Mathew hated himself as he noticed that his need to fuck had only increased in intensity, despite what he'd just seen and the situation he'd found himself. Or, alarmingly, perhaps because of it.

Knowing that that there was an invisible hour-glass where the grains of sand of were already starting to run out made Clopper desperate to fuck. To breed and rut and spread his seed. He resented himself for feeling this way but the biological imperative would not be ignored.

The stallion's swollen unit informed him that it was time to fuck and that there would be no peace until this fundamental need was satisfied. Mathew tried to fight against this urge, to resist it. But it felt like trying to hold back the tide or lasso the moon. Every step he took and every second that passed was another reminder that his orbs seemed ready to explode from pent up desire.

Clopper didn't know which was worse. That his balls might actually burst in their sack due to unreleased desire or that they wouldn't -- or couldn't -- and this feeling would only get worse with time until it drove him insane. It felt like he'd already gone days without cumming but Mathew knew it had only been a few hours.

Strangely in tune with his charge's emotional state, the cheetah looked back at him with sympathetic eyes.

"I know, boy. You must be pretty desperate by this point. New stallions take a few weeks to adjust to the drugs. They have to breed three or four times a day until their hormones calm down and settle into the new normal. Eventually things will even out and your desire will plateau. So a few months from now, you'll only need to cum once a day to stay lucid. Though, the vet says you'll always be horny. Sometimes unbelievably horny, other times just moderately horny. Well, at least until your gelding day. I guess that means you should expect a three year long case of blue-balls. Maybe getting your balls popped out might actually be a relief by that point. Pretty crazy to think about, now that I consider it."

It offended Mathew greatly to be condensing told that he should be looking forward to or grateful for his eventual castration. The lion was trying to figure out a way to express his outrage when they finally arrived at their apparent destination. Tight-end's stall.

Placed in front of the stall, Clopper took in the sight of the doberman at the same time as the recently gelded canine looked right back at him.

In some respects, Mathew considered that the two of them were similar. Both of them were young, erect, and bound. Both of them were effectively the slaves and property of Mr. Brandt, their kidnapper. Neither of them could speak or use their arms. Though, as a small mercy Clopper was glad to still have his arms.

But apart from their circumstances, the two ponies shared nothing in common. The angry-looking doberman was both taller than him and far more solidly built. In the cock department there was also no competition. Tight-end was hung like a horse Clopper thought, unhappy with the comparison that had leapt into his head. The canine was also adorned with jewelry, thick welded rings punched through the dog's nose, nipples, and cockhead.

Conner saw the stallion's attention focused on the cock ring and piped up, "After his gelding, Tight-end tried to mount one of the other ponies. The boss didn't like that so the pup got that big ring tugging his pole down. Suppose that means his fucking days are officially over, because they welded the ring shut. From now on, all that big cock is good for is flopping around and pissing."

Then the cheetah reconsidered and said, "Well, I guess there will still be plenty of fucking for our boy here, between the guards and the handlers and now you. It just means that he's no longer going to be the, eh, what do they call it? The 'active participant.'"

Had Tight-end been capable of heat vision, the canine's smoldering look would have rendered Conner into a magma-hot pile of ash. But the man must have been used to getting dirty looks from the pony because the handler didn't pay him any mind.

Opening the stall door Conner went on to say, "Okay, we got a schedule to keep so let's take care of business. I'll lube him up this time because your cock won't start producing loads of its own precum until you get a few more injections under your belt. At least, not in the quantity needed to go in dry. By this time next week, you'll be squirting more precum than most people cum."

Standing face-to-face with the other boy, Clopper could see the doberman struggling against the poles he was tethered to. The mute gelding didn't want this, the lion realized. And despite how needy he was, if he went through with this it would be rape. Plain and simple and indisputable. Yet that was exactly what the cheetah seemed to expect, unaware or indifferent to Clopper and Tight-end's wishes.

"Aright, Clopper. He's all ready for you. Come on back and slide right on in there. Mr. Brandt has fucked Tight-end plenty so your smaller teenage dick won't have any trouble. If you haven't noticed yet, Mr. Brandt is real well endowed."

Having already been fucked by the horse while bound to poles just like Tight-end, Mathew didn't need to be told that. No, not fucked. Raped. And now Conner wanted him to turn around and do the same exact thing to this dog.

Mathew's mind recoiled at the thought even as his member strained in anticipation. His body was more than ready to get it on, regardless of the other boy's willingness to participate.

"Clopper?" the handler asked, sounding annoyed. "I want to watch them put the feral to Lusty, so let's get a move on here. Chop chop. Pump-and-dump time. Let's go."

But the stallion didn't move. Tight-end's hateful gaze stared him right in the eye and Clopper saw that it wasn't merely unfocused anger. Rather, Tight-end hated him. Bitterly and specifically, despite having just met him. The teenager wasn't sure if it was because he'd replaced the other boy as the ranch's stallion or because the other lad expected him to rape him, right here and now. And since neither of them were capable of speech, Mathew figured he'd never know for sure.

"Clopper!" Conner hissed, exasperated. "Get your ass back here and fuck him already. Or do I need to call Chief Handler Tom?"

Standing his ground, Mathew shook his head in refusal. No, he wouldn't do it. It didn't matter how horny he was, how hard his dick got, or how badly his balls throbbed. He wouldn't rape this other boy.

Confused, the cheetah stepped in between the two males and looked back and forth. Eventually, realization dawned on the handler.

"Oh. I get it. Tight-end is shooting you the stink eye and you don't want to knock on his back door uninvited. Fucking hell, man. New stallions can get so fucking self-righteious. Self-involved divas, every one of you. You're almost as bad as Tight-end was during his first days. Well, let me show you a little trick I learned back then."

It was then that Conner turned and punched Tight-end right in his defenseless stomach. Hard.

Mathew could only look on in horror, stunned by what he'd just witnessed. And given how Tight-end was now silently wheezing with weak knees, it hadn't been a play punch either.

"I don't like this anymore than Tight-end does but you're not giving me much of a choice, kitty. The punching stops when your thrusting starts. You're the only one here with the power to end this, Mathew."

The cheetah used his other fist to slam into the dog's abdominal muscles a second time. Clopper could see how painful this was for the pony. The dog wasn't faking or exaggerating his intense pain.

But it wasn't until the third punch landed that the teenager understood he wasn't being given a choice here. The handlers were going to force him to have sex with the former stallion no matter how much he resisted. Even if that meant loading him up on drugs or torturing the doberman right in front of him.

Not willing to let Tight-end go through any more pain just so he could satisfy his righteous pride, Clopper gave in. Striding around and behind the bound dog, the lion found his mark and thrust in.

To his highly sensitive cock, the gelding's rear passage felt absolutely amazing. The lion pushed in far faster than he intended and within a second had practically hilted himself. The doberman's ass tensed and flexed as it struggled to accommodate the sudden intrusion. But then the stallion felt the gelding force himself to relax. Apparently the other boy was used to coping with sudden, violent intrusions up his hole and knew how to make the penetration as easy on himself as possible.

"There we go," the cheetah said, sounding relieved. "Sorry about that, boy."

Clopper was confused at first but soon figured out that the handler wasn't addressing him. The cheetah was talking to Tight-end.

"You know how it goes with new stallions. Things need to move along smoothly or Mr. Brandt gets angry. And if Mr. Brandt gets angry, Tom gets angry. And if Tom gets angry, both of our lives turn to shit. Will my big, handsome stud forgive his cute cheerleader?"

Then the teenager heard a sound he never expected to hear. Tight-end and Conner were making out. Wet and noisy.

The doberman was... participating? Mathew was so confused. Hadn't the handler just been pounding bruises into him? Then the lion blushed as he felt the dog's ass muscles grip and squeeze his cock. The stallion would have moaned aloud if he could.

"Yeah, tongue fuck me," the cheetah panted between kisses. "Prove to your slutty girl that you're still a real man and not the pony Mr. Brandt thinks you are. Tongue-fuck my mouth like you used to with your cock."

Tight-end seemed happy to oblige the lithe handler. And as the doberman tongue fucked his cheetah 'girl', Mathew likewise began to thrust into the jock. And once the lion had started, biological imperative reared its needy head and nature took over.

Once Clopper started fucking the gelding, nothing short of an apocalyptic event could have caused him to decide to stop. And maybe not even that. The stallion humped like his body was possessed. And in a way it was. A powerful mix of drugs and hormones raged within him, compelling the teenager to breed like nothing else mattered.

In the minutes that followed, getting off became more important than water, oxygen, food, and even freedom. Clopper lost himself to the rhythm as his bound form pushed into Tight-end's body.

In and out. In and out. Thrusting. Pumping. Claiming.

Higher level thought was abandoned. The stallion wasn't fucking a person. He was breeding a gelding. An armless cock-sleeve strapped into rubber hooves which existed solely for his pleasure and release. And so the teenager forgot that the handler existed at all. The man was of no importance. He didn't matter at all. Only breeding mattered. Only the silky tightness gripping his pole had value.

In contrast, Conner and Tight-end ignored the stallion. The not-quite-a-couple passionately made out, An exercise both of them seemed familiar and happy with.

As they kissed, the cheetah ran his hands over the pony's shoulders and chest, playing with the younger man's nipples and teasing his fingers through the youth's fur. Hooking a finger through one of the canine's nipple rings, the handler tugged viciously and demanded, "Stop holding back. Fuck me with that tongue like you mean it. Fuck me like you did behind the water shed."

Conner took the huffing gelding's erection in hand, stroking the boy's cock perfectly in time with the pony's tongue thrusts. With eyes clenched shut, Tight-end pictured the handler on his knees, dressed in his girly cheerleader outfit. In his head, the dog saw himself thrusting into the all-too-willing cheetah's mouth, the man's eyes tearing up as the former stallion fed the pretty crossdresser far more cock than he was comfortable taking.

The pony thought back to that day. Before they'd started the handler had said, "Since you've been working so hard for me lately, I want to give you a special treat. I'm going to get on my knees and put on this ring gag. Then I want you to pin me against the wall with that massive pony cock. You're going to breed my mouth like it's one of your geldings' pussies. It's going to be too much for me and I'm going to try to make you stop. Don't let me. Fuck my throat until you're satisfied, even if I'm trying to push you off. If you're the stud I think you are, you won't let me up until you've filled your cute cheerleader's stomach full of your seed."

It had only taken a few thrusts before the once eager cheetah seemed to experience a change of heart. The gagging, crying girly-boy had tried his best to force the thrusting stallion back and off. But Tight-end was a former quarterback who had been trained and worked hard on the ranch until he was a wall of pure muscle. With the advantageous positioning and the wall to assist, the jock found it effortless to hold the squirming, struggling handler in place with his thighs. And with the ring gag, Conner couldn't even bite down to signal his growing panic.

Finally in a position of power over someone after months of being victimized over and over, Tight-end had taken his sweet time with the handler's mouth-pussy. He fucked the man's throat hard and deep, only allowing the cheetah just enough air to stay awake for the brutal half-hour breeding session.

Eventually the handler had gotten his panic under control and started stroking himself off, no longer convinced the stallion was trying to kill him. But Tight-end pushed in deep and cut off the cheetah's air until the man got the message and let his far smaller slip from his fingers. This was about the doberman's pleasure. Conner's pathetic self-pleasuring would have to wait.

That was back when Tight-end still had balls to feed Conner the drug-infused stallion cum which the handler had started to crave. Now, without his once glorious sack and with that massive ring on the end of his cock, the cheetah was far less interested in what swung between the jock's muscular thighs.

The handler had a new obsession now and his name was Clopper. Not that Tight-end couldn't be fun to play with in the right circumstances. Especially when those circumstances involved the new stallion fucking the straight boy while the cheetah got to listen and watch.

Conner had his eyes closed as the doberman's strong, flexible tongue forced its way in and out of his mouth in an assertive rhythm. But in his mind, it was the lion who was kissing him. Likewise, he pretended that it was Mathew's cock he was pleasuring. The handler might have even moaned out the teenager's name had his mouth not been filled with wet canine muscle.

After a few wonderful minutes of this very non-traditional threesome, Conner pulled back from the kiss. He reminded himself that he had a job to do.

Glancing behind Tight-end, Conner smiled as he saw the lion plowing the jock with animalistic abandon. The man found it so indescribably sexy the way stallions were controlled and driven by their drug-enhanced balls. At this moment, Mathew was more animal than man. And it was a condition that would only intensify as the days went by.

Remember his duty, the handler took the former stallion's head in his hands and pulled down so they were looking each other in the eye. Tight-end had a hungry, horny expression on his face and despite being recently relieved of his balls, he'd been enjoying the handler's handjob very much.

"Tight-end, I can see that Clopper is getting close to seeding you and there's something I need to tell you. As I'm sure you've already been told, as a gelding your cock will no longer be used for breeding. This means you will never feel the pleasure of a tight-ass or warm mouth wrapped around your pony shaft ever again."

Hearing this pronouncement, Tight-end's eyes blazed with anger, fury, and resentment. The jock wanted to shout down the cheetah. To yell out that he was only twenty years old and that it was insane to tell him he'd never fuck again. That it was evil and cruel and unforgivable to remove his healthy, impressive sack. But since he was unable to speak, Tight-end could only listen as the cheetah continued on.

"Instead, you'll be bred. Your handsome body will serve as the receptacle for your stallion's lust and your hole will be seeded over and over again with your herd leader's fertile sperm. Here shortly Clopper with peak, claiming you as his mare as he coats your insides with rich stallion cum."

The doberman quivered in impotent rage but was unable to move due to the stall poles he was bound to. The straight boy felt the lion's cock pistoning in and out of him. Just as he felt the youth's ragged breath on his neck and hot body against his back. Clopper was bottoming out with every thrust now and Tight-end felt the teenager's balls slap against his ass with each invasion of his rear passage. Yet another cruel reminder of what had been taken from him.

"He's close now. Can you feel it? Do you remember what it was like when you were the new stallion, your need to fuck so strong that it eclipsed any other desire. That's how Clopper is feeling now. Your clenching hole is giving him such pleasure. He's very lucky to have you as his mare."

Conner could see that the dog's anger was giving way to fear. The twenty year old was scared now. The cheetah placed a reassuring hand on the doberman's chest.

"Yes, you know what comes next. You've seen it hundreds of times first hand. You know what effect stallion cum has on geldings. But you've only seen it. You've never experienced it. I know you're scared of it. Scared of what that kind of pleasure will do to your mind. Scared that you'll become addicted to it."

The jock turned stallion turned gelding was shaking his head now. He didn't want this. He was a straight boy who was supposed to go to college on a football scholarship! This was all so terribly wrong! He didn't want this other boy who he'd never met and whose name he didn't know to pump his ass full of drugs. He didn't want to become addicted to another guy's cum!

"I'm here to tell you that you don't need to be afraid, Tight-end. You're about to feel better than you've ever felt before. Why fight that? Embrace your life as a cock-addicted gelding and things will be so good for you. Resisting is pointless and it will only confuse and frustrate you. I think that will become very clear to you in just a moment. Are you ready to fly, Tight-end?"

The usually brave and stoic pony was despondent. He was straight. He loved breasts and women and pussies and perfumed MILFs. He didn't want to be turned into a gay boy. To become so addicted to another boy's cock that he would actively try to get entice the lion to fuck him.

He didn't want any of this. Tight-end looked down at the cheetah, silently begging with his eyes for the handler to make this stop.

'Please don't do this to me!' his eyes said. 'I'll do anything! I'll accept anything! Anything but this! You've taken everything from me! Just leave me my straight boy pride!'

Conner shook his head in sympathy. The decision had been made and there was nothing he could do. All he could do was be here for the jock.

"It's for the best, Tight-end. It will help you bond with your stallion. And it will give you some measure of peace. Time to fly, babe."

With that being the final word on the subject, the handler fell to his knees, positioned himself between Clopper's hoofed boots, and with a soft moan took the young boy's sack in his mouth.

The lion silently gasped at the mind-blowing sensation. The pleasure of Conner's soft mouth was so exquisite that it tipped the stallion over the edge. He felt his balls briefly pull up only for the cheetah's greedy mouth to tug them right back down as the man attacked the pair with his tongue. The lion's stomach clenched at the sensation of having his balls pulled down as they tried to rise. It didn't matter. Mathew came anyway.

Clopper's mind was lost to animalistic pleasure. It felt very much like a normal orgasm except multiple times more powerful. He felt strong and weak at the same time. It was as if his very life force or essense was getting pumped through his cock and up Tight-end's ass. Mathew rode the pleasure like a surfer as he tried to stay on top of the experience, riding the wave of sexual release for as long and as far as the inertia would carry him.

Tight-end's experience, however, was markedly different.

At first, the terrified jock only felt a growing sense of warmth within him. It started in his ass and slowly spread outward. The straight boy felt sick to his stomach as he realized he was being bred.

For some reason it was different when Mr. Brandt used him. That was straightforward sexual exploitation and the horse didn't seem to care if he was straight, gay, bisexual, or none of the above. The rich man just wanted to use the young jock's body for his own pleasure.

This, on the other hand, was an attack of his very identity. And Tight-end, formally known as Kyle, had no defense for it.

Especially not when it felt this... good.

Kyle felt his shoulders relax as a weight he hadn't even known he'd been carrying seemed to lift away. The gelding blinked in surprise as the colors around him grew more vibrant. More alive. It was as though he were seeing the real world for the first time. And it was so beautiful. Why hadn't anyone ever told him how beautiful the world was?

Pure joy spread through him as lion cum seared his insides. Tight-end realized that it was the stallion's cock which was pumping him so full of this wonderful joy. He wanted to resent the other boy for it. To hate him. But how could he hate this... gift.

All of a sudden, Clopper's pony cock didn't seem like some invasive appendage forcing its way into his resisting behind. It felt like a piece of him. An important piece that had been missing for a long, long time. But now it was here and he was complete.

Unable to help himself, for the first time Tight-end pressed back against the teenager. It wasn't a choice or a conscious decision. Rather, it was his body's natural reaction to him getting 'fed' for the first time in his life. His ass tightened around Clopper's cock, trying to milk the boy's pole for all it was worth.

At the same time, the doberman's conscious mind soared upwards and out. While still being present and aware of the stall and his surroundings, Kyle was also somewhere else. He was flying towards the clouds. Approaching nirvana or valhalla or paradise. He didn't know where, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was on his way and it felt so good.

Everything felt so good and amazing that Tight-end didn't even notice as his large dog cock squirted its seedless load onto the stall floor. Conner heard the spray land on the floor and smiled around Clopper's sack which was throbbing against his tongue.

This was a common reaction for geldings getting bred by a stallion for the first time. Their bodies were simply unprepared for this level of pleasure. This, combined with the cock rubbing across their tender prostate, resulted in a massive spray of infertile gelding cum spraying out from an untouched cock.

This spontaneous gelding spray only occurred during the first breeding because after that the pony's body developed some measure of resistance to the drugs. Future breedings would leave the gelding feeling extremely joyful and happy, but also quite aroused. The handler's found this side-effect quite useful because horny ponies were productive ponies.

This frustrated sexual energy could easily be redirected towards hauling dirt, working the ranch, improving race times, or servicing the staff's sexual needs. In other words, the primary purpose of Tight-end's cock was no longer squirting drug-infused seed into ponies readily-absorbent colon but rather, it was intended to stay hard, needy, and unsatisfied. A permanent reminder of his submission and a convenient tool to encourage complete compliance to the ranch's rules and guidelines.

Furthermore, no gelding could cum without explicit approval from Mr. Brandt himself. With the exception of involuntary orgasms such as this. Whereas stallions got off most days of the week (and often multiple times in a single day), geldings could go weeks, months, or even years without being granted a single orgasm.

This was because a gelding's primary source of pleasure was not their own useless, retired cock. But rather, geldings were to find their release in their stallion's climaxes. All geldings existed in a perpetual state of blue-balls, which was ironic given their lack of balls. Geldings were to seek out and encourage their herd leader to mount them, should the weight of the world grow to heavy for them to endure.

For some geldings such as Carrot and Lusty, this state of blue-balls was encouraged and exacerbated by regular edging sessions and unacknowledged bans of climaxes. Though the horse never explicitly told the mouse or the fox that their cumming days were over as he wanted to leave a seed of hope which would bloom eternally within their chest.

Whenever Mr. Brandt saw the geldings' hope fading, he'd offer a vague or non-committal word of encouragement which invited the ponies to believe that if they worked hard and displayed total unflinching loyalty, that perhaps a long-sought climax might just be in the cards for them at some point in the undefined future.

The wealthy estate owner would whisper sweetly in their ear as he played with their body. The expert manipulator would acknowledge and praise their recent efforts, but would question whether they were truly giving the ranch their all. Mr. Brandt never tired of edging and teasing his geldings and it was a source of pride for the pony owner that he'd been able to achieve such impressive levels of obedience in Lusty and Carrot without granting them a climax in years.

And now Tight-end had joined the prestigious ranks of geldings. Mr. Brandt had not yet decided on his long-term plans for the doberman, but the equine thought they'd start out with a two month dry-spell for the dog-pony and then decide from there.

The man thought it might be amusing to have a junior handler "unintentionally" break the rules and stroke the doberman off to a fine orgasm right in front of Lusty and Carrot. The two more senior geldings would be beside themselves in jealousy that Tight-end was given in weeks what they'd been desperately waiting years for.

And then that same "breach in ranch protocol" could happen a mere week later as the fox and mouse again bore witness to the large canine shooting his seedless load. The two understandably frustrated geldings would act out in anger, which would be a fine excuse to punish them and delay their own climaxes even further. All the while their regular edgings would continue while Mr. Brandt and his staff used their bodies to achieve sexual gratification.

This game of promise, tease, and denial had been going on for years. And Mr. Brandt saw no reason why it couldn't carry on indefinitely. Until such time that Carrot and Lusty were sold off, that is.

Tight-end was totally unaware that it had already been decided that it would be many weeks until he was even eligible to receive another climax. But even had this been explained to him in that moment, the joyful soaring canine wouldn't have cared.

How could regular climaxes ever compare to this? This was true release. This was happiness. This was freedom. His physical body might still be trapped on the ranch, but his spirit soared through the clouds. He felt like he could go anywhere as dazzling rainbows blossomed within his mind.

Still kneeling on the floor, Conner released Clopper's balls which had finally given up the last of their seed for the time being. Unable to help himself, the cheetah unzipped his pants and began masturbating furiously as he licked up the still warm cum which had begun to leak out of Tight-end's not-quite-so-tight-anymore ass.

Had Tom or any other handler happened to walk by in that moment, the handler would have been in very deep trouble. Conner knew he was taking a risk but didn't care. He wanted a taste of the unqualified joy that the doberman was experiencing. The effect wasn't as strong when the load was swallowed instead of taken up the ass, but it would still be enough to produce the strong buzz the handler craved. That floaty feeling of happiness. The sense of wellbeing where you just knew that everything would turn out alright.

It didn't even occur to Conner how pathetic he looked, lapping up Clopper's leavings as he frantically jerked himself off. The cheetah moaned softly as he pressed his tongue underneath the stallion's cock and into Tight-end's well-ridden ass. There he found more of the miracle substance, which he quickly pulled onto his cupped tongue and ingested.

Unnoticed in the corner of the stall, a tiny but powerful hidden camera adjusted its angle and zoomed in on the kneeling, masturbating handler. In perfect silence it recorded sixty high-definition frames a second as the licking, sucking, slurping cheetah brought himself to a frenetic climax, his load squirting out over and joining Tight-end's much larger load which had shot out minutes before.