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All at once, there was a blossoming explosion of exquisite agony where blunt teeth bit hard against the colt's sweating neck. He cried out without even thinking, an indecipherable yowl that roared from the deepest recess of his chest until his lungs were spent for air. The pained, guttural moan scratched and clawed for purchase in his throat until it inevitably lost its grip and slipped into little more than a mewling whimper. Breathless and trembling, his surrendering quiet did nothing to stop the aching throb still burning through his nape as the stallion bearing down on him refused to relinquish its prey.

If anything, the draft horse seemed to enjoy grinding down harder on the young male right to the cusp of nearly breaking the skin. It took all the colt's resolve to keep himself held upright on all fours as directed, especially after an eternity enduring this and many more bites up and down his body. It also didn't help how the stallion refused to leave the submissive male's hole alone and unviolated for a single second throughout. Switching between plugs and fingers only to go back again, there didn't seem to be a moment where the colt wasn't feverishly trying to keep pace with the stallion between getting stretched open and being peppered in welting teeth marks. At that moment he had been filled with an uncomfortably large plug, but it would only be so long until it would be replaced with the stallion's prying fingers. It truly felt as if there was no end in sight to the relentless torment with the stench of sweat, musk, lube, and god knows what else, the fraying pain that radiated through the colt's core, the sweltering heat of the room, and the overwhelming presence of the sadistic stallion responsible for it all...

The pressure of teeth left his neck though the pain lingered on, but there was a new warmth breathing against his ear as the stallion loomed just over his shoulder,

"Do you know how hot you look when you're in pain?" Even if he had been expected to answer, the colt didn't reply. He didn't have the strength or the composure to find a response, though he feared what he could even say to such a dark, twisted question. "But I think it's sexier when you scream..."

On cue, the stallion immediately sunk down on the boy's neck once again, finding just the right spot to overlap with where they had bitten before. With a blend of old and new pain, the colt sucked in a ragged breath only to let it go a split second later to desperately howl much to the delight of his torturer. Once more, the stallion refused to let go until his victim had fallen into a breathless, simpering silence with a raw throat, inside and out.

"Definitely sexier..." The stallion hissed with a sly, self-satisfied tone. "You should do it more often. But then we don't want to break you, or else it won't be as fun anymore..." Fingers slid gingerly around the plug sunken into the colt's rump, tips pressing just against the rim and threatening to push in deeper. The smaller horse quivered under the sensation, weakly moaning as the stallion continued with absent thought, "Well, not as fun for you, for me though..." As the words trailed off, the colt's whimpers renewed in an unconscious chorus to what else was in store for him, though it seemed the stallion had a streak of mercy that finally chose to surface. "Whiskey though, how are we doing? You alright, boy?"

Sluggishly, the colt tried to shake his head, though the fresh bites down his neck flared as he did so. However, the ground rules stated that verbal communication was expected unless his mouth was otherwise... occupied. As such, the stallion didn't accept the gesture,

"Martyn, you're gonna need to speak up, sweetie." The paw moved from his rear to his mane, fingers now threaded through his bedraggled locks to clear his vision. He could see the stallion's face better now, where concerned eyes met his own and that voice softened its edge, "If you need a break, just ask, but if I don't know what state you're in I'm gonna have to pull the plug."

Martyn snickered, though the sound was a struggle to make and barely audible,

"Literally or figuratively?"

While the concern might have remained in the stallion's gaze, it was slowly being eroded away by mixed relief and bemusement. The larger horse smirked and snorted aloud with a soft head shake,

"You're relentless."

"And you're not?"

"Maybe," the stallion's fingers tightened in the colt's mane, ever so lightly tugging back Martyn's head in his grasp, "But then I'm the one in charge. Isn't that right, boy?"

"Sure..." His mane was yanked even more forcefully and finally reaching the brink of pain. The stallion's face darkened as he asserted himself over the colt.

"If you're not giving up, then you're gonna answer me properly. So try that again, slave."

"Sorry, sir... I mean, yes sir. You're in charge, Master Dischord."

"That's better..." Martyn felt his mane fall free from the stallion's hold, "Good boy. But I still need an answer, where are you at? Less, more, move onto something else...?"

Being given the choice was always a minefield of dreaded possibilities, as Martyn knew that no matter what he picked it would eventually veer into territory that saw him suffering as a consequence. Of course, that was by design and welcomed with consent, but it all came down to whether he left he had enough left in him to endure. Martyn relished being able to serve for the pleasure of others, even if that meant it came through his own pain, and Dischord was just such a sadist who sought exactly that.

Deep down, he knew he couldn't handle much more of the literal love bites as his skin itched with the persisting marks across every inch imaginable. So he was sure to suggest less of that, but in turn that meant more of something else, and he struggled to think what could replace Dischord's hunger for more of his slave's agony. Rolling through a litany of options he knew the stallion might like made him shrink inwardly at the thought of, almost to a point where he feared he might actually have to throw in the towel. But that didn't feel right, like there was some dissatisfied knot within him yet to be unfurled, all while Dischord seemed keen to carry on if he was given the go-ahead.

As his body shuddered involuntarily through the aches and pains, his muscles clenching around the soft plug still sitting inside him led him to his choice. In spite of the exhaustion crawling through him, it was something he wanted as much as he knew Dischord would enjoy, as tame as it might seem.

"Kilo golf, sir," Martyn finally muttered, steeling himself anew as he dug deep to find some overlooked willpower drifting around, "But please could you just put your cock in me? I don't mind a rough fuck, but just... y'know..."

The stallion hummed softly in consideration, his paw already sneaking its way back to his plugged ass to trace around its base.

"Okay... Let's say we're at a ten now, where do you want to be instead?"

"About a seven or eight, I think? Just no more biting and maybe less degradation and more praise..."

The stallion's eyes flashed with pleased certainty, his expression finally settling into a more fitting lecherous grin as Martyn gave himself over to him. Dischord nodded, licking his lips as he hunkered closer to his slave,

"Oh sure, we can definitely do that. I'll just have to push you to your breaking point another day..." Huge, heavy paws groped over Martyn's body as the dominant stallion moved himself into position. His sheer size dwarfed the colt which only made Martyn quake with reluctant anticipation, the reality of his choice creeping in once Dischord's shadow fell over him. As much as his mind might have fixated on the stallion's promise of future torture, his body was quickly taking control as Dischord sidled up to him. "But you'll still feel so good wrapped around my cock either way."

Martyn felt the stallion tighten his grip around the plug's base, no longer content it seemed to just tease the colt by probing and massaging at the periphery. He didn't recall how long it had been inside of him, but as he felt the toy begin to pull back in Dischord's grasp he knew it must have been some time given how his ass resisted them both. Wheezing sharply under his breath, Martyn balled his fists against the bedspread and gritted his teeth as the stallion indifferently pulled the plug without a second thought. An immense weight suddenly expelled itself from his hole leaving him uncomfortably numb and empty, acutely aware of the sensation of his stretched rim left open for fingers to slide back in and replace them. It was close to being the stallion's full fist, perhaps just shy at four fingers, as Dischord played with his boy's gaping ass and savored the delicate groans Martyn huffed out.

"So warm and loose," Dischord said with a slur of arousal, rolling fingers in and around Martyn's ass to churn the slime of lube still swimming inside, "You were born to take my cock. The perfect little cock sleeve, right?" The stallion's paw started to guide Martyn's hips back, the distance between them becoming so short that he could feel Dischord's intense heat drenching him and his own sweat dripping over his sore hide. "You're gonna be such a good boy and take every inch. All the way to the balls, otherwise you're not gonna feel full and complete, are you?"

"No sir..." Martyn arched his back as the stallion's fingers slipped from his hole with only a few scant seconds until he felt the brutal, bludgeoning head of Dischord's manhood take their place. "I live only for your cock."

"That's right, boy. You're mine. All mine."

Just as Dischord breathed the last syllable, he pushed himself forwards, meeting only a brief moment of resistance until his fat flare sunk into the colt's ass. Martyn grimaced from the sharp shove, his body suddenly forced to stretch and accommodate the draft stallion's size as Dischord slid inside. Fighting the urge to buck away or beg for him to stop, Martyn sucked deep lungfuls of air as inch after inch Dischord eased himself deeper into his boy's guts. With the intense pressure burying its way through him, the slow pace was itself its own agony as Dischord took his time. It seemed to have been another eternity in itself when Martyn felt the bloated medial ring glide past his rim marking a rough halfway point for them both.

"You're doing so good, sweetheart, just keep breathing like that. Nice and slow, we've got all the time in the world..."

Whether Martyn could control himself any longer was irrelevant at this point, as even if he had tried he could feel the stallion's strength overpowering his body. Dischord seemed single-minded in guiding the colt further down his shaft, solely intent on seeing him wholly impaled on his cock. With measured rolls of his hip, the stallion ground the remaining inches deeper and deeper into Martyn all while ignoring his meek protesting groans until the inevitable had been achieved. The colt felt giant, swollen balls suddenly rest underneath his caged cock, pubic fur pressed just under his tail, and his body falling flush to the larger horse's as Dischord pulled himself impossibly close.

"There you go," he cooed into Martyn's ear, his arms wrapping around the colt's body possessively as he held him firm with two feet of horse flesh sunk deep into his anatomy, "Right to the hilt. How's it feel? Do you feel full? Bet it feels good, right boy?"

"Yes s-sir..." His voice couldn't stop the tremor, his whole body was awash with that same feverish discomfort as Dischord pinned him in place. His ass felt impossibly stretched to the point of splitting in two, his entire stomach struggling around the frighteningly long cock buried inside him, and there was nothing he could do to stop the stallion from leaving him there.

"Of course it does. It's what you wanted. My cock inside you. I wonder how long we can keep it there," Dischord's paws stroked over his slave's gut, rubbing tenderly against the unmistakable swell of his own endowment to elicit fresh quivers from the colt. "You're gonna be a good boy and go for as long as you can, right sweetie?"

"Y-yes s-sir..."

"Good boy."

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