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This is a naughty story that is not suitable for minors. I assume you came here under your own volition with the wish to consume homosexual anthropomorphic pornography.

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Hello y'all!

A quickie this time, a bit different style, and a bit different subject, hopefully to many reader's approval.

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Have an...intense, read, I hope!

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Hector's cock drooled pre while he looked down at the brown stallion kneeling in front of him, head hung down, ears flat with submission, while the Sheppie eyed his prey. Canine fingers stroked over the thick,slick length of the imposing shaft jutting out of the brow and black dog's groin, and the smell of sex hung heavy in the air, despite the fact that they had not even touched each other yet. The stallion's cock pulsed and hung in the air, unattended and neglected for now.

"You know what you have to say, Scott," Hector growled while his paw stroked teasingly across his ripped belly and chest.

The stallion's downcast eyes dared a peek at the male hovering above him, concentrating on the pillar of pink flesh adorned by a knot as big as an apple, or so it seemed, from his lopsided angle. Scott swallowed and threw his head back, briefly, before he looked down to the plastic floor again, huffing quietly. The dog's tail wagged.

"Please, Hector, I need your cock, please. You haven't fucked me since last night and my ass feels so empty without your cock in there, please, Hector, I...I beg you to fill me, please..."

The dog snorted and moved, filling the air with his musk while his thick cock bounced with each step, making a rigid slap against the canine's belly with every movement while Hector circled the hunched form of the brown stallion kneeling on the floor. His head was hung low while he spoke in a quiet, almost whimpering voice, still telling how much he needed Hector's cock inside him, right there and then. He corrected his submissive posture, briefly, creating a quiet jingle when the wrist pieces of the shiny metal handcuffs holding Scott's hands tied behind his back clinked against each other.

"All day at work I couldn't concentrate because whenever I moved I'd imagine that I was not sitting on the chair but on your lap...Hector...please...I wanted to be sitting on your cock, to have it deep in me, inside the hole where it belongs..."

The stallion whimpered some more as he heard Hector growl, low and deep, behind him, followed by the fleshy sound of his paw moving up and down on his angry, pink erection. The cock was practically making the air steam with sexual energy, its scent, its very presence, it's existence, the knowledge that such a piece of meat was so close to Scott's revealed and bared hindquarters made the horse nicker softly.

"...during lunchbreak I had to go to the toilet stalls and finger myself, hoping that it was your cock inside me and not my fingers..." the almost dull, hopeless litany continued, but still the Sheppie evaded the stallion's field of vision, staying off to his side, watching the kneeling stallion continue his mental submission.

The mention of self-play made his ears flatten, baring Hector's teeth and bring out a growl from him. He could see the pitiful, reduced, once proud stallion shiver as he stepped close, behind the stallion, and grabbed his mane, thick and luxuriously caramel-colored, to yank his head back.

They were face to face, locked in the moment, saliva dripping from between a row of vicious teeth and into the stallion's open maw. Hector clenched his paw.

"Did you cum, Scott?" Hector grunted dangerously.

Despite his predicament, Scott shook his head, briefly.

" No, no, Hector, never that...!" he whimpered. "Only long enough to feel at least a little hint of the pleasure I can only get when I am with you, Hector...forgive my weakness..."

Hector growled some more, and tugged on the flowing mane once more before he released Scott's head, giving his neck a shove to make sure that he would assume the position meant for him, kneeling with his head down like a good sub should do for his master. The posture exposed his rump, wide, flared hips, perfectly smooth and unblemished, a fine piece of male ass, with owner's rights given for Hector, the Sheppie standing above the stallion, grunting and leaking pre over his contoured back. He lifted his right footpaw and nudged the nearest rump cheek with his toes, feeling its complete firmness from the mildest of kicks applied to that slab of muscle belonging to the subby stallion.

"Good job, Scott," the Sheppie rumbled, his breaths coming faster now, less controlled than before.

He needed to fuck, he needed that ass, and it was his to take, so why prolong the agony?

They had been at it for two hours no, sliding slowly towards the complete domination of the stallion by Hector's scent and voice only, without touch, only using his radiant sexual energy as his weapon, to tease the horse's submissive streak until it could take no more.

The begging had been going on for half an hour, and Hector was starting to understand where the proverb "like a faucet" came from.

"Put your ass up," another nudge for that chocolate rump.

Scott didn't even nicker when he craned his head down even more and shuffled his knees backwards in an attempt to push his round rump to the desire position. His stringy tail fell to the side as if by instinct, revealing the wrinkled, black, glistening skin of his anus. Even the strands of black hair surrounding his hole and his taint gleamed in the harsh light. He seemed to hold his breath, for the only thing Hector heard was the stallion's heartbeat, racing for the final gallop.

He didn't bother with the tub of Vaseline on the nearby shelf, for it would have been redundant, considering that he knew what kind of pre-play routine the stallion had. He'd be ready for taking, he knew that already when he knelt down and pushed his knees against the stallion's thighs and held him in with his very fucking muscles, while a paw pushed his slick cockhead directly into the stallion's quivering pucker.

"Say it or I won't start."

"Fuck me, please." Scott's voice was muffled, out of breath.

Hector's body crashed down upon the stallion, taking his whole body while his hips were shoved forward, impaling the submissive horse with a single stroke of cock through his anus and into his lubed rectum. The horse lifted his head and his maw opened in a loud groan when he felt the beer can thickness of that four-inch shaft tear him open, spreading his well-trained muscles as wide as they ever could be with that single act of lust from the Sheppie. His blunt tip only just reached Scott's prostate and ground into it, pressing onto that juicy nut inside his hot back passage, although the pressure was only brief. The dog wanted to fuck and he did it hard and fast, uncaring for any finesse. His hips did not roll, they simply went in and out, without control, without technique beyond the most primal urge to shove his fat cock into something warm and wet and put his seed in there.

Scott nickered, moaned and wailed when he was pounded by the beer can-sized cock, pounding into him relentlessly from behind. Hector wagged his tail, its each movement sending a tightening sensation into his own anal muscles, making his tail tunnel and his hole squeeze around the stainless steel butt plug pushed into his own ass, to stimulate his prostate with each and every movement of his body. Each push of that carefully manufactured toy felt like a jolt of energy in his balls, coaxing the alpha dog to fuck even harder, for every thrust and counterthrust brought another sensation.

It was as if he was fucking himself, he thought dully, deep in the haze of the rut. He controlled his own pleasure on both sides, both equally strong and dominant. As much as he dominated his stallion's ass he dominated his own, for none else would've been allowed to do such a thing for Hector, the Sheppie was fucking sure about that while he drilled into his stallion's springy ass. The juicy, thick folds of the orifice into which he was fucking caressed his thick flesh, as if it was a paw tugging on him with all of its strength. Each tug was responded by one from within his own body, pushing him onwards.

Scott was quiet, for begging when you already had what you wanted would be impolite for his Hector...wouldn't it imply that he wasn't getting everything he could already, when Hector could not give more? The Sheppie's relentless thrusting burned in both of their bodies, causing sweat to gather in Scott's ass crack and flow down to the sloppy conjunction of cock and ass, the pink, violated muscle held open by a cock that was almost as thick as it was long. The outer side of that ringed pucker was continuously teased by the big knot, seeking entry into the hole that belonged to Hector.

When the muscles started to give away, Scott ceased to be a stallion. He became a hole to breed, nothing more, just a hot opening for the Sheppie to push his cock into and fuck it until he'd spill his cum deep into that hole.

The stallion had become a cunt, and he knew that very well, for that knowledge burned in his mind as much as in his belly, when he felt the apple-sized ball of flesh try to tear itself into his body and claim it as the Sheppie's sloppy cunt.

The groan of overworked flesh reached their ears faster than the groans and growls associated with the act of tying, when a dirty, slick pop signified that this final stage had been reached. Scott's body had given up any semblance of control and now only belonged to Hector, to be bred and filled as much as he liked, and that moment was now.

Hector seeded his stallion's cunt in a series of hot, long spurts of watery cum that kept going on for several minutes, just like he had read it happened when his feral cousins or ancestors mated.

The rush of hot liquid inside his bowels caused Scott's own ten inches erupt, spraying his face with a fresh offering of cum. It reeked in the small room, filled it as much as the Sheppie's musk had done before. The scents mixed, mingled and became more potent, as if gaining strength from each other.

The stallion's strength had been given up to the Sheppie the moment he accepted to be bred and taken, and that Hector had done, to the fullest. He was tied to his stallion's cunt, not a mare cunt, but the hungry, filled hole of a stallion, a strong male whose strength mattered none when he was faced with his master.

Scott let out a satisfied, deep groan, and collapsed onto his cum-stained face and chest, satisfied with the dull heat and pulsing ache in his loins that were filled by the Sheppie's beer can-sized cock and impressive knot. The bulb of flesh kissed the inside of the stallion's well-trained, distended, cum-filled hole, and was in no hurry to leave.

Deep in Hector's body, still more spasms pumped more cum out of his piss slit and into the pool of heat and slick dominance contained with the stallion's rump for now. Hector's cock throbbed and jumped inside its own liquid cocoon of sexual energy.

Hector's growling breaths as he lay down on his stallion's back assured both of them of the knowledge that he would look after his horse, keep them both safe and satisfied with each other. He'd just have to remember to feed the stallion's cunt with regular amounts of powerful doggie seed, and the urge would be satisfied...at least until the burn could only be controlled by one way.

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