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Slavery did not have perks, at least not if one was sane. The loss of personal freedom should never outweigh whatever enjoyment gained from being under the boot - the hoof in his case - of another being. Eric suspected that's why his trainers went so far to break him. Not so far that he couldn't form coherent thoughts, or sentences, or fail to follow orders, a good slave was one that lasted long under its owner's care and kept their interest. He just needed to be cracked enough to enjoy every order given without question.

Which was why Eric enjoyed the 'perks' of his enslavement. Some nights he got to sleep in his master's bed without getting fucked (though he still pushed for it. His master's pleasure was his pleasure). Sometimes he'd be given a delicious treat from Saemus's kitchen, though rarely it lacked a healthy dosage of his owner's seed drenched over it. The black stallion tended to eat pineapple on the regular just for that.

But tonight's perk was not a delicious meal or a good night's sleep playing little spoon to his big burly master. No, Saemus told him that morning he had a special gift for the tiger as a reward for how well he'd performed with the stallion's friends. A gift he still did not clarify as they walked out toward the stable at his master's estate. A wide green patch of grass with few trees spotted the landscape, broken off by a circle of trees surrounding the entire place in the distance. His cock shivered against the evening wind, but the yank of his leash kept him moving.

"When I originally bought you, your profile listed you as naturally bisexual. Think that's still true, given how I haven't given you any pussy since?" Saemus grinned with his tease. Eric nodded. One didn't stop being bi just because they'd been one kind of partner for years. And even if it weren't true, it didn't matter. Plenty of slaves were trained to kick the concept of sexuality to the curb. They fucked who their owners told them to, whether they liked it or not. Most grew to like it to save face. Others, well, broken products had uses.

"Good. Cause the lasses have been asking for ya and they've been good enough." Saemus opened the stable doors, letting his hooves echo as Eric followed him inside. Like Eric, Saemus had no problem with his preferences and owned slaves of all types to suit his fancy. Most of them, unlike Eric, had other duties than being the master's personal hole. From waitstaff, maids, maintenance, and more, Eric noted them all by the collars around each neck.

This made the two mares waiting for them not a complete surprise. One chestnut-furred bay Marwari mare sat atop a hay bale, her eyes peering down to lock on Eric's cock before noticing his face. The other was a gray Arabian mare with lighter spots across her coat and a confused look dotting her face, one that grew bashful the moment their master walked in. Given her nudity, Eric had trouble understanding why.

Saemus named them off starting with the chestnut mare. "Melissa, Elizha, Eric. As a reward for being such loyal girls, you get the honor of breeding with my personal hole. Now, bear in mind that Eric here hasn't used his cock much since I enslaved him, so he'll be rusty. Be clear in what you want, and don't be boring." He unhooked the leash, pulled out a stool, and sat by the corner, leaning back with his fingers tented and his kilt spread.

Melissa didn't give him time to process, having already prodded his chest and standing over him. Eric, having grown used to being looked down upon in a country of equines, looked up with a smile as he waited for her request.

"You're a cute one," Melissa stated, pinching his cheeks, "I was hoping for someone a bit more manly, but Saemus loves his twinks."

"Is that what he is?" Elizha asked, eyes glued to his cock, "I thought twinks were small."

"He is small."

"Compared to stallions, yes. But he seems big for a tiger, don't he?"

Melissa brushed her friend's comment off and pushed him down. "Listen you, before we start with the fucking I want some foreplay. You ever eat pussy before?" He nodded. His breaking involved more than just cock becoming the forefront of his desires. "Good." Finding a blanket to rest on, the mare widened her legs to spread her lower lips. "Then get to licking."

Albeit a bit out of practice, Eric peered over to his master. By the stallion's grin, he knew to obey, raising his bare ass high to give him a good view while he crawled over to the mare. The heat of her desire brushed his face. With care he dragged his tongue across it, then again, feeling out her places of pleasure.

Melissa, building a theme if Eric had to gather, was vocal about it. "Higher. Higher. Toy with my clit you daft-Oh fuck...there it is." She bit her lip as his rough tongue lathered her pretty pink clit, "That's it. Right there. Slow, build it up."

"Say please," Eric said, his chin wet with her as he smiled. She stared daggers at him but a swift tsk from Saemus kept her in line. There was only one dominant in this room. The rest obeyed no one else.

"Please...and thank you," the mare said with a sigh, followed by a gasp at Eric's technique.

Elizha watched from the sidelines. Occasionally, from the glimpses Eric could see while face deep in Melissa, she'd peer over and look like she had a question only to stay silent. "You got something on your mind, Elizha?" Saemus asked.

"Well, I'm just wondering what I could do."

"What do you want him to do?"

"Well, I couldn't just ask him to stop with Melissa. She's enjoying herself."

A heavy hand cracked over Saemus's leg as he laughed. Catching his breath, he shook his head in disbelief over her politeness, "Lass, lass, lass, you can do what you want. But if you really need some direction, why don't you just tongue his ass?"

Despite his current focus Eric easily imagined the confused and repulsed expression on Elizha's face at the suggestion by the gasp alone. "What? But that's gross."

"What's gross about it? I make sure to keep it clean, just like I do with yours."

"S-Sure, but," she stammered on excuses until Melissa's frustration took voice when she could no longer dig her fingers into Eric's skull.

"Oh for fucks sake, Elizha. Just tongue his ass already. If you won't, then just shut up and watch me take all this bastard's breeding stock for myself."

Eric had doubts Melissa could demand that as this wasn't just their reward. If he wanted to fuck that cute but shy Arabian mare, he'd do it until the sun came up. He might as well have given how Melissa's attitude prompted him to shove off and make his way to Elizha.

Elizha stopped him. Her soft hands spread his cheeks apart for her warm tongue sampling his trained hole. Always the rimmer, Eric caught himself pausing from the massage bracing his backside. To add icing on the cake she even pumped his cock, utterly lost in servicing him.

"Ok, that's enough." Melissa pushed Eric off who had to deftly twist so as not to harm Elizha. "Get your dick out and fill me up."

"Say please," Eric commanded, wiping his face clean. Melissa turned red at that and Saemus laughed before repeating Eric's command. Whatever line she walked grew thinner by the second.

"Please, fuck me." She asked through clenched teeth, holding her legs behind her head without pause. Though his size didn't compare to a stallion, she still huffed and gasped once his head sank between her folds. The thrust of his hips built slowly to acclimate her pleasure. Not for her, she'd been too rude for Eric to care much. But just filling her wasn't enough, not with his master watching, cock out and casually pumping at the display between his three slaves.

Not content to keep watching, Elizha circled to her sister slave. With a kiss she muffled the chestnut mare's moaning, free hands occupying the mare's bouncing breasts. A grope, a pinch, even a twist of a nipple between pressing and rubbing. A budding sadist if Eric had to guess.

Bucking his hips Eric pulled the mare's thighs up as handrails to brace for his increasing pace. Melissa cried out for more whenever Elizha's kiss broke. Harder. Faster. Deeper. All the while she did nothing but take it. If Saemus noticed he said nothing, more focused on his enjoyment from the voyeur's lane.

Feeling the pressure build-up to its peak, Eric slammed his waist down deep. Once. Twice. Thrice. His body rippled with hers as the warmth of her cunt coiled tight around him with her clenching. What leftovers of his seed seeped from his cock as he pulled out, utterly drenched in her juices.

"I'm not done," Melissa argued, "Finish me off."

"That wasn't the reward, Melissa," Saemus dropped his tone deep to remind everyone of the pecking order. "You got to be bred by my tiger. If you wanted an orgasm, you should have worked for it, not lay about like a dead fish."

The fields of care he had for Melissa's complaints grew more barren with Elizha's gaze. She crawled over to him, breasts swaying back and forth with her tense breathing. Before he knew it the mare straddled him, her breath hot against his face with her whisper. "I'm next." The mare exuded confidence emboldened by desire.

"I'll need a moment," Eric said in earnest. Amber eyes looked into him as if scouring his soul to find the truth. She smiled softly, cupping his chin for a steady kiss that stole his breath away. No words were spared between them when they broke apart. She trailed down his body, layering it with soft kisses and tiny nips before reaching the tiger's cock. Still drenched in his and Melissa's mixed fluids, she paid it no mind and took it into her maw.

Heart-pounding moans escaped him as he watched her take it all. Her eyes stayed locked on him throughout, filled with hunger her mouth couldn't satiate. The tiger's cock stood solid, coiled in the warmth of her tongue and chilled by the night air when she vacated.

"Have you had your moment?" She asked.

Eric nodded, loss for words.

Pushed to his back, Elizha hovered over his cock and held him down with both hands. Powerful legs helped her sink down his rod and kick her back up, riding him slow at first for her pleasure. His protests were silenced with another kiss, this one mixed with the tastes of all three slaves.

Her hips slammed into his. Each pull sucked his life and demanded more. The wet slaps of their bodies bounced off the walls until she groaned in pleasure. At that he saw his chance and pushed her over, climbing up her body to thrust into her instead. Saemus laughed, stroking his cock as he watched two slaves battle for dominance.

The battle turned to a dance. A balancing act where one fed the other in equal amounts. Elizha cried for more and, unlike with Melissa, he answered. Eric wished for her to tighten and she delivered. His hands held her breasts as her legs locked him behind her, becoming one.

The pleasure surging through him didn't stop his legs. He continued until she asked him to stop, and begged him for rest. By then his rod ached in the open, pulsing and drenched from doing the duty he'd denied it for so long.

"Well, I'd say they're both thoroughly bred. Wouldn't you?" Saemus clapped his lap. Cruxing his finger he called Eric over. The white tiger crawled over the floor, his body ready to give out at any moment. The musk of his master's mast empowered him and by the time he reached the stallion heavy hands held him up. Twisting Eric around to view his handiwork of two tired mares laying on the floor, Saemus pressed his flat-headed cock against the loose and wanting backdoor.

"Why don't we show these sluts what real breeding is like?"