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Sweet Treats

(c) Cederwyn Whitefurr

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11th November, 2015

Number 384 was a young Whitetail Stag, so named because of the narrow yellow with black number ear-tag that had been punched into his left ear when he was still only a fawn. 384 was two years of age, who lived amongst the herd on a sprawling 90 acre deer farm. He had never known anything outside of the high chain mesh walls, he had been born here, and if he lived up to his lineage, one day, maybe, he would become a breeding Stag, as his bloodline had good genetics – but these were the furthermost thoughts from the young Bachelor's mind. He had seen, then scented his favourite of all the humans who worked the farm – and he quivered with anticipation and Cervine joy, as his beloved friend would come and spend time with him – he was sure of this – and maybe, just maybe, spend more than a little – time – with this frustrated, lonely Bachelor.

He tried to remain patient, nibbling delicately at one of the salt lick's that were spread around the enclosure in which he was confined, and every so often he would lift his head and gaze longingly at the Doe's in the nearby fenced off paddock, and he couldn't deny the base urges which had surfaced within him a little over six months back. He did not know what the scent of them meant, but something, almost primal, drove him wild with thoughts he didn't understand – and he squealed in fright and twisted away as he felt a warm fur less hand touch his neck.

“HEY!" Yelped Cameron, as he snapped his hand back and held his palms out towards the obviously frightened Stag, knowing how unpredictable they were at the best of times – let alone one scared out of its fur.

With a snort, and a short, agitated pawing with its left hoof on the dirt, 384 blinked, then shook himself – a fine dusty haze filling the air, before he snorted again and stared, inhaling the scent of his beloved human friend. Relieved he hadn't been approached by one of the others who worked there, 384 swallowed and timidly nuzzled at his friends hands, almost as if begging him for orgiveness for his unconscious aggressive behaviour. With a nervous smile, Cameron playfully ruffled the Stag's ears, then looked around, before reaching towards his jeans pocket. 384 knew this beloved human kept treats in there for him, and he nuzzled at the wrist of the human – impatient for his delicious treat he knew would be hidden in there.

“Now, now," Cameron laughed, then lightly slapped 384's muzzle. “Greedy Stag's don't get treats, you know better than that..."

With a snort, the Stag lowered his head and obediently stepped back a pace, quivering with anticipation and saliva beginning to drool from his muzzle and drizzle down his chin to drip to the ground.

“Good boy," Cameron smiled, and caressed 384's upper muzzle, making the Stag quiver in pleasure and nuzzle the underside of Cameron's hand. “Alright, now – treat now, or later..."

384 blinked, a little confused, but Cameron lovingly cupped his muzzle, before gently pulling him forwards, and 384 balked at first, then relent and approached until his muzzle was almost against Cameron's stomach – then he froze and his ears flicked forwards, as he inhaled Cameron's scent – and realised what his human wanted. For a moment, 384 was torn between indecision, take the offered treat now, or go with the human to their special place – where he would be pleasured, and in turn, pleasure his human...who would give him a treat almost as good as the sweet sugar cube he could smell.

“Your choice 384 – shall we - “ Cameron whispered, as he playfully and roughly ruffled 384's ears again, the Stag playfully lowering his four pointed antlers – but being exceptionally careful not to hurt Cameron.

*

Their bond had been forged over the past two years – 384's earliest memories were of this strange human and his mother – her low, gasping moans and his louder, panting breaths and the strange mingled scents of his mother and this human. 384 had no idea what the naked human was doing with his mother, who was positioned with her forelegs folded beneath her, hind legs splayed out and quivering, her tail pressed upright and firmly against the humans belly and he was behind her, his hands squeezing her flanks and occasionally caressing and rubbing her teats. She didn't seem in any distress, and indeed, from her scent, she seemed to enjoy whatever he was doing to her – and it was only when 384 turned a year old, his fawn-spots barely faded, when the human first began to play with him...

At first, Cameron had taken his sexual shared pleasures with 384's mother – who loved her humans love and affections – sure, he didn't measure up as a strong, full grown dominant Stag – but what he could and did do...in and out of her breeding season, made up for it a thousandfold. When 384 had turned one, this human had already befriended this shy young fawn, and had taken immense care and patience – slowly gaining 384's trust, before he ever tried anything of a sexual nature. At first, it was just gentle caresses and stroking of 384's furred sheath and massaging of his young testicles and scrotum – but his gentle hands won over the young Buck, and when 384 turned a year and a half, Cameron and he had their first mating together.

Cameron had been with his mother – 384 could smell her scent all over Cameron's groin and thighs, but as he was still not old enough to breed, 384 didn't quite register the smells in a sexual way – but they did bring him pleasure, and when Cameron put a halter over 384's muzzle and clipped a rope to it, 384 was curious, but not afraid. He had been handled from his earliest memories, trained to walk obediently on a lead rope, and besides, this human gave 384 sugar cubes as treats when he was good – so in 384's mind, it paid to be well behaved, to get cuddles, petting's and later – a sweet, tasty treat...

*

Cameron gently tweaked 384's left ear-tip, making the young Stag snort and shake his head, before Cameron chuckled and stroked 384's muzzle.

“I was asking if you wanted...to play..." Cameron told him, scratching 384 between the ears. “If you don't want too, I won't mind, it's your choice after all, my beautiful, sweet young Stag."

384 pondered, then gazed about, seemingly distracted, before he lifted his head and inhaled deeply, smelling the myriad of scents and once again looking around.

“If you're looking for the others, they've all gone into town – we're alone for the day...so..." Cameron smiled, then kissed 384 on the nose.

384 blinked and snorted softly, before he shook himself again, then nuzzled Cameron's chest – a sure sign the Buck wanted to play, and Cameron turned about and began walking, 384 obediently following in his wake, knowing what was coming – and quivering with excitement and pleasure.

Cameron opened the heavy sliding door, allowing 384 to walk into the dimly lit, sand floored breeding room – instantly his senses were overcome by the scent of decades of rutting Stag's and receptive and willing Doe's. Although this enclosed area was well ventilated and narrow windows and catwalks far above allowed good airflow and some sunlight, it was still modestly dark – and the scent of the Stag's and Doe's mating here over the years made 384's nose twitch and he shivered, some primal urges swirling through his mind. He twitched as Cameron began tugging the door closed, then began to turn about, before he felt Cameron's hands rest on 384's rump and begin to caress and massage it.

This was part of their foreplay – and 384 squirmed beneath Cameron's gentle ministrations, thoroughly enjoying it as he squatted slightly like a receptive Doe, his tail raising and revealing its pale underside.

“My, you're extra-eager this week - “ Cameron noted, as he moved in behind 384 and rubbed his Jean clad groin teasingly against 384's white rump.

Squatting a little lower, 384 uttered a distinctly un-stag-like barking cough – very similar in tone and vocalisation of a receptive Doe. He flagged his tail slowly back and forth, until he felt Cameron's jeans tightening, and Cameron slapped him sharply on the rump – not that it hurt, but 384 snorted and stopped – waiting patiently as Cameron sat on the sand, then tugged off his boots, then undid his jeans and slid the off as well. Boxer shorts soon followed, and Cameron was quickly dis robed of his clothes, his penis an impressive six and a half inches long, and already standing upright and dribbling a little pre, that oozed down his penile head and over his fingers.

384 turned about and placed his muzzle beneath Cameron's penis, lifting his head to rub it, before Cameron grunted and gently pushed away the inquisitive Stag's head.

“You know better...not yet, you're not...ready yet - “ Cameron admonished him, as he used his firm penis to slap 384 on the forehead, causing the young Stag to go cross-eyed. “I haven't used the toy on you yet, or gotten you properly prepared...now, be a good boy, and be patient!"

384 snorted, as if to demand Cameron hurry, as 384 enjoyed his human friends matings – unusual for a Stag, but Cameron was gentle, loving and often very...enjoyable. 384 didn't mind being mated like a Doe, and lately, it had been bringing him more and more pleasure – especially when Cameron would be more aggressive in his thrusting when inside 384, and today, judging from the firmness of Cameron's still dribbling penis, 384 was sure he would be rutted well and truly.

“384, come..." Cameron called, and happily, the young Stag obeyed, then turned about and knelt before Cameron, who unzipped his backpack and began rummaging.

384 kept his tail upright, then he grunted as Cameron held something near 384's tight anus, then a cold, sticky fluid was spurted over it – Cameron's fingers quickly spreading it and ticking the tightly puckered sphincter. Just as 384 began to squirm and tremble with pleasure, Cameron added more lube from a small bottle, then he produced a strange sex toy – one he'd found 384 preferred when getting this enigmatic young Stag prepared for mating. 384 felt the toy against his puckered anus, and he twitched, before shivering from tail to ear tip, and relaxing his muscles. Cameron carefully began to insert the toy – feeling the 1 1/4" head slip easily inside 384, who grunted and flagged his tail happily.

“You like it when I do that – don't you..." Cameron smiled, as he used his free hand to caress 384's rump.

384 squirmed and trembled, enjoying Cameron's attentions, but knowing what was to come, brought him even more pleasure. Cameron worked the toy with gentleness and care, frequently applying a new coating of the lube to the toy, as 384 began rocking slowly back and forth, his tail flagging faster and faster, before he inhaled the scent of Cameron's arousal.

“No...not yet - “ Cameron grunted, as he stroked his penis, feeling it firming in anticipation of being buried inside the tight, hold depths of this enigmatic young Whitetail.

384 squirmed and bleated like a Hind, as he felt himself being pleasured by the toy, but a toy was fun – but nothing compared to the sensation of having Cameron mount him, and their breeding that was to come. Finally, after ten minutes, Cameron slid the toy free and 384 grunted, twisting his head around to glance back at Cameron, who smiled and used his fingers to liberally coat his penis in the slippery lube – in preparation for mounting. Giving 384 a gentle slap on the rump, he made the willing Stag stand, his tail snapping upright again in anticipation, but then Cameron walked around to his muzzle and crouched, before gently tapping 384's front legs behind the knees.

For a moment, 384 was confused, did his human want him to stand or kneel? As Cameron spoke calmly and applied gentle pressure to the back of 384's front knees, the Stag soon knelt, then Cameron smiled and nodded, before walking around behind him and lifting 384's hind quarters up so he was in a strange half kneeling/half standing position.

“Good, good boy – hold that position, now..." Cameron panted, his arousal at full view of the confused young Stag, but his faith in his human was unshakable.

Cameron gently pushed apart 384's back legs and ensured the stag was bracing his weight properly, before he guided his penile head under 384's flagging tail and tenderly pressed against his tight anus. 384 squirmed and trembled, as he held the awkward position as instructed, then as Cameron pushed his hips forwards, 384 grunted as Cameron began to slide almost effortlessly deeper and deeper. 384 wasted no time in beginning to use his anal muscles to squeeze along the firm length, knowing how much Cameron enjoyed it, and as Cameron slid his hands down 384's flanks and squeezed them together tightly, gaining a firm hold on the Stag, 384's belief was once again reaffirmed.

“Oh my...you're so tight and hot..." Cameron gasped, as he ground his hips against 384's pale rump, savouring the sensations of mounting the Stag, who merely quivered and flagged his tail against Cameron's chest.

Cameron pulled his hips back, rubbing his penile head against 384's well lubed anus again and again, feeling the Stag quivering, before he pushed back inside again and gripped 384's flanks tighter, savouring the sensations and feeling 384 squeeze down even tighter. Cameron knew 384's limits for lovemaking, and he began a sensual thrusting motion – sliding out and back in, feeling 384 respond eagerly to the unnatural lovemaking, then when 384 quivered and grunted, Cameron knew he'd gotten 384 fully relaxed – before his thrusts became more enthusiastic, rearing back and plunging into the Stag again and again, feeling 384 squirm and tremble, his rough, gasping pants showing his excitement and pleasure.

“Good...boy - “ Cameron grunted, as he slid his hands under 384's belly and trailed them along the firming sheath. “My, my...is this Doe..."

Cameron's eyes widened, as he felt 384 twitch, then the full length of the Stag's penis was slipped through Cameron's fingers and 384 trembled.

“You've finally come of age..." Cameron grunted, as he smiled and lovingly encircled 384's length with his fingers and increased the thrusts within the Stag's rump, his fingers caressing and squeezing 384's penis gently, but thankfully, the sticky lube made masturbating the Stag easier, and it didn't take long for 384 to start bucking against Cameron's willing fingers, which increased their lovemaking to a new height that 384 had never imagined.

Cameron ground his full length into 384's willing rump again and again, sliding his sticky fingers up and down the increasingly sensitive shaft of the young Stag, then he felt 384 beginning to tremble, before he bucked sharply and hot, sticky deer semen spurted in strong, convulsive spurts over Cameron's fingers, as 384 ejaculated again and again, his body convulsing helplessly and his muscles squeezing down along Cameron's length, driving him mad, but with a strangled gasp, Cameron lunged and buried himself deep inside 384's body again, as his own powerful orgasm hammered his senses remorselessly, and 384 twitched and squealed in a mixture of pleasure and pain, as he felt Cameron's sharp thrust and then the hot warmth that spread from his rump all through his body, before Cameron gasped and slumped onto 384's back, his breathing rippling the fur.

“I've...you've never - “ Cameron gurgled. “That was..."

384 hung his head, his anal muscles squeezing and rippling, milking the human who had bred him for every last drop, as saliva drooled from his open muzzle and he panted in pleasure and sweet relief from the unbearable pressures that were locked within his slender body. It had been his first orgasm, never before had this young bachelor Stag experienced it – and the sweet afterglow of being mated by his favourite human, that was just the sweetest treat of all...one he knew, his human friend could possibly have offered...

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