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Stud Milking

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

A Christmas gift for Razak

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Merry Christmas, sweetheart!

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Two stallions in the barn, a typical set-up. It could have meant anything, but the stallions had their own fun, their own time, a dappled, grey Warlander with a powerful neck lying over a bale of hay with a grunt and a snort in his nostrils. Naked from head to hoof, he grunted, his chest and stomach on the hay, though it was perhaps not the most comfortable of perches, out in the back barn.

Everyone else had taken the horses out to a show, so it was only the two of them there, Madoc grunting, muscles contracting as if he was trying to highlight them, though they had seen each other naked so many times over by that point that it was almost a non-event between them. Behind him, a powerful chestnut stallion, a little taller than him, ground his cock between his rear cheeks, sliding the dripping head of his hard-on up against the base of the Warlander's tail.

"Oh, fuuuuck."

Madoc heaved, his silvery-grey mane falling over the side of his neck, nostrils fluttering in a snort. Dust motes swirled through a shaft of late afternoon sunlight as he puffed for breath, though Ametrine had been teasing him for quite some time already.

"Come on..." He begged, swishing his tail and stomping a hoof in annoyance, even as he clung to the bale under his, his cock throbbing and drooling. "Are you just going to edge me forever?"

Truth be told, in his aroused state, that didn't exactly sound at all unappealing to Madoc. Denial, control, domination and the sweet bliss of submission... It was all well in his wheelhouse, though he and Ametrine did not get the chance to do it all as much as they used to. It was just too busy around the yard and, well, they hadn't taken whatever the hell their relationship was anywhere else, not yet.

Maybe it was time that they took that step, but not yet. Not when Ametrine let out a low, trembling grunt, his cock twitching as blood pumped through it, sliding against his submissive partner's backside.

"Oh, you think you're calling the shots now, do you?" He grunted, his voice low and thick, arousal coating it. "Maybe I should do that to you... Show a bolshy little colt like you just where his place is..."

Madoc moaned. It took everything that he had in him not to beg Ametrine, right there and then, to do exactly that, his tail flagging wantonly. His cock ached for attention, but the stallion had already spent so much time stroking him, jacking him off but never allowing him over the edge, that he didn't think even the skin of his member could take much more.

Yet Ametrine had his own agenda in mind, leaning over Madoc's back to kiss him - just as he pressed his cock into his backside. The stallion moaned, surprised at the sudden, crude penetration, but the chestnut stud had more than one little trick left up his figurative sleeve. As Madoc's lips parted for the deep, sloppy kiss, he passed a little pill into the horse's mouth, twisting his fingers into the stallion's mane so that he could not pull away.

"Mmph!"

"That's right..."

Ametrine smirked, breaking the kiss, massaging Madoc's throat, just to make sure the colt was a good pony and swallowed nicely for him.

"What... Unff... What was that?" Madoc forced out, red in the face even under his grey coat of hair. "You can't just... Mmmph... Am... Ametrine..."

The chestnut stallion drew himself up tall, thrusting powerfully, though it felt as if, to him, it took very little effort to sink his cock deep into Madoc's arse even then. Every stroke came naturally to him, the horse already loosened up and well-prepared for him, not that he ever thought that the Warlander needed much preparation at all. The light caught his muscles in the red sheen of his rich red-brown fur and Ametrine smirked, allowing him a moment more of cocky vanity. He knew he looked good, though Madoc could praise him for hours on his best features. Which, in his opinion, when it came to the body that he'd worked hard for, was all of them.

Hey, a little cockiness was sexy...

"It's a little pill," he nickered, eyes smouldering. "Just to keep you going."

Madoc moaned, not knowing what that was all about, though all he could do was kick his legs out wide, hooves scraping over the rough concrete of the floor. Yet the chill of the barn did not seep into his bones as Ametrine fucked him, the stallion's hips speeding up and up, sinking the entire length of his cock into him, far past the bump of the medial ring. Madoc trembled desperately, grateful that he had the bale of hay to steady himself against, though he barely thought that he would be able to hold back, with the flare of Ametrine's dick seemingly managing to grind over his prostate with every thrust.

Was it getting warmer in there? No, no, that was a silly thought that he shook off, the driving pound of the chestnut stud's hips sending him straight to heaven, legs quivering so badly that the horse doubted that he would have been able to hold himself up, if he had been forced to stand. Mmph, fuck, no one fucked him like Ametrine did, as if he was owed every stroke, every roll of his hips coming with an easy sense of confidence that was undeniably hot.

But he couldn't stop the ache of need from rising within him, his cock throbbing, the pink flare thickening up, swelling in the approach of orgasm. He nickered and twisted his head back and forth, his nostrils flaring as he tried to hold it in, to keep it inside. Just a little bit longer, he told himself, as the scratchy roughness of the hay bale gave him something else to focus on under his belly, though it was not as good of a distraction as Madoc might have hoped. Just a bit longer, he wanted to feel, the thickness of Ametrine spreading him out, his pony doughnut so tight around it that he could barely keep his head straight.

"Unff... Am... Ametrine... Fuck, I'm gonna..."

But the stallion did not slow down in the slightest or give Madoc the grace of being allowed to pace himself, giving the grey equine what he had been truly craving, for his body at least, all along. He couldn't help it, the pressure within him growing and growing, balls aching, until he couldn't bear it for a single heartbeat more. With a trumpeting whinny that cut through the air and most certainly would have alerted everyone to what was going on in there, if they had still been on the yard, he climaxed, losing himself in orgasm.

His cock spurted, pump after pump of slick stallion cream pouring from him as if it was being released from a hose, but he did tell himself that he had been edged for rather a long time. Maybe that was just what happened when he was brought to that point and brink of release time after time again, grunting and groaning, losing his whinny in broken, submissive moans with a cock in his arse.

"Oh... Yes... Fuck, yes... Ohhhh."

Ametrine smirked, working his hips, but he didn't slow down at all. That was not what he was there for, all as the little pill that he had slipped Madoc did its work. It was nothing that they hadn't discussed trying, at some point, before, but he doubted very much that Madoc even remembered the conversation. Which gave him the sweet element of surprise and the opportunity to give Madoc something that even he had never done before.

"Feeling alright there, colt?"

He teased, running his harder, hoof-like fingertips down Madoc's spine, the grey stallion arching like a slut into his touch. His hand ended at his rump, slapping the firm flesh, making the muscle jiggle and respond even under the slim layer of fat that was found there. The colt submissively hiked his tail even higher as he pumped out his wasted orgasm to the floor, hot stallion seed splattered to the barn floor, not even down a throat or into a waiting tail hole.

"Mmmph, oh, fuck yessss..."

But something strange was happening, the stallion's ears twitching as he sprawled out across the bale, trying to bring life back into his wobbling legs. He could get them under him, yes, to balance again, but his cock just wasn't getting any softer, not after orgasm, not like it should have been. Madoc rocked his hips experimentally, trying to work out what was wrong, but Ametrine only pinned him in place with a heavy, dominant hand between his shoulder blades, the stallion's eyes gleaming with his sense of claiming.

"Unff... Such a fucking slut, taking my cock like the needy fucking colt you are," he grunted, the slap of his hips bouncing off Madoc's arse filling the barn. "And if you beg for one orgasm like that...well...I'll fucking make you beg to make you _stop_cumming."

Madoc nickered and Ametrine already knew well enough what he was going through, for he had researched that brand of pills thoroughly beforehand. Just ones to spice up a sex life - but they lasted for hours, keeping the user hard and furthering their ability to orgasm.

Repeatedly. Which was where the stallion under him came into it, his flare remaining swollen, cock bobbing frantically up and down with the force of every one of Ametrine's thrusts. It was as if the Warlander's body was still turned on, still aroused, still every bit as on fire as he had been before. His cock didn't soften and his need rose, breath hitching, though Ametrine drank in the sight of that delicious little shudder he gave.

Oh, he was going to be enjoying a lot more of that as the afternoon progressed. And, if he was lucky, he would leave Madoc still with a wanton hard-on in his jeans by the time the others came back, forced to come back to his place later for relief.

At least, that was the plan. And that relief would be short-lived too...

Madoc groaned, rocking back, hooves scraping, cursing Ametrine under his breath. But all the stallion could think about was just how much he needed to cum all over again, need coursing through him, rocking back onto Ametrine's cock as if he had never had a dick in his life. The pressure of it within his tail hole, even how it ground up and over his prostate, practically forced him to beg for more, straining for it, even whining and clamping his tail hole down around Ametrine's pulsing shaft.

"What's that, colt?" He could hear the smirk in Ametrine's voice. "You want more, hm? One time cumming was not enough for a colt who's going to cum repeatedly until he begs for mercy?"

Madoc moaned, but he didn't have spare breath in his lungs for a snappy comeback. It was not as if that was all that easy either with a dick in his arse, though Ametrine surprised him by drawing back. His cock pulled from Madoc's tail hole, leaving a light gape behind, as he turned Madoc around onto his back, shoving him back up over the bale so that he had something to support his back and buttocks.

Lining his cock up again, Ametrine wasted no time in sinking his dick right back up where it belonged, Madoc groaning, his legs bent back towards his chest. The grey stallion didn't have the flexibility there, unfortunately, forced to splay his hooves out to the sides to get all of Ametrine into him, but it did mean that he could lock his gaze onto the stallion's body, drinking in all his muscles, the sheen of sweat on his chestnut coat. Fuck, he was hot and wicked too - two qualities that very much were difficult to take when put together. And even more difficult for him to ignore when they wound together, intricately, into such a sexy form.

He liked the evilness, the deviousness in Ametrine, wanting more of it. Yet his cock throbbed and ached, pushed closer and closer to orgasm all over again. The strain was still present in his body, however, as if his nuts really did know that there was a reason that he didn't need to cum again quite that soon. But there was nothing at all that Madoc could do about it as his hard-on bobbed and jerked against his stomach, splattering viscous pre-cum everywhere, still drooling and spurting as if he was cumming in that moment too. Yet he couldn't be, not then, even if the tightness in his groin grew, skin prickling, curling his fingers into the hay bale. Not that it would save him from the driving, pounding onslaught.

He had to bear through it, his tail hole clenching, not able to do anything to keep the stallion on. Not that he wanted to, though it was confusing as it was, grunting, groaning, rolling his hips up the best he could, though he couldn't make sense of everything. The pressure of sensation, making him cum again too quickly, being...

Mmm... It hit him in a flash of clarity, realisation blistering through. He was being milked, which was only made all the clearer as Ametrine took hold of his cock, stroking up and down, teasing his flesh, from the flare at the tip all the way down to the sheath.

"Go on..." The chestnut stallion grunted. "You want to cum, don't you? How good would it feel to cum right now, colt?"

Madoc moaned and shook his head. He thought that it would feel good, very good, but the problem there was that he knew that the rush of relief and smooth afterglow simply was not going to cum. He was going to be left more eager than ever, the height of his need finding a new ceiling with every throb of his cock. He needed it and yet he knew that there was no true satisfaction there, a rush of bliss and then...nothing but need.

But he couldn't help himself as Ametrine jacked him off, forcing him over the edge as Madoc squealed and tried to kick, though the dominant stallion was already in a powerful position over him. Madoc panted heavily through his nostrils, cum splattering his stomach, a few errant spurts even reaching his chest, his body thrumming with the high... But as soon as it arrived, it faded again, his body aching and throbbing, cock even harder than before.

"Unff... Please..."

"Ohhhh, so you're begging already, are you?"

Ametrine leaned over his prize, revelling in the moment. Oh, that was hot, to have the equine right where he wanted him already, whimpering, though Madoc had never been all that difficult to break. He would have been rendered more sensitive, but Ametrine was sure that it was the pressure and the knowledge of everything that was to come, the hard, rampant strokes of his cock burrowing deeply into the colt's backside. He didn't have to stop, greedily taking what was his due, slamming in, stroke after stroke, for his own climax.

"Think about how much better all of this is going to feel for me," he taunted Madoc, leaving his cock alone for the moment as he ground in. "How I'm going to cum and get you all slick and ready for more... But you're going to cum and cum again, milked of every drop of seed that your balls can hold...and still want more."

Of course, he did not say anything about the pill's ability to replenish what was in the colt's nuts too. That was a neat little thing, his body working overtime to do so, though he did not doubt in his mind that Madoc would be pretty tired when all was said and done, his body needing to rest after all that it had been put through.

But he took what he deserved too as he slammed in, pressing down on Madoc's legs just to bend them back a little more, just to show him a little more who was in control. It was not about being rough about it, just those little notes that proved the moment, even if Madoc was not in that sexy slut bridle at that time. Hm, maybe he should have gotten that out ahead of their fun...

Yet there was no time for that as need rose within the stallion with a flourish, Ametrine letting out a throaty grunt as he slammed in, thrusting as if his life depended on it. The stud stallion could not have stopped if he'd tried as his flare thickened inside Madoc and he watched, enraptured, as the horse under him flinched and twisted, pulling away from pleasure that was only going to mount further and further.

He neighed out his pleasure as he orgasmed, ropes of thick stallion cream flooding Madoc's backside, though Ametrine did not need anything more to slicken the path of his cock, not when the colt's backside was so loose around him already. The colt was a pro at taking dick, his dick, and he thrust without any care for Madoc's comfort, for he knew very much so that it was already a given.

If it ever wasn't, Madoc would say. But that very much was not the case as he flooded the grey stallion's backside with cream, some even oozing and drooling around his cock, leaking out at the point where their bodies joined. He stayed deep, relishing in the tightness, but even that proved to be too much for Madoc as his fat flare twitched - and the colt spent himself once again.

Madoc twisted his head back and forth, desperate, sweating, needy. Fuck, how had he gotten like that so quickly? Orgasm came, but the relief was not there, only a burst of pleasure - then nothing. Why wasn't anything there? Arousal clawed at him, demanding that he satisfy it, though there didn't feel as if there was anything that he could do. He was helpless, the stallion neatly stealing his right to cum with pleasure from him - true pleasure, at least.

It was sly and it was sneaky and something in Madoc pulled even harder towards Ametrine for it.

Fuck, the stallion was hot.

But he couldn't do anything, even though he wasn't bound. He may as well have been tied to the throbbing ache of his cock, the drooling spurts of cum marking his lower belly, for all the good that freedom did him. He panted and heaved, his nostrils tugging back and forth with the force of his breath raking through, the stallion caught up in the moment, though he only had eyes for the muscled god that was Ametrine.

Ametrine towered easily, bending his legs back even further, dominating him even without thinking about it, every thrust coming to him with casual ease. Yet, even as the chestnut stallion's abs tightened, he had to pull out, dragging his, very slowly, softening cock from Madoc's tail hole. The grey stallion grunted as he shivered in place, though he needed more, so much more, torn between the fact that he knew his orgasm was going to be strained and unsatisfactory, yet his body still craved it. And was that something that he could so easily set aside?

"Please..." He muttered, licking his lips, hoarser than he thought he was. "More... Am... Ametrine..."

Ametrine smirked, crooking his finger.

"Come here. Up on your hooves, colt. Let me look at you."

Madoc trembled but Ametrine appreciate just how quick he was to obey: that was something that he always appreciated in a submissive, even though Madoc, of course, was already so much more than that to him. He watched every muscle in the stallion's body, greedily taking in his due, though it was Madoc's mottled pink and grey cock that caught his attention the most, how hard it was. It just refused to soften under the influence of the pill and Ametrine grinned. So, everything was working just as he planned. Who could have known that such a little thing as that could have come to such sweet, sweet fruition?

Alas, he only had so much time there and the stallion was sure that he had at least a couple more orgasms to coax from Madoc at that time.

Madoc obligingly stood, even though he was shaky, every drop of snark gone from his lips. Ametrine still could not stop himself from smirking as he ran his hands over the stallion's body, landing a sharp smack on his arse that echoed through the barn as if he had struck the equine with much more force than he had.

CRACK!

Madoc twitched and jumped, but it was the moan on his lips and the desperate, almost glassy sheen of his eyes that told the true tale. There were plenty of bales left in that back barn to rest on, but Ametrine had other notes to pull on, glancing through one of the old, broken windows to the dimming light outside, the afternoon pulling closer towards sunset at the tail end of the day. The winter months were a shade colder and darker than most, though it was what went on in the dark of those months that were of the most interest to him.

"Hands on the wall, colt."

Madoc shuddered, cock twitching, still drooling pre-cum, though it was not as thick as it had been before, as if his body was finally struggling and straining to match up. But he couldn't stop, not when he was trying to be good, not when he was trying to find that satisfaction, clawing for it so desperately that it was as if his body had gone into fight or flight mode.

"Mmmph... Please..."

Ametrine pressed up behind him, running his hand down his back, admiring his form, but the only place his hand was meant to go was around to the front of the stallion's cock, grasping his dick. Madoc gasped as the stud, once again, took him for a ride, stroking his shaft in that brilliant blend of pain and pleasure, though, undoubtedly, the pleasure of submission and aching for orgasm overruled all else.

In time. The push and the twitch of his cock, as if it was trying to escape, was difficult for the first few strokes, though Ametrine nickered encouragingly to him. Getting a dick massage was not easy, but all he had to be was good, nothing more than a slut for Ametrine, his tail kinkily flagged and waving back and forth as if he could coax the stallion back into his arse by that alone. Of course, Ametrine had not taken any pills to make him wild with need and unable to find that true release, but the stallion would be more than able to go again soon enough.

He rocked into the touch of Ametrine's hand, not quite sure how long he could or would last. Madoc could normally judge his orgasms, but as his hooves scraped across the concrete, a stray strand of hay tickling his nose where he rested against the wooden wall, he didn't even know his own body anymore. And that was more exciting than even he could have anticipated. There was too much going on there in a sensory manner, moaning as his dick was handled, another hand landing on his backside.

But the hand there did not slap, not that time, but caressed, squeezing lightly, smoothing over the part that had been spanked before. Ametrine's fingers wriggled, questing for his tail hole, the gaping pucker of his doughnut, though Madoc was more than ready to accept him. He grunted as the stallion's fingers slipped inside, just two digits, but it was how they curled up against his prostate, stroking back and forth, that did it for him.

"Ohhhhhh, fuuuuck!"

He swore and stomped and cursed and lashed his tail as he climaxed, cock throbbing, simply unable to help himself. There was only so much that he could hold back, after all, though the force of that biting orgasm took even him by surprise. He slammed his buttocks back against Ametrine, a big part of him demanding more, always more, even of his stomach twisted.

For the relief was not there, even as pleasure blistered through, burning deep, snarling and demanding that he give it every last little bit of his attention. No matter how Madoc painted the wall of the barn with his dripping load, flare refusing to soften too, he couldn't find a way to ease that pressure in his nuts, churning and aching, tighter than they had ever been before.

"Unff... Please..."

"Come on, little colt," Ametrine coaxed, taking his slut well in hand, squeezing his cock but not releasing him. "You've got one more in you, before they come back. You can do that for me, can't you? You can be a good pony. For me."

Madoc moaned.

"Yes... But... Ohhhh..."

He couldn't get the words out, his tail flicking back and forth anxiously as he tried to release the tension inside him, but there was no manner of that, skin twitching all over in that equine fashion, that could do that for him. He needed more, so much more, groaning, yet all he had in him was to submit. The stallion leaned heavily on the wall, using it for support, though his legs trembled and shook even as Ametrine slipped down to the ground.

The fact that the dominant stud was down on his knees, however, did not mean that he was any less in charge, easily proving his power as he lipped and tugged, ever so lightly, at Madoc's cock. It did not slip entirely into his mouth, however, not quite, not as he played with the overly sensitive flare, Madoc's dick expecting orgasm as every fibre of the colt's being readied itself for orgasm, even when it had just had one.

Ametrine hid his grin as he suckled on the tip of Madoc's cock, running his tongue around the flare, his fingers caressing the medial ring. He was half twisted around Madoc's body so that he could keep his fingers in the stallion's backside at the same time, adjusting the angle of them so that he could keep pressing them, as much as possible, against his prostate. Yet Madoc would cum again, one way or the other, as Ametrine worked him over.

The colt lost himself a bit more, grunting and groaning, stomping as he became little more than a feral beast in the heat of the moment, skin prickling with desire. Arousal leapt and danced in his stomach, claiming his entire being, snapping at his heels with the urgency of a pack of wild dogs.

But he couldn't lust for it... He couldn't take it. He did and he didn't, one moment conflicting with the next, cock throbbing. Every pulse that run through his dick made him shudder, torn between grinding back onto Ametrine's fingers and thrusting into his hand and mouth. His lips tugged around the head and Madoc moaned, ears twitching, splaying out, not quite pinned. No, he could never pin his ears at Ametrine, not as that fraught tension built and built in his stomach.

And orgasm came, though he barely felt that he was present in his own mind, despite his body aching through every throbbing thrust, his cock tingling, pressure building, his flare thickening. The dip at the tip thickened with cum, spurting and pouring forth, though the actual spray was weaker than before, even though it felt like he was cumming harder than ever. Every muscle in his body, seemingly contacted, glutes tense, even squeezing so hard around Ametrine's fingers that the stallion stayed there, bearing down on his prostate, milking Madoc of every drop.

Ametrine worked him through it, coaxing his orgasm on and on, throb after throb coursing through. The pleasure slipped away and Madoc grasped for it desperately, half a squeal bursting from him, though, even then, he did not dare stomp, not when it would be against Ametrine. He panted heavily, lips parted even though he breathed through his nose, tongue ghosting out across his lips, though there was not enough saliva in there to moisten his lips as he would have liked.

Still, they had had time there, even as Ametrine slipped his fingers free and lapped down the length of Madoc's cock, teasing the medial ring. Of course, the stallion's dick did not soften, not even then, but it did not have to, not then, not as pump after pump of lust coursed through it. Murmuring softly to him, he helped steady him, though the stallion was still barely coherent, tail flicking anxiously in lust. He still needed to cum, still needed that relief, but the moment was gone, the day moving on without them - and there would be others back at the yard very soon. They couldn't hang about, but it was still up to Ametrine to take charge of the situation, to set Madoc up for sorting the last things at the yard on the return of the others.

"You're coming back to mine tonight," Ametrine growled, tucking Madoc's hard cock away, back into his pants, helping him dress again. "No question about it."

In the end, they didn't even make it back to Ametrine's place before they were fucking again, Ametrine in the driver's seat of his truck while Madoc rode him, cock bouncing before him as he bounced up and down on the stallion's thick meat. They shook the truck, still parked at the stable yard, but everyone else had left and, well, they were more than willing to take the risk.

Madoc climaxed with a shriek, spending his cream over the dashboard, splattering the steering wheel, yet Ametrine was far from done as he smirked and put the care into gear. Intent on fucking the colt all the way home, it was set to be a long night indeed, of working the pill out of Madoc's system.

But that, in stud milking, was something that they would both very much enjoy...