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Losing the Race Before it Starts

For Johnzaloog

By Draconicon

Rodney woke with his arms tied over his head and his hooves locked over the edge of a bed. Normally, that would have been kinda kinky, particularly if he got a good lady for the night, but considering that the last thing that he remembered was being in the middle of training, it wasn't exactly what he expected to see. Nor did he expect to find that his arms were completely stuck, and his legs likewise.

Nudity, however, he did expect, particularly considering the room around him. Completely sealed, no windows, and just one door? That was a sex dungeon if ever he'd seen one, and as a stud horse in his off-time, he had seen a few. There were a lot of ladies that liked having a stud either taking them hard or just being under them, so he'd enjoyed that sort of experience in the past. Never from this sudden, unlikely angle, however, and never going straight from running training to this.

"Hello?"

There was no immediate answer, and the thoroughbred stallion felt a bit nervous. It would have been one thing if a lady-friend had come by and wanted to surprise him with a bit of non-con play, but this was feeling less and less like play and more like something had gone horribly wrong. He tugged at the wrist restraints, hoping that they would come loose, but no dice. They were too tight.

As he squirmed, he could feel his nethers rubbing against the sheets, his low-hanging balls swinging back and forth, and his shaft, quite the right size for a stud horse, doing the same. The friction against the head started it rising, and he gritted his teeth as he felt it going higher, higher, and higher still.

"Mmmph...hello? Hello? Is someone - mmmph - out there?"

Again, no answer...but the door did open. At least, it opened a crack, and that was enough for him to feel a little better.

That relief disappeared the minute that a spotted hand poked through. His heart fell as the door opened the rest of the way, revealing a half-naked cheetah. The feline smirked, leaning against the doorframe and looking down on him.

"Well, well. So, this is the champ, huh?" the cheetah said. "Gotta say, doing well for yourself, but considering you're a horse, it's not really a fair comparison."

"What the hell's going on?" Rodney grunted, pulling at his wrists again until they ached. "What's this about?"

"The race, of course. What else?"

"Nnngh...what the - why do you care?"

"My people have a great deal on the line with this race, Mr. Rodney," the cheetah said, stepping through the door and approaching him. "We have a great deal of pride in our status as runners. My country has not lost this event for almost twenty years. No other country has come close to challenging us.

"Despite that, your posted times show potential to do that very thing. We cannot tolerate this, but neither can we remove you. So, we have decided to simply...reduce your capability."

"Nnngh...and how - fuck, ow - how do you plan to do that, you spotted asshole?"

"Quite simple. You horses are only good for two things. Running, and...well, I'm sure you know the other." The cheetah chuckled. "We will simply push you to focus on that instead of the event."

The other - studding? He blinked, only to grunt as the cheetah reached down and grabbed hold of his shaft just behind the head. With it already a little stiff from all the swinging around that he'd been doing, it didn't take more than a few strokes to get his cock up. Rodney shook his head.

"You must be nuts. Ladies only, bud. Ladies only."

"Perhaps before, but I doubt that you will complain."

The cheetah whistled, and four other felines stepped through the door, each one of them in the process of stripping down. They were soon naked all around him, cocks ranging from four inches to six standing out from them, none of them holding a candle to the eleven-incher between his legs. They smiled at him, or rather, smirked, looking down at him with the clear idea that they were the ones in charge.

Sadly, they were right. He couldn't even kick as one of them straddled him, pushing a spotted ass back against his cock. It slipped between the cheeks, running pre-cum along the space between them, right up to the pucker.

"Nnngh...this is bullshit...you can't - I'm straight, dammit!"

"I believe you will see that your dick no longer cares. It feels heat, and pleasure, and it has no eyes to see where it comes from."

"I do, though!"

"As I said, I do not believe your dick cares. You may find yourself bending to its will soon enough."

The cheetah slid upwards, and Rodney felt his cock sliding between the cheeks further, the head of his cock brushing against a puckered hole for a moment, then coming back down again. He huffed under his breath, gritting his teeth. Something about that felt too good, but at the same time, it was so wrong. This wasn't what a stud-horse was for. He was for breeding, fucking pussy, not fucking pussy-cats!

As the cat slid up again, his pucker resting against the horse's twitching tip, the cheetah leader leaned in. A clawed finger stroked across the stallion's chest.

"You will breed well. All you have to do is hump, and all we have to do is keep you busy for the next two days. By the end of that, it will not matter how hard you run. You will have no energy left to win."

Rodney tried to come up with some witty response to the perverted feline, but all he could think of was how soft that ass was against his cock, and how close he was to getting into a hole. It might not have been a mare's hole, but -

What the fuck? What the fuck?! It's a guy. It's a guy!

Yet, he couldn't say anything. His breath was coming hotter and faster. Had he been drugged with something else, too? Was this coming from some kinda heat that he had been put through? He didn't know, but he knew that his cock was throbbing hard, and he knew that he needed to fuck and rut harder than he usually did. He groaned under his breath once more, slamming his head back against the bed as that pucker pressed down on his cock once more. Slide, throb, slide, throb.

Then push, POP!

He gasped as he slid in so easily, hardly believing it. But no sooner had he popped in than the cheetah pushed down, down, down, taking him all the way to the base. Rodney gritted his teeth, curling his hands into fists.

"I am sure that you understand how this will go from now on, Mr. Rodney. My agents will continue to drain you for as long as you can grow erect. Considering the drugs that we have administered to your system, you will find that this will continue for far longer than usual. Whatever you have in your testicles will run out, but your stamina will not. You will be drained in dry orgasm after dry orgasm, and by the end of this, I doubt that you will be able to get it up again for at least a week."

"You...nnngh...why the fuck...does this matter...so much?"

"Pride, Mr. Rodney. Pride."

Up, up, up that clenching hole went, squeezing on him all the way to the top. He bit off a moan, even as his body tensed up from the sheer tightness of that grasping pucker. It was so hot, so sexy, even if -

SMACK! The cheetah came back down, taking it up to the hilt again. He barely had time to gasp before the cheetah was rising again, then falling, rising, falling, setting up a fast pace that the horse could hardly follow.

The soft slap, slap, slap sound of that ass hitting his crotch over and over again was milking him as surely as the hole was. The feeling, the sound, the warmth, the wrongness of it all was getting to him, and he moaned under his breath despite himself.

In, out, in, out, his cock was milked constantly, pushed to the edge and then pushed that little bit further for more. In, out, in, out, his balls pulling up despite his best efforts to tell himself that he didn't want this. The eagerness, the pushiness of the feline, was drawing it out despite the fact that he was supposed to be the stud, despite the fact that he was the big powerhouse in the room.

The other cheetahs gathered around him, idly fingering themselves for his viewing 'pleasure', and he couldn't help but watch. His heart pounded hard in his chest, and he found himself, unwillingly at first but then increasingly more so, imagining what it would be like with the other males.

Nnngh...they're messing...messing with you...

The cheetah reached down, pulling on his balls, and the sudden new stimulation was enough to push him over the edge. He gasped, arching his back as he came without warning. His cock throbbed, his balls pulled up, and the cheetah's hole clenched down hard around him as he sprayed deep. Pulse, pulse, pulse -

"NNNGH!"

And before he'd finished, the cheetah was already riding again, fucking his cock one more time. He tried to break the chains to slow him down, but it was impossible. The cheetah was riding him faster than ever, bouncing and squeezing all the while.

"I told you, Mr. Rodney. We are not stopping until you cannot get hard again."

"Mmmph..."

"I hope that you can satisfy all of us..."

#

The day of the race came, and the horse lost. The cheetahs took the gold home once more, and the stallion didn't even place. He flopped out halfway through the race, staring at the ass cheeks of the cheetah running ahead of him. As he was taken off the course, dragged towards the infirmary, all he could think of was how much he wished that the two days hadn't ended so soon...and what the hell he was going to tell his girlfriend when he got home.

The End

Summary: A horse racer is sabotaged before a race in a very sexual way.

Tags: M/M, Orientation Play, Cheetah, Stallion, Horse, Anal, Bondage, Teasing, Drugs, Stamina Play, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Oversensitive, Feline, Domination, Dubcon,