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This story was inspired by a very talented writer who has kept me quite entertained. This is dedicated to Hooves.

Warning: This story deals with male/male bondage, ball play and neutering. Reader discression is advised.

The zebracorn wasn't sure where he took the wrong turn, but he found himself lost and wandering in an unfamiliar forest. The canopy of the trees was thick, blocking out most of the sun and casting dark shadows on the ground below where the myth was trying to find his way. The deeper he walked the more cautious he became, the forest was known to have hunters who would love nothing more than to get their hands on a powerful stud like himself and use him and is magical powers for their own desires. He had the feeling he was being watched, could feel eyes on him, checking him out as he walked. The feeling was a little unsettling but at the same time the mischievousness zebra wondered who was out there. He stopped and looked around, above him he saw what looked like white moss hanging from the trees, swaying in the slight breeze. It seemed to shimmer as the light reflected off of it, he had never seen anything like it. He slowly turned, looking around him, when suddenly something dropped from above and stop short of the ground, bouncing slightly in front of him. "What the...", the zebracorn gasped as he took a few steps back. Hanging in front of him was something he had never seen, it was a half human, half spider creature, suspended from a thin strand of webbing.

"Well, look who wandered in here today.", the thing said, as it bounced up sightly, spun in mid air, righting itself and landing on its four legs. It crossed its four arms in front of his torso and stood there looking at the myth. Clearly they were equally surprised by each other. Looking the zebra up and down it said, "I've never seen anyone like YOU before."

The zebracorn stood with his eyes wide staring at this new creature, "Well that makes two of us", he said as the shock turned to curiosity. He noticed that it was obviously a male that he was looking at. The musculature of his chest and arms was definitely that of a man, but just to make sure he walked to the side, tilting his head down and looked between the thick legs. The zebracorn smiled, no matter what this thing was it had a nice set of balls!

The creature noticed the myth checking him out and spread his legs a little wider, giving the zebra a better view. "You like what you see, big guy?", it asked as it shook its legs, making his cock and balls swing under him. He had a feeling that this striped creature might be just what he was looking for and felt like being a little playful in order to lure him in.

The zebreacorn looked up and took a step back, "Sure do", he replied licking his lips. Then, regaining his composure, he shook his head and asked, "What... who ARE you?", he asked.

"Just call me T-lad. As far as I know I'm the only one of my kind, I've never found another like me. I was born human but soon after my 11th birthday I started changing, developing two extra arms and legs. My parents were terrified of me and so I ran away to the forest and have been here ever since."

"That sounds like a lonely life', the zebracorn replied.

"I've gotten used to it. And every now and then someone like you comes along. Big, strong stallions like yourself are rare around these parts. Especially ones with horns.", T-man said as he looked at the zebracorns magical horn.

"Name's Hooves, nice to meet you T-lad. We have something in common because I'm the only zebracorn that I know of. Two lone studs, so to speak."

"You got that right," T-man said as his eyes wandered over the muscled body that stood before him. Moving on his 4 legs he walked to the side of Hooves, he reached out and ran his hand down the side of the zebra's firm body. "You are quite the specimen my friend.", he said. "I'm gonna have fun with you, that's for sure", he said as he reached out with all four of his hands now, going around in back of the powerful myth.

Getting a little nervous but excited at the same time Hooves shifted back and forth uncomfortably, "Fun with me, eh? What kind of fun are you talking about...", he began to ask just as he felt two strong hands grip his tight ass, then slip lower under his tail, graze his tight hole, then slip between his strong legs and gently grasp his dangling, velvety soft sac.

"Oh yeah, nice and smooth, just like I like em", T-lad moaned as his hands gripped the two huge male orbs. Pulling on them a bit, testing their weight, feeling the warmth coming from them. His other two hands went back to that perfect ass, fingers sliding around the hard muscled mounds.

Hooves was a little taken back by the brazen nature of this guy, clearly he was more than a little interested in his new found stallion, but he was cautious, there was something about him, about this place, that made him uneasy. "Hey Man, careful back there... you always latch on to a stud's balls the moment you meet him?", he asked with a chuckle, trying to disarm the situation. He spread his legs a little, trying to get comfortable with the four hands feeling him up. He tried to step forward, to give himself a little space, but as soon as he did he felt a sharp pull on his nuts. "AHH, Hey, what the...", he gasped.

"Ah, ah, ah", T-man said slowly shaking his head back and forth almost in a trance as he stared at what was in his hands, "just where do you think you're going, Hoofie?" He pulled back a little harder on those super soft, yet solid balls, feeling them squirm in his hand, he could almost sense the raw power they contained... and he had to have it!

Surprised by the sudden yank on his sac Hooves instinctively went forward on his hands, raised his back legs and kicked. T-lad had been expecting such a reaction and was prepared, the powerful legs kicked up and back just as the spider bent down and used raised two of his hands at the same time. Thin, sticky webbing shot out from his wrists and latched on to each of Hooves' feet. Then at amazing speed the other ends of the webbing shot up and secured themselves to a low hanging branch. The Zebracorn's powerful legs were now spread wide and pulled up in back of him.

He hadn't intended on hurting the spider with his kick, just wanted to scare him a little. He shot his legs back up high and wide hoping to knock T-Lad back on his ass. His kick was met with thin air, though, and then he felt something warm and wet on his feet. He brought his legs back down, or tried to, but found they were being pulled back by some kind of elastic. "Uh... hey... what the hell!" Still leaning forward on his hands he tried to pull his legs down again, but something was holding them in place. He kicked and bucked those super strong legs of his, muscles flexing as he tried to free himself. He turned his head from side to side trying to look back and see what had him trapped. He saw the super thin webbing attached to his feet and tried to kick it off, but it was no use, the sticky webbing held tight. "Hey, come on man, what the hell. Why...", he grunted as he continued to kick and pull, realizing that his powerful legs were now useless, pulled wide like they were. He started to panic a little, this guy had neutralized his most powerful defense in a matter of seconds, what else was he capable of? He bent his head down so he could look under him, trying to see where T-Lad had gone. He saw his heaving pecs, his ripped abs, his soft hood housing that massive, sleeping male tool of his, and... oh shit... his heavy, dangling balls swinging back and forth, vulnerable and exposed. He grunted as he tried to bring his legs together to offer them some kind of protection but it was no use, the stretchy webbing gave him a little movement but not enough for him to offer any kind of cover for his mythical male eggs!

His eyes widened and then he gasped as he saw two hands coming up under his swinging sac, each one aiming to latch on to a ball. He kick harder, trying with all his strength to keep those hands away from his most vulnerable parts. "NO! No way man! Get your hands away from them!!", he yelled as he continued to kick, making his balls swing back and forth, a moving target now. "I don't know what you're after or why you... ah... nnooooo.... ah.... Gods.... what the hell man....", his yell became more of a breathless cry as he felt the warm fingers softly grip his dark, smooth sac. They opened up, spread around each of his orange sized orbs and began to stroke them. He wasn't expecting such a soft grasp and he was taken back, he raised his head and gasped as his legs continued to kick but not as hard now. The hands took a firm grip and gently squeezed each of his manly orbs, pumping them. "Ah... no.... not that....", Hooves moaned as weakness was exposed!

"Heh, well, look'e here! Looks like found a way to tame this big stud!", T-lad said as he continued to massage the meaty balls which seemed to have taken on a life of their own. "You like havin these bad boys pumped, don't cha Stud! Yeah, you big, overconfident stallion types are all the same, you got all the muscle tied up in those powerful legs of yours but what you fail to realize is that it's what's between them that really counts. All I had to do was web those deadly legs of yours and your balls were all mine. And once I get a hold of these", he gave each of the orbs a little tug, "well, it's pretty much over."

Hooves continued to pull on his legs, trying to escape this new trap, but the electricity he felt coming from his man-handled balls was making it difficult to concentrate. He knew that what the spider was saying was true, his balls had always been a liability to him, dangling back between his legs, open an vulnerable. He knew he had to keep them protected, they were super sensitive and if used in the right way they could turn against him! He looked back under him again, saw the two hands manipulating his super soft sac, then to his horror he saw his hood starting to expand and pull back. "Oh no... NOOO!!", he cried as he tried to stop it but unable to do so. Like an army marching to battle his thick, long cock emerged and lengthened under him, his mighty rut stick swinging back and forth quickly at first, then slower and slower as it grew longer and longer. "Noo... ah Gods, NO! You can't do this to me!", he couldn't believe his huge tool was being 'forced' to expose itself. Now it was swinging under him, throbbing and jerking... just as vulnerable as his balls once were!

He watched in horror as two more hands reach up and gripped his pulsing shaft. They latched on with the same gentle touch as those on his balls, sending waves of pleasure through him, making him shiver. "Well, well, well. Seems another part of you wants in on the action!", T-lad smirked as he started to stroke the massive tool. "And my, my, MY aren't you well endowed Mr. Hooves!" He gave a whistle as he wrangled the huge, straining stud cock in his hands. It pulsed and flexed in his grip like it was trying to fight him off, but this was one battle it was going to lose! He took control of the mighty cannon, working it from base to tip, squeezing it, expertly stroking the massive weapon. T-lad seemed to be lost in the moment, staring at the man-tools he held in his four hands. He started to whisper, unaware he was even talking, "yeah... come on... give me just a drop... a drop is all I need..." He pumped the balls in each of his hands as he worked the rut stick in his others. Hooves lashed his head from side to side, eyes tight shut, legs kicking, unable to fathom just how quickly and expertly his guy had captured him. He surely wasn't opposed to manly fun like this, but it had to be on HIS terms! He opened his eyes a little as he strained to maintain control and noticed something he hadn't seen before. Hanging from the ceiling in addition to the thin webbing were dozens of... of.... ,"what the hell ARE those", he thought as he tried to look up around him. Dangling from the roof of this strange place were what looked like bags covered in webbing. Some were small, like the size of a robin's egg, other were massive like the size of a football. But, wait, that's not right, not 'a' football, TWO footballs. His eyes widened more as he jerked his head up to see more.

"What the... those look like... oh shit...", his whisper trailed off as he realized that what he was looking at were dozens, if not hundreds, of male sacs dangling from the ceiling!! Each carefully wrapped in webbing, and they seemed to be alive. Moving gently, shifting around as men's balls tend to do. Something was keeping them alive. He shook his head as he felt a tug on his own balls just as this realization came to him. "Whaaa... hold on.... NO! OH HELL NO!!!", he yelled as he uselessly kicked his legs back, trying to free his balls from the deadly grip that was on them.

T-lad was almost in a trance as he held the massive balls and throbbing rut stick in his four hands. Never before had he encountered a myth and he wasn't about to let this one get away. He saw the big stud looking around his lair and knew it wouldn't be long before he figure it out. Hopefully the well endowed Zebracorn wouldn't figure it out before... He kept working those balls, pulling and pumping them while he slid his hands up and down the huge cock. He whispered to himself again, "come on big guy, just a drop... just one drop is all I need". He felt the stud's tool thicken and pull HARD against him but he held it tight, wrestling that mighty muscle in to submission. He saw the head gape open, the wide lips part as a small bead of clear, sparkling, precum escaped the throbbing shaft. "yessssss...", the spider hissed as his eyes went wide and a smile spread across his handsome face. "it's mine", he whispered, as he felt the muscular stud buck HARD. T-lad snapped out of his trance-like state and realized that his prey had figured out just what he was in danger of losing. He held on tight to the fuck stick with one hand, while with the other he brought his index finger to the tip of the struggling cannon. The warm, magical fluid stuck to his skin and he pulled it down, watching in awe as the string of precum stretched from the angry tip of the stud's unwilling cock.

Hooves continued to pull and buck in a desperate, but useless, attempt to free himself. He wasn't sure what this guy had in mind but he sure as hell didn't want to find out! Then his breath caught as he felt the finger touch the tip of his proud rod. "Whaaa... ah, fuck...", he said as he looked down and back between his legs and saw his precum stretching from the tip of his cock to T-lad's finger tip. Then he watched as the spider pulled his finger back and brought it to his lips. He stuck out his tongue and tasted the glowing, clear fluid. T-lad's eyes closed and... what the hell... his whole body began to glow! Confused by the sight Hooves just stared back as the spider enjoyed his small meal of Zebreacorn precum.

Suddenly Hooves shot his head up and looked forward, anger flooded his eyes, he'd had ENOUGH! He rarely used his mythical powers in such a way, but the time had come! He waved his head around, and his single, pointed horn began to glow. T-lad was unaware of this as he continued to savor the magical juice he'd just extracted. Hooves' eyes narrowed as he turned his head to the right and looked back, his horn glowing brightly! A soft, glorious, light emerged from the tip of his horn and his right leg briefly 'vanished', the webbing snapped back, then his leg reappeared, free at last. He quickly swung his head around to the left and concentrated again as the soft, yet powerful light freed his other leg. Using his fading-magic like this wasn't something he did often, but clearly the situation called for it. Now that his legs were free he brought them close then SLAMMED them in to the chest of the theving spider!

"UUHHH!!!", T-lad shouted as he felt the powerful feet shove him back hard. Not deadly, but enough to daze the spider for a few moments. He fell back, his 4 legs and 4 arms kicking. He shook his head, placed two hands next to his neck, reared himself back and SPRANG up, landing on his 4 legs. He looked ahead and saw the Zebreacorn strutting away.

"Nice try, Spidey. But you're gonna have to be more clever if you're ever going to snag THESE balls!", Hooves taunted as he spread his legs and wiggled his hips, making his massive balls swing. Confident he had outsmarted the not-so-clever T-lad he ran away, not looking back, wanting to put as much distance between him and that ball-hunter as possible!

T-lad smirked as he brushed himself off and focused on his escaping prey. He felt the newly infused power coursing through him as he straightened two arms in front of him, bending his hands back, exposing the spinneretts in his wrists as he took aim at the sexy Zebracorn. Specifically, taking aim at those big, swinging balls between his legs.

Hooves was having trouble running, his thick, dangling rut stick swung back and forth, hitting his legs. It was one of the few times he cursed himself for having such a huge cock! T-lad could see the massive cock swinging as the Zebra tried to escape, and he smirked and whispered, "The bigger they are...". The scared stallion was his now, nothing could save him... or his balls from their fate. Hooves was about 50 yards away now and looked back, he could see the spider taking aim at him. He pumped his legs harder, which made his balls swing between them as he ran. He came upon a fallen tree and jumped up to clear it and in doing so he spread his legs wide, one forward, one back. This was the opening T-lad had been waiting for. When those powerful legs opened up he shot his webbing diretly at the vulnerable, hanging balls, huge and exposed! Lightening fast the sticky substance latched on to the smooth skin that contained the orange sized testicles. T-lad pulled back, the webbing went taught with an almost silent 'zing' as the velvety sac was yanked back, causing the panicked equine to stop dead in mid air.

"Guuhhh... AHHH!", Hooves yelped as he felt himself halted mid-jump. At first he was unsure what had stopped him, then he felt the tug as his balls were pull back between his spread legs. He landed with a thud just short of the fallen tree, arms out in front of him, his hard cock trapped under him after being painfully slammed in to the ground. He kicked his legs, trying to get up, he made it to his hands and knees before he felt the tugging. "Nuuhh... noooo...", he moaned, whipping his head to the side and looking back at the spider who had snared his balls. The webbing held them tight, it had wrapped around the smooth sac, securing it. T-lad dug his feet in to the ground and started to reel in his prey!

Hooves was dragged back a few inches before he managed to get to his feet, allowing him to use his powerful legs. They flexed, the hard equine muscle fighting against the webbing that held his nuts captive. Anger returned and he looked back, he wasn't about to let this stud reel him in by his balls like some fish on a hook! He narrowed his eyes and concentrated as his horn began to glow again. He looked back at the webbing and focused, willing himself to fade just enough to slip free of the ball-noose. He felt himself start to vanish but then he was somehow 'forced' back. A confused look came over the handsome equine's face. He tried again, started to fade but was stopped. He looked back and saw that the webbing was glowing, shimmering with a sparkle very similar to his... to his precum, "Oh no...", Hooves whispered as he realized his prediciment. "You. You've somehow negated my power." He grunted and pulled as he tried again to escape. "How can you do this?!? What kind of creature ARE you?", he demanded.

"Heh, you're not going anywhere now, Hoofie! You're MINE!", T-lad said as he slowly began to drag the struggling Zebracorn towards him by his meaty orbs. "I saw you noticed all the sacs I've collected over the years. Very observant of you, most of the guys never see it coming. Some of them are smart and figure it out, but by that time it's too late." Hooves kept fighting the pull, using all this strength to prevent himself from being dragged back. He knew he could pull pretty hard and not risk damage to his balls, there had been plenty of others who had played rough with the myth's mighty orbs, and he knew their limits. "You'll notice that they're all still alive as well, my webbing supplies them the nutrients they need and they in return give me what I need. Their power! Their raw, masculine strength. When I saw you coming I took some from that big sac up there on the left. Damn, that bison sure put up a fight! His juice made my webbing 10 times stronger. And then that one over there, those fine jewels belonged to a speedy cheetah who wasn't quite fast enough to leave with his balls in tact. See, what ever attribute I need to capture my next victim I now have access to it through my collection. Agility, power, speed, even intelligence. And you... YOU my well endowed friend, you will be the finest of my collection. The first magical creature I've managed to snare. Your juice has already empowered my webbing with the necessary essence to keep you from fading. Ironic isn't it, that the very juice I collected from your balls is now the key to harvesting them!"

Hooves' eyes bulged, he shook his head, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Could it be true. He thought back and remembered when T-lad had tasted his precum, how he seemed to glow. It must be true. This creature was a vampire of sorts, but instead of blood it feeds on cum! And he's surrounded himself with an endless supply of male juice, freshly supplied from their still living balls. Hooves knew he was in trouble, he dug his heels in and fought with all he had, knowing that his balls were on the line... literally.

T-lad pressed his four legs in to the ground while his four arms flexed and yanked back on the Zebra's trapped balls. The tug of war was on and he didn't intend on losing his latest, and most magnificent catch. He jerked on the webbing from side to side, making the sac hit the struggling equines legs. The additional tugging and knocking of his sac confused Hooves, he began to panic, his head whipping from side to side, grunting, eyes wide. T-lad knew exactly what he was doing, he knew the key to wrangling this stud was to keep changing his tactics, inducing fear, keeping the powerful stallion in a state of confusion. He'd let the webbing out for a few yards, letting his prey think it was gaining ground, then snap it back HARD, forcing those meaty balls to strain in their sac as they're pulled back between the straining legs. Side to side, up and down, making those male orbs dance as he dragged them back.

"Nuuh... no... stop... you can't, you CAN'T take them! Ah... Gods, nnnnnooooo!", Hooves fought and pulled, never giving in but feeling his strength fading. He was being reeled in inch by inch, every moment brought his balls closer to their doom. He looked back, he was only 10 feet away now. "NOOO!!! STAY AWAY FROM THEM!!!", he screamed and jerked, his legs spread wide and flexing as he tried desperately to prevent himself from being drawn in. He looked down and saw that T-lad had somehow threaded the webbing through a circular formation of smooth branches. His balls were being reeled back and were about to be pulled through them. "Uhh... what the fuck... what is that?", he asked as he felt the smooth bark touch the stretched skin of his male sac. The tension didn't let up as his massive balls were forced through the formation that was just a little smaller that the size of his bulging male orbs. "AHHH!! Ahh, uhh... no... no... don't pull them in...", he pleaded as his jewels compressed, then slowly slid and then POPPED through. T-lad quickly went to work, using all four hands now, shooting webbing at the neck of Hoove's sac, wrapping round and round, leaving the huge balls to dangle down through the hole, but tying the top of his sac securely in place, ball-locking the powerful stud!

T-lad stopped, stood up and took a step back looking at his handy work. The Zebracorn's mighty balls were pulled in back of him at hip level, they were threaded through the circular knot of branches and the neck of his sac had been webbed in place. Hooves realized he was no longer being pulled back, the tug of war had stopped. He looked back and saw the spider standing there, looking at him, his four arms crossed in front of his powerful chest. His eyes widened, this was it, he could escape! He flexed his legs and pushed forward, sure he was going to spring away from his captor. As tried to move, though, he felt the tug on his balls. He tried again, feeling the pressure on his nuts. "What the... hey, how come... ow!", he turned his head around, strained to look back and his eyes went wide. He saw his smooth, velvety sac of male eggs hanging on the other side of the branches, they were separated from him, trapped in the steel hard mass of these evil, tangled branches. He pulled his hips forward, and watched as his balls were pulled up, straining at the way too small ring that his sac had been threaded through. Panic began to rise in the pit of his stomach, he jerked his hips again, harder this time, but was met with the same result. His powerful, proud balls were snared in T-lads trap!

"NNOO!!! NO WAY! You've ball-locked me!!!" The trap reminded Hooves, who was no stranger to extreme ball play, of that time when a clever wolf tricked him in to the Humbler. His huge, proud stud nuts were now snared in the hunter's perfect man-trap. Once they were captured, there's no escape for any male. T-lad knew it. Hooves knew it, too. Yet, even with this knowledge he still tried to free his precious balls. "Uhhh... Gods! Come on man, let them loose. Uggghhh!", the mighty Zebra pulled as hard as he could, feeling the tender cords inside his sac stretch to their limit, knowing that if he pulled any harder he risked snapping them. He looked up at the ceiling, saw those dangling sacs of the men who had come before him, realizing that his own sutd nuts were about to meet the same fate. Thoughts were running through his head, "How could I have not seen it coming? Why was I so careless to wander in here? Who IS this guy and how did he capture me so easily? Why are my fucking balls always my downfall? He's got them... fuck, he's got them GOOD! He's designed the perfect ball-prison and my big, fat low hangers are the latest prisoners."

As the struggling myth was coming to grips with his predicament, T-lad walked up to his side and began to run his hands down the side flexing stallion, feeling the corded, bulging muscle just under the ultra soft furr. Hooves reached down to slap the hands away, and in response the quick spider grabbed both of the equine's thin wrists and bound them with his steel-like webbing. He then shot a strand to a high branch and reeled the surprised stud's arms over his head. The shocked zebra jerked and pulled at his wrists, trying to release them but they were held tight above him. The ultra strong webbing infused with the power of a now neutered bison was holding his arms up and away from his body. "Uhh... noo... stop this!", he ordered as he yanked at his webbed arms and balls, realizing that the more he struggled the more entangled he became in the spider's webbing.

T-Lad went back to feeling up the side of his prey, his fingers lightly massaging the struggling equine. He looked back at the webbing surrounding the neck of the captured sac and saw that it was starting to glow. He smiled, he knew his unique secretions were starting to activate. Tiny threads were piercing the tender male flesh, working their way through the silky skin. They intercepted the blood vessels that supplied the meaty stud nuts below, cauterizing them and rerouting them away from their captured host. Nerves were deadened as to not cause the beast to panic as his mighty testicles were being taken over. The process was started and nothing could stop it now, the only remaining step was to induce the trapped balls to release their potent, male power!

Hooves continued to try to free himself from the snare of the spider but as he pulled and strained he began to feel a tingling sensation around the neck of his ball sac. It felt like hundreds of tiny feathers brushing around his velvety skin. It didn't cause any pain, in fact after a while he couldn't feel much of anything. "Whaaa... what's going on back there?" He jerked his hips expecting to feel his balls swing and knock the smooth branches that held him tight. Instead he felt nothing. "How come I can't feel them?" He jerked his head back and could see his huge nuts swinging back and forth but they had become numb. He looked at T-Lad, "What have you done to me?"

"Oh, that's just my special talent going to work on you." He reached back and hefted the bulging, but numb, sac in his hands and gave the two nuts a good squeeze. "These bad boys are just fine, all I did was reroute their vessels in preparation for removal. I plan on keeping these guys around for a long time so my webbing is going to make sure they're well fed. The only thing left to do is to get you to give me what they've got stored inside them." He chuckled and gave the hefty orbs another squeeze which Hooves couldn't feel. "Whatta say big guy, think you can show me how a stud stallion like you blows his load so my webbing can complete its job?"

Hooves' eyes went wide as he looked back at his balls, then at the evil hunter who had them trapped. "What!?! Noooo, NO WAY MAN! You want me to give up my cum so that you can take my balls? Are you crazy? There's no way in HELL you're gettin my juice!!" He shook his head and thought for a moment, then a smile crept across his face as he realized he might just have a chance at saving his precious jewels. "Heh, you NEED me to cum, don't you? That's the only way you can finish the job, isn't it!?", he said in a soft voice, knowing that what he was saying was true. He had found the secret escape route for his balls! "You're stupid WEB", he said with a stronger voice, "is useless if it doesn't get my spunk." He lifted his head with more confidence now, looking directly at the spider, narrowing his eyes. "I can wait this out, Buddy. I know that sooner or later this sticky trap is gonna dissolve, it's just a matter of time. I can wait it out, there's no way in hell you're gonna juice ME, Man!"

T-lad just stood there and listened to the myth. It was true, the only way to complete his hunt was to get the stud to cum, and if he didn't he'd probably escape. But, the spider knew a thing or two about males and he was fairly confident he knew just what to do to get this dude to shoot his load. He reached out with all four hands and started running them over the hind quarters of the zebra. "You're right, very observant of you. Not all the guys I capture are so smart." He continued to run his hands over the back side of the stallion as he talked. "You know, what's interesting about you zebras? It's these stripes. I've always been fascinated by them. So perfectly spaced, so interesting to look at, and so full of mystery. It's almost as if they're like a map of sorts, pointing the way to something." Hooves looked back at the spider, felt the hands on his hind quarters, not sure where he was going with this. T-Lad put a finger on a stripe high on the left side of Hooves' hips and another on the right. "See, if I follow these two stripes down, around the back here, and see where they go...", he ran his fingers across the back of the zebra's legs, tracing the path of the black stripes towards the place where they met. "Seems to me like they're almost pointing the way to...", his fingers met at Hooves' firm, hard ass, the tail handling down, covering his most private area below it.

He felt T-Lad's fingers moving closer and closer to his ass, knowing that his stripes did, indeed, trace a path directly to the center of his back side. He began to flush, he knew this was one part of him that he didn't want this guy to discover. He grunted and shifted his hind legs forward but with his balls held tight in the trap he couldn't move but a few inches. "Heh... hey, no reason to go lookin around back there, Man.", he said, feeling a little sweat forming on his forehead, his confidence wavering. He flicked his tail from side to side, trying to push the probing fingers away, only to feel something grab the end and start lifting it! T-Lad slowly raised the flexing tail, feeling how the resisting equine was doing his best to keep it down. "Ahh... wait... no... not that..., leave my tail alone.", he grunted as his tail was lifted higher and higher, exposing the ultra sensitive, round donut hole winking in the center of his perfect ass. He felt a cool breeze brush over the puckered skin and involuntarily flexed the ring of muscle, "ahhh... Godssss... noooo... not my ass...", he sighed breathlessly. He suddenly realized that he had yet another liability besides his sensitive nuts, his firm, round ASS! It was perfectly shaped, hard as a rock, and had been the source of many hours of pleasure with countless other studs. If this dude was after his cum then this could be, perhaps, a possible key to the release valve! He felt something cool and moist on the tip of his tail and looked back to see that the spider had webbed it above him just like his arms. He tired to lower it but it was no use, his ass... his hole was now exposed and vulnerable!

"NOOOO!!!", he yelled as he swung his head from side to side, trying to see what was going on behind him. "Stay away from there!!! Don't even try to... ahh... oh Gods... nooo", his protests trailed off as two fingers gently traced around the edges of the flexing donut. Round and round they moved, slowly zeroing in on the center of the flexing ring of muscle, teasing the zebra as he pressed a finger in the center then quickly pulled it back. He heard a gasp from the tight lips of his captive, pressed in again, going in deeper this time and felt the hot ring grip him. "nnooo, ah, noooo. You can't... do... this...", he heard as he gently pressed more of his finger in to the flexing hole. Hooves shifted his weight from side to side, trying to get away from the invading finger, his eyes shut tight, when he felt something bump against his thigh. He opened his eyes and looked down and shouted, "NNOOO!!!", as he saw his rut stick gently swinging back and forth under him. The massive tool had been reawakened and now it was exposed, his cannon in danger of being drained, which meant the loss of his precious balls! "Nuughhh... no, stop, STOP THIS!", he pleaded as he fell deeper and deeper in to the sex trap he'd carelessly wandered in to.

T-Lad kept up the assault on the defenseless hole, probing deeper and deeper, knowing that soon he'd hit the one spot. That spot all men had just inside, the button that dissolved their control and took over their sex equipment. His finger sunk another inch and he heard the equine gasp and go rigid. "Heh, got cha, Stud.", he whispered, knowing that the fate of Hooves' balls had just been sealed. He ran his finger over that one spot, pressing down, letting up, massaging the secret male button deep inside the captured myth. With one hand he traced his fingers around the ring of flexing muscle, massaging the zebra's dark donut. With his other two hands he reached out and took hold of the throbbing, swinging bat. He ran his fists from the base to the tip, gripping the thick tool that he could barely get his hands around. He was using all four of his limbs to sexually dominate his captive, driving his towards the edge.

Hooves was desperate, "NOOO! Stop... you gotta STOP! Don't grab it... stop playing with my ass... no, you CAN'T!", pleaded almost in a panic. Never before had he had his ass used against him like this. This evil spider had turned one of his pleasures in to an instrument of his demise. His ass and his cock were going to cost him his BALLS! He looked down and saw a thin strand of sparkling precum leaking from the tip of his cock, swinging under it, then hitting the ground. He gasped, knowing he was helpless to stop the flow of his juice. He watched, helplessly, as the expert hands worked his rut stick, forcing the magical substance from him. He felt like a some sex-cow being milked of his seed. The finger in his ass pressed down again and he saw his piss lips open wide and give up another thick, clear, sparkling stream of his juice. "Oh no, oh Gods no, he's milking me. He's using my ass to force me to cum." The thoughts were racing through his head and he knew the end was coming.

T-lad could sense that the big stud was nearing the point of no return. He looked down and saw the puddle of clear, equine precum on the ground. It wouldn't be long now. He lubed his hands with the zebrea's pre juice and slicked up the throbbing rut stick. He pumped two, then three fingers in to the warm hole, making sure to press on the prostate with every thrust. Four hands worked the stud from ass to cock, there was no escape now. The myth's balls were doomed! He looked down and saw the webbing around the neck of the sac start to glow, nutrients were being released and the small threads started to expand and heat up. The thin webs sliced through the smooth, numbed skin as the impending explosion neared. The mighty orbs tried to draw up, but were unable to do so, yet they still prepared to release their contents.

Hooves felt it. That familiar point of no return. His eyes widened, he shook his head, "NOOOO!!!!", he yelled as he looked down and saw his cock go rock hard. His balls released their contents, surging upward through the stretched cords. But something was wrong, something felt different. His cock pumped and jerked as he shot wad after wad of... of... clear, spermless fluid all over the ground in front of him. Not the familiar white cream, but clear. Somehow his cum had been redirected and taken! The webbing gripped tight around the sac in it's final moments and just as the stud's load was being released they CLAMPED down, cauterizing and releasing the heavy sac of stud nuts. They fell to the ground, the neck neatly sealed and glowing, the contents safe, warm and still very much alive.

"Yes! Got em!", T-lad cheered as he released the pumping cock and pulled his hand free from the gripping ass. He'd gotten what he was after, and now it was time to place his new treasure high above where it would be safe. He swiped up the smooth bag and jumped up to the branch above the newly gelded equine. "Thanks, Stud!", he smirked as he cut the webbing holding Hooves' arms and tail. The spider began to climb up, leaving the exhausted myth to himself.

"Ah, Gods. No. Not again.", Hooves moaned as he fell back, spread his legs and got a look at the smooth skin where his once proud balls had been. He rubbed it, feeling a slight tingling. "Damn it! Wonder how long it'll take them to grow back THIS time!", he lamented.

The spider stopped dead in his tracks. "Grow back?", he asked with an evil gleam in his eye. "Heh, looks like I'll have to track you down and hunt for your balls again someday, Stud!"

THE END