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Scrumping.

Thomas lay on the riverbank letting the late spring breeze dry his coat. It was Sunday afternoon, and he was a contented horse, enjoying his one afternoon off a week to relax by the small river that ran through the estate. His master, the blacksmith, had dismissed him as usual from the forge after church but instead of joining his fellow estate workers for some fun, the young stallion had decided on a quiet afternoon alone.

He had taken a long swim in the river, letting its cool water flow over and around him, washing away the tiredness and the sweat, then he had taken up his favourite spot on the riverbank under a big willow tree. The warm air played over his body, fingers slowly caressing, drying yet exciting the big shire stallion. The caresses of a lover, he imagined with a shudder. How much he wished he could know that feeling. Absently he let a hand brush his sheath, now plump and itchy with the feeling of a full grown cock just begging for attention. The breeze on his naked body always gave him these feelings now, and he was finding it harder and harder to sneak away and take care of his arousal without becoming suspicious.

His life had been set for disaster when his parents died suddenly, and the orphan colt had faced a bleak future until his uncle had taken him on, petitioning the Duke to allow his nephew to join him as his apprentice. The Duke had been merciful, as well as canny. He knew the smith was one of the best in the country, and an apprentice to learn his skills would become an asset to the estate. That didn't stop Thomas being grateful.

Now approaching 20, the colt had become a stallion, growing into his body under the influence of hard work at the forge. His skills had grown too, and it would not be long before his uncle retired as he wanted to, leaving Thomas as the master. His own master, with his own forge. Things were looking up for the orphan colt.

As he lay naked, watching the fluffy white clouds dart across the sky, Thomas opened his nostrils and sampled the spring air. He loved the smells down here, the herb garden of the summerhouse just next to this bend of river. He could make out the many scents, savouring them as his nostrils flared. Then it hit him; a sent no horse could ever ignore.

Apples.

Involuntarily, his nostrils opened wider, and he began to salivate as he picked up the scent again, stronger now. Apples, delicious ripe plump apples. His stomach gurgled a moment, his canvas bag empty by his side after he had finished his meagre Sunday lunch. He was still hungry, the growing shire stallion always was, but his favourite food of all was apples. Once he had his own forge, and could do work for money as well as meet the estate's needs, he would buy as many apples as he liked, munching on them while he worked. But that day was not here yet; and yet, there were apples nearby.

Not quite in control of himself, or so he afterwards pretended, the stallion put his shirt and loose pants on over a still damp coat, and followed the scent trail to its source. Up to the summerhouse, where he could see the kitchen garden gate open. Noone would be in the summerhouse now, as it was only used for guests to the estate who wished to stay privately for a time, and there were none at the moment. Why then was the gate open? It was his duty to investigate.

Moving quietly, or as quietly as the massive shire stallion could, he entered the garden, seeking out the source of the delicious smell. He saw them in an instant, three old apple trees by the wall, and all of them heavy with ripe fruit. His nostrils flared as wide as his eyes as he took it in, the incredible bounty so close, and yet so far; stealing from the Duke was one of the worst crimes in this closed in world, hedged about with terrible penalties from history. Still, finding wasn't the same as stealing...was it?

He approached the first tree, looking for fallen apples, but none were on the ground. Mentally cursing this misfortune, he lashed out and smacked his big hand against the trunk, whereupon one apple detatched itself from the branch above him and bounced off his head onto the grass.

Ruefully rubbing his sore head, Thomas picked up the apple. Well, no sense letting it go to waste...

The first bite was heaven, the crisp crunch of teeth followed by a burst of sweet deliciousness that filled his muzzle. Greedily he bit again, and again, until the apple was gone in mere seconds. With the addictive taste still filling every sense, he smacked his hand against the trunk again, but no apples fell. This wasn't about to deter him though, he had the taste, and a hunger that needed satisfying.

In minutes six juicy apples had met the same fate as the first, and with his immediate hunger satisfied, the stallion turned his mind to the prospect of midnight feasts back in his cot next to the forge. His canvas bag proved a perfect receptacle, as apple after apple filled it to bursting and the tree gave up its fruit for a stallion in need.

"Thomas! Stop what you are doing this instant and stay there!"

The stallion froze, every sense now on high alert. He knew that voice, coming over him like the judgement of an avenging God just like the minister had described at church that morning. Looking up and shaking, he saw to his horror that an upstairs window to the summerhouse was open, and the Duke's youngest daughter, lady Charlotte, was looking directly at him with fury in her eyes. She was his favourite member of the Duke's family, and the young stallion had occasionally harboured fantasies of being with her over the years. They were only fantasies though, but he always made sure he treated her with extra politeness when she came to the forge, his work taking on an extra edge as he tried to impress her. Now she would never like him ever again, and God only knew what might happen if she reported his stupidity.

Even though he was a big brave stallion, he permitted himself a small whimper.

Soon, the kitchen door opened and lady Charlotte came striding over the grass towards him, followed by another young mare he didn't recognise. He stood rooted to the spot, an apple still clasped in his hand. The true horror of his predicament was beginning to dawn.

"Thomas! How could you? Here I was showing my guest lady Elizabeth around the estate and what should we come across but one of our most trusted estate workers engaged in a terrible crime right there in broad daylight! Stealing! Scrumping apples from the Duke's own orchard! What do you have to say for yourself?"

Thomas tried to speak, but all that came out was an embarrassed nicker and a stuttering apology. He noticed the second mare, the one his mistress called lady Elizabeth, eyeing him with frank admiration, a wicked smirk on her muzzle. He wasn't sure what terrified him more, his mistress' anger or the smirk. Finally he receded into silence.

"Do you know what could happen if we report this to my father? DO you have any idea Thomas?"

"Oh please miss Charlotte, please don't do that.!"

"You could be imprisoned, flogged, even gelded Thomas. It happened to a poacher not many years ago. And with my father as the local magistrate, I wouldn't be expecting much mercy."

As the true enormity of his situation hit home, the terrified stallion broke down and begged on his knees for mercy, for anything, but couldn't the sweet lady spare him such a terrible fate?

In truth the two young mares had no intention of reporting the young stud to the Duke, though Thomas wasn't to know that. They had other ideas, formulated when they first saw the stallion in the garden. Time would tell if Thomas might have preferred to take his chances with the duke.

"Very well Thomas, but you still need to be punished. If you agree to do what we say and let us take care of it, we won't tell my father. We own you now though Thomas; don't forget it."

The pathetically grateful stallion followed the two mares into the summerhouse, for the moment forgetting the evil smirk. His balls were safe, as was his freedom, and for that he would take whatever punishment the mares could devise.

Entering the kitchen, he noticed the air of occupation, something he had missed. His unspoken question met with a laugh from the mares, a sound that made him feel slightly queasy for reasons he couldn't articulate. He knew he was in trouble, but this playfulness was making him sweat.

"Lady Elizabeth and her mother are coming to stay for the summer, and will be living here. I was riding the estate with her and we decided to check on preparations. You thought no one was here, didn't you Thomas? Well, stallions are stupid, especially when they think with their stomach...or other things."

He shuddered again at her words. He knew what she said was true, he had been foolish. He also guessed what she might be referring to, though the idea of a proper lady like Charlotte alluding to such things made the mortified stallion blush and lower his head. He knew she was right there too though; increasingly the big stallion found his cock driving him wild, and the thought of a mare was enough to make him lose all control. As he stood in the kitchen, embarrassed and afraid, he picked up a new scent, one he recognised deep in his brain. The scent of mare; aroused mare. He whinnied in response, his tail swishing automatically. Inside his loose pants, something stirred.

The effect was not lost on the mares, who shared a knowing grin. Time to put the cocky stallion in his place.

"Right, no time or place like now for your punishment Thomas. Strip off."

The stallion was jarred into a startled 'what?!' by the command, temporarily forgetting the "my lady".

"You heard me Thomas...strip. You are not getting off lightly, if this were the court you would at least be getting a flogging and prison, the least you deserve is a light whipping to remind you not to scrump apples again."

In a daze, Thomas pulled his shirt over his head, letting the basic garment fall to the table beside him. He stood, looking at lady Charlotte with pleading in his eyes, but all he got was a peremptory look of command.

"Pants too Thomas!"

Plucking up the last of his courage, an losing the last of his dignity, Thomas pulled his loose trousers down and off his hooves, laying them on his shirt and crossing his hands in front of his sheath. He knew what was going on there, from the moment he picked up the scent of aroused mare, and he would rather die than let them see his shame.

"Hands behind your back Thomas! Now!"

He let out a long piteous nicker, realising that his beloved mistress Charlotte was determined to make him suffer, and keeping his eyes steadfastly on the floor, he let his hands come to rest by his side. In this position he could still see his shame though, and see it well, for out of his dark sheath poked at least half his thick stallion cock, the pink and black mottled length hardening in the air as inch after inch continued to extend. His body had betrayed him totally. He closed his eyes and begged silently for the earth to swallow him up.

The two young mares enjoyed the humiliation almost as much as the view. Charlotte had had her eye on the young stallion for some years now, watching the colt grow and fill out until he bulged with muscle. His easy charm and winning smile had captivated her, but he had always been shy and proper around her. Now she had her chance to use him the way she wanted, caught by his own stupidity.

"You were right Lottie my love, he is a magnificent specimen."

She gave a soft whinny of pleasure then, hearing the approval in her Liz's voice. She knew her friend would appreciate the stallion's charms. He was exactly what she had said she liked, a bigger stallion, all broad and muscled but not an ounce of fat. Work at the forge had kept him lean and built, every muscle standing out under his bay coat, delicious black mane, tail and feathers completing the delicious package. And what a package...she had never seen a full grown stallion that big, let alone one still growing into his body.

"Well magnificent or not, he needs a good whipping first. Thomas, bend over the table now and grip the far end with your hands."

Groaning softly, the stallion obeyed with speed, grateful at least to have his erection concealed even partly. He didn't realise though, as he bend over the table, that he was merely substituting one demeaning vision for another. Both mares loved the sight of naked muscled stallion ass, and this one made them both weep with need.

"I think I get to go first Liz. You hold his tail out of the way."

Thomas felt the mare next to him, her body warm and close. She let one hand stroke his left ass cheek, savouring the feel of muscles under fur, and he let out a long whinny of surprise at the touch. Looking up he saw the most amazing sight, a beautiful silver grey mare staring at his body, her face lost in rapture as she touched. His own face burned as he caught the smell again, this time stronger, pungent; aroused mare, sweet aroma filling his nostrils. He didn't need that to tell him she was in heat though; her touch and the sight of her face told him all he needed to know. In spite of his predicament his cock hardened almost painfully, the sensation of being close to a mare who was turned on by his body a new and exquisite sensation.

Then she stood back a little, hand wrapped in his tail and lifting it high. He bend down to the table and closed his eyes again, willing himself to take whatever was to come. They were mares anyway; how hard could they hit?

He heard it first, the sound of a riding crop slicing through air, then the impact like a pistol shot. It was a moment before the pain registered but when it did, the burn took him by surprise. He let out a soft whimper before he could restrain himself, screwing his muzzle shut and trying to bury his head against the table. He would not let them know how much it hurt, not if he could help it.

His mistress seemed determined to test his resolve though, as blow after hard blow fell against his stretched ass, pain heaped on pain as the whipping continued. After a while, he couldn't hold back, and little groans came out after each slap of the riding crop against his unprotected rear, his ears flat to his head in submission. The burn turned to a fire, one that threatened to overwhelm him. He realised to his horror it hadn't affected his hardon though; in fact he was harder than ever, his cock pointing to the rough stone floor of the kitchen now dribbling a solid line of clear precum.

Charlotte was almost unable to control herself as she watched her stallion take his punishment. He was magnificent, strong and brave yet his soft moans told her how much she was getting to him. Every little moan went straight to her pussy, which was now dripping in her riding britches, aching for touch. She could see his cock, the long thick fleshy length pointing at the floor, liquid excitement pooling on the floor underneath. She could barely restrain herself from throwing him on the floor and mounting him right there.

She hadn't forgotten her guest though. "Your turn now Liz and don't go easy on him."

"No chance of that my love."

Thomas let out a louder groan, realising he was only halfway through his punishment, but still determined to ride it out. He hoped the new mare wasn't as hard with the crop as his mistress. He would wait a moment before he found out though, as lady Charlotte took the time to stroke his battered ass, gently squeezing his muscled cheeks as he bit his lip to avoid crying out. The soft stroking had its effect though, soothing the burn in his buttocks and replacing it with something else, something erotic that sent shivers the length of his cock. He started panting as the caresses became more urgent...then cried out as he felt a fingertip slide agonisingly down his crevice, the ghost of a touch on his most private places.

All this merely made his ass more sensitive and vulnerable when his mistress eventually pulled back his tail and waited for her guest to take her turn. He felt her hand now again, this time on his mane, fingertips running through his curls. Oh god it felt so good...

The first blow from lady Elizabeth caught him by surprise, and the pain made him cry out before he could stop it. His ass was in agony now, the combination of whipping and touching leaving him unable to take much more. His poor abused buttocks clenched and relaxed now, anticipating each new blow, as his body settled against the table while his strength gave out. He knew he couldn't avoid embarrassing himself, and just willed it all to end.

Lady Elizabeth was enjoying the view too much to let it end just yet. Every slap of the riding crop brought fresh squirming cries from the poor stallion, and his quivering ass delighted her. As his legs slid a little wider now, she could see more each time she hit, as his tortured cheeks tried to disperse the pain by clenching, opening up the young stud's crevice to her view. She was enthralled at a sight she hadn't seen with her few sexual partners yet; the secret cavern of a stallion, the dark velvety skin of his taint, the back of his scrotum, and a winking tailhole, all hers to enjoy.

Overwhelmed by the thought of touching this beautiful treasure, her arm pulled back but this time instead of its normal horizontal trajectory, it described a wide vertical arc, the flared leather tip finally terminating on that self same area as she put all her strength into the blow. As the leather kissed his tailhole and his sensitive taint with a loud crack, Thomas finally broke completely, letting out a loud screaming whinny and babbling a plea for forgiveness, his hands now covering his abused rear and tears streaming down his cheeks. One hoof clopped against the stone floor as the poor stallion tried to do anything to take his mind off the terrible searing pain in his ass.

The mares were stunned by the reaction, and a little mortified at the pain they had inflicted on their stallion. It was no plan of theirs to cripple the stud, quite the opposite. Lady Charlotte laid her muzzle against his ear, soothing the poor youngster and rubbing his mane, while Lady Elizabeth apologised profusely, pleading with the stallion to remove his hands so she could minister to his damaged rear. Eventually he calmed down enough to comply, hands gripping the table with white knuckles, embarrassment forgotten for the moment in remembered pain.

Elizabeth realised she had an opportunity here, and was determined to make the most of it. Letting out soothing nickers, she stroked Thomas's wounded ass, slowly building her pressure until he was moaning again, this time in pleasure. His cock, suddenly shrunken under the onslaught of the riding crop against his pucker, stiffened again, swaying in the air as it filled with blood. He was almost ready.

Reaching between his cheeks, she stroked his crack again, touching the bruised skin of his taint and the swollen pucker of his tailhole, making him wince and whimper at first, but she kept up her delicate touch, feeling the skin twitching to her ministrations. Soon he was pushing back against her hand, lost in a world of pain replaced by pleasure, as she circled his pucker before stroking his perineum, his cock now throbbing and jerking to his heartbeat. Her other hand closed around one of his massive balls, gently fondling as she picked up its weight.

She had never had a shire before, or any stallion remotely as big as this one. His huge organs fascinated her, as much as they made her hunger, and she soon found herself jerking his aching cock while one fingertip kept up its soothing massage on his perineum. The stallion had never been touched there before, by anyone, and the sensation of a beautiful and dominant mare doing this to him proved too much. With a loud whinny he lost his control, thick stallionhood jerking in Elizabeth's hand as he emptied his balls over the floor, rope after rope of thick stallion cum painting the stones with white lines.

As the now mortified stallion just lay there, uncertain of the price he would pay for his humiliating orgasm, the mares looked ruefully at each other.

"You had to go and waste a perfectly good ejaculation didn't you Liz."

"Well, I bet he is a virgin, so it's not a bad thing to be taking the edge off him before we use him. Besides, I think he did deserve some pleasure after what I did."

Use him. His mind registered that, pondered it. His cock, still mostly hard, suddenly rose to full erection again as he thought over that meaning and his balls got to the answer before his tormented brain could. He was theirs, so his mistress had said, it appeared his body literally so. He should be terrified, even appalled, but instead he merely got harder, cock glistening with its first release and awaiting the chance of a second.

"Well Thomas, is that right, are you a virgin?"

"Y...Yes mistress. I've never been with a mare...I was hoping once I had my own forge and could afford it, I would seek a mate, but I didn't want to be just some filly's amusement..."

He realised what he had said, how it might make his mistress angry, but instead she had laughed again.

"Well, you are going to be the amusement for these two mares whether you like it or not Thomas, but if you do a good job you might get a reward yet."

Lifting him from the table, the two now completely aroused mares led the shaking stallion up the stairs to the main bedroom. It was a simple affair, as befitted a mere part time guest residence, but more than comfortable for their needs. A large four poster bed filled one room, and it was here that Thomas found himself led by the mares. He couldn't hide his excitement now, the scent of mare was overpowering and made his cock twitch and throb. He couldn't hide his uncertainty either; this was not something the young stallion had any experience in.

"First you need to undress us Thomas."

With shaking hands, he sought to comply. The bindings all seemed designed to make things as difficult as possible, and more than once he cursed under his breath as the mares laughed at his clumsiness, but eventually he had them both naked before him. The two were alike yet unalike, both silver grey but with different manes, Charlotte silver and Elizabeth black, different markings, and different eyes. Both were disquieting, but Charlotte's blue pierced where Elizabeth's hazel pools smouldered.

He was like a stallion let loose in a sugarcube factory, not knowing what to stick in his muzzle first. Thankfully the two took pity on him, guiding his hands and his muzzle until he got the hang of it and the air filled with whinnies and cries of pleasure. His muzzle wrapped around Charlotte's nipple, suckling and pleasuring with lips and tongue, while his hands found the sensual depths he had been smelling up till now, two incredible warm mare's pussies, so tight around his fingers and yet so pliable. He felt inside their depths, listening for their reactions and touching where he got the best sighs and moans, first the soft slick folds of their lips, then as he became more bold, the hard nubs of two clits, each surprisingly different and delightful. As he rubbed there, he looked up to see an incredibly erotic sight, the two mares locked in a deep passionate kiss, their hands on eachother and on him as he rubbed.

Obeying moaned instructions from his mistress, he got down on his knees then, his muzzle brought first to her pussy. The smell was overpowering, his nostrils flared and drinking in the scent. Tentatively he sent his quivering tongue into the air, tasting the essence of her pleasure, then touching her lips, tasting the sharp tang of her juices. Her hands now wrapped in his mane, drawing him tight against her as he drove his long equine tongue inside her, parting the swollen lips and sampling her depths before sawing in and out to the accompaniment of her cries, the flow of her excited juices almost drowning him. Then his questing tongue reached her clit, and he lapped with fervour as her grip on his mane became painful.

Her cry was the most exquisite thing he had ever heard, a long nickering exhalation of pure pleasure, body shaking against his muzzle and fluid dripping onto his eager lips. His cock pulsed with need, and he knew where he wanted it to go, and soon, but it was up to his captors to decide his fate and all he could do was hang on.

He felt her hands leave his mane, and looked up to see both mares beaming down at him. He had done good, of that he was sure. It made his chest swell with pride.

"Save some for me Lottie!"

"Actually, I thought as my guest you should get the honour of first go."

With a girlish squeal, Elizabeth led Thomas over to the bed, laying him down and spreading his limbs to the four corners.

"Now, don't worry Thomas, but we decided we would like you tied up for this. It will make sure you cant hurt us and we don't have to hurt you."

The dazed stallion could only nod weakly as Elizabeth drew our four long lengths of linen and used them to bind his fetlocks to the bed, then his wrists. The big stallion was now helpless, and completely aroused.

"Now its time for you to show me how much Lottie just taught you."

The naked mare straddled his chest, reaching back to fondle his cock and make him groan, before winking at the stallion as she reversed her position, still straddling him but facing his hooves. Sliding back ever further, she eventually reached the perfect position; her dripping quim placed directly above Thomas' muzzle. With a squeak of delight, she lowered herself onto him and ground against him.

Thomas needed no instruction, his lips parted and he gave his second long sloppy pussy eating in a row, this time taking care to tease and lick as much around the mare's heated pussy as possible before diving inside with his questing tongue. As he tasted her, enjoying the new and different taste of the second mare, he felt his mistress join them on the bed, straddling his hips as the two mares faced eachother. He could hear their kiss, the long deep growls of pleasure from the two mares as they took their pleasure from each other as well as him. A pleasure shared, as Charlotte took hold of his cock and guided it to her pussy, rubbing his thick flare over her clit while his tongue lapped at Elizabeth's. It was not long before both mares were on the edge, panting and moaning with each new touch, until both came within seconds of the other, their sounds making his head spin and his cock ache like never before.

"Who gets to go first?"

"Guest's right as always my love."

He saw them now move, and Elizabeth straddled his hips just as Charlotte had done, but this time his mistress took up a position behind her guest, watching them both, and he had an uninterrupted view of his cock now pressed against the beautiful mare's pussy lips. With a wink down at him, Elizabeth pressed down, her folds parting and wrapping around his shaft as with a cry she took his broad flared head inside her. She waited for a moment, whimpering softly. She had never had one so big, and the blacksmith was a stallion amongst stallions. Slowly, with her friend holding her, touching her nipples and licking her neck, she drove down onto the bound stud, taking a little more each time, a wince and a nicker of pain at each fresh entry, until she finally took him all inside her and rested against his body for a long delicious moment.

It was the most incredible sensation in Thomas' short life, that first time inside a mare. Soft warm velvety folds gripping and touching, tight yet yielding, every nerve in his cock suddenly on fire at once. The pain in his ass and his sore abused taint were forgotten, as all he could feel was this amazing liquid fire surrounding his cock, and he wanted it to go on forever. As Elizabeth slowly rose off him, he cried out, imagining her leaving him, but his fears were groundless as the mare slowly lowered herself down again, completing the first amazing stroke of his life as a stud. The second came quicker, and then the third, and soon the mare was riding him hard, head thrown back as she took all the pleasure she could from the bound helpless stallion and he could only thrust up slightly to meet her.

It was no plan of either mare to risk having a foal though, they knew the Duke would be beyond angry and it would not go well for Thomas if they did. Despite the threats of gelding for scrumping which she knew was an exaggeration, Charlotte was well aware of at least one gelding in recent memory, a handsome and roguish colt from the local village that her eldest sister had been fooling around with. No one said anything when he left the village permanently, pained and limping, but the whispers had got around. Justice had been swift and merciless.

So as Elizabeth rode the beautiful colt, her orgasm approaching in waves, Charlotte concentrated on the stallion, feeling his balls as the wild mating continued. She knew the signs, the way his tail started flagging, the way his balls drew up tight. She had fooled around with enough of the stablecolts to be experienced in the ways of stallions, though with them she had been able to take precautions. A sturdy cockring and scrotum ring would keep them on the boil and unable to cum, but she had no such backup here. She would have to use more crude measures.

As Thomas felt his own second orgasm approaching, his body on fire, suddenly he let out a wild whinny of shock and pain as he felt his scrotum drawn away from his body, and his balls squeezed hard. The pain was excruciating, and he immediately lost the orgasm he was so near to enjoying.

"Sorry Thomas, but we cant have you going off. No little foals are allowed, and that's the best way to stop it."

Elizabeth had slowed her ride while her friend took care of Thomas, but she sped up again now, his cock feeling so good inside her. Then as she got near, she felt Charlotte against her, one hand still clamped around the stallion's balls, but the other was free, and it slid round to touch her clit, rubbing up and down in time as she rode the thick shaft of stallion cock inside her. The combined stimulation drover her over the edge, and Elizabeth let out her loudest whinny as she rode out an incredible orgasm, her folds clenching around Thomas's now oversensitive and needy stallion cock. All he could do was watch the erotic scene and hope his balls recovered.

"My turn now...make sure you give his balls a good squeeze if he gets close now."

The poor stallion groaned in anguish as he realised his fate. His first mating, inside two beautiful young mares, and he would never be allowed to cum. Part of him wished he had thrown himself on the mercy of the Duke.

Charlotte now took the no longer virgin stallion inside her, a little faster than her friend, though with no less feeling of fullness. She worked up a hard riding pace, enjoying every inch of massive stallion cock as she took her greatest pleasure from the apprentice blacksmith, her mind remembering the first time she saw him on the estate. A gawky big colt, with a winning smile shyly hidden behind his forelock, swinging the hammer at the forge as he learned the business of smithing under the watchful gaze of his uncle.

She had come to have her horse shod, but stayed to watch the colt, the way his muscles bulged as he wielded the hammer, the powerful grace even in one not full grown, biceps and chest like granite slabs. She had rubbed her clit that night imagining it was him touching her, and ever since he had been in her erotic fantasies. Now the fantasy had become reality and it was better than she could have hoped.

She heard him cry out and felt him shudder, her poor stallion brought back from the brink again as Elizabeth tormented his trapped balls. The thought made her strangely aroused though, the thought of controlling a stud by the touch on his orbs, to caress, or to crush at will. As he writhed under her, testing his bonds in futile attempt to break free, his distress and erotic torment drew her own orgasm forward, breaking over her like a tidalwave and making her scream out in ecstasy. She came off the high, realising she had dug her hoofed fingertips into his chest in her pleasure, ugly bruises under the fur of his plump pectorals. He gazed up at her, longingly and fearfully. With a wicked grin, she drew her fingers across his nipples, grazing the tips before clasping them between fingers and pinching hard as he groaned.

"Well done stud...we will make a stallion of you yet."

The mares weren't finished yet though.They each took turns riding him again and again until his cock and balls ached, and their orgasms had become almost painful. Finally Charlotte let the waves of another orgasm fill her and collapsed against him, her nipple now in his muzzle as he licked her, soft whimpers from him making her smile as he begged for release.

"What do we do with him now Lottie?"

As she rose off the exhausted stallion, still hard and dripping, she had an idea.

"Well, I still think he needs to be punished. You didn't get to finish whipping him thanks to your carelessness, and he has been a bad pony. He does need to empty those poor balls though or they will burst."

The pathetic stallion nodded wildly at that last statement. Oh god his balls...he would almost welcome gelding right now.

"If I release you, you will have to obey Thomas, and no touching your cock unless I allow it. Clear?"

"Yes Mistress...please mistress!"

Still on fire from the sexual high, Charlotte rubbed herself over the bound stallion as she untied him, savouring the feel of his hard muscles against her. Next time she would have to keep him free, she wanted him holding her more than anything on earth.

"Now, sit in that chair pony."

Meekly, Thomas obeyed, taking up position in the dainty armchair by the bed, feeling self conscious and out of place. Charlotte knelt before him, grinning like a devil up at the needy stallion. She wrapped her hands around his fetlocks, rubbing them and enjoying the feel of his feathering on her hands. He was cute everywhere. Then she suddenly lifted his ankles, raising them up until his big hooves rested on the arms of the chair, his whole body now curled up in a stallion ball to avoid falling off the chair in this position.

"Now stud, you can take care of yourself."

"What do you mean mistress."

"Look down."

The confused stallion dropped his gaze, and realised his cock was now close to his muzzle, the flared end drooling precum as the shaft lay against his belly. The position had brought his muzzle nice and close to his cock, and he could smell the scent of mare and precum only a short distance away.

"But I'm not allowed to touch."

"No...but you can suck."

Dimly he realised what she had in mind, as did Elizabeth who burst into stifled giggles at the prospect of forcing the big stud colt to suck his own cock.

"No!...no....I can't...."

"If you want to cum Thomas, that's the only way."

She reached forward, cupping his balls and stroking the leathery sack while her other hand jacked the base of his shaft. He started whimpering, begging for mercy, but she just winked at him again and pointed to his flare with her eyes.

"Better get licking Thomas."

Swallowing his pride, the stallion resolved to get it over with. He couldn't resist, he needed to cum more than ever in his life, and if this was the price so be it. Secretly he was excited though; he had seen some of his fellow colts doing this over the years, the sighs and nickers of pleasure never enough to get him to try this forbidden pleasure. Now he could tell himself he had no choice, and enjoy anyway.

With a last dark pleading look at the mares, he bent his muzzle forward, straining his neck, until he stuck out his tongue and touched the end of his cock. The feeling was incredible, electric, and a second lick confirmed the feeling. Lost to the need to cum now, he used his tongue to wrap around the end of his cock and draw it into his muzzle, lips wrapped around the shaft just under the flare as he began to slowly suck himself off. Precum began to flood his muzzle, the acrid taste and smell just driving him on to seek an end and pure bliss.

As she saw him give in to his own sensations, Charlotte began stroking him in earnest now, keeping up a soft encouraging banter.

"That's it pony...relax...enjoy it...feel your lips on that shaft...use your tongue now, lick the slit...that's it, good isn't it?...now suck harder....slide your lips down the shaft further....yes good colt..."

She cupped his balls, feeling them swell even more and draw slowly against his body. This time she would let him cum, but she had one more surprise in store.

As the stallion felt his orgasm approaching, the sensations in his cock spreading to his balls, then his belly, then his ass, he felt the mare touching his balls again, the feeling perfect. One fingertip now parted his balls, sliding back along his taint, making him moan around the cock head buried in his muzzle. Then without warning he felt her fingertip against his pucker, musky tailhole clenching in impending cum; and then he felt it slide inside, her finger parting his virgin pucker and driving in hard to the knuckle as she squeezed his balls gently.

He tried to shout "no!" but it was too late, and as he opened his muzzle with wide eyes his cock unleashed a mammoth floodtide of cum, drowning his muzzle until he choked, then splattering his face and chest as spurt after spurt of thick seed erupted from his cock. The orgasm seemed to go on and on as hours of pent up need were expended, coating the helpless stallion in his own emissions. When it was finally over, he was almost ready to cry, the taste of cum filling his muzzle and the smell overwhelming his nostrils. The two mares took pity on him though, and soon they were licking every last drop from his coat, finishing with a deep tongue kiss from Charlotte that took his breath away while Elizabeth nuzzled his deflating cock.

Afterwards he stood in the kitchen while they washed him up with hot water from the copper, long languid strokes of the cloth against his fur soothing and removing the pain and the fear and replacing it with sensual bliss. Still he was wary though; still he knew they owned him.

"I think I am going to enjoy staying this summer."

They all broke into laughter, even Thomas. It was not going to be dull, that much he was sure of.

Charlotte reached into his canvas bag, pulling out two apples and throwing them at the startled stallion.

"Here, enjoy. Besides, you are going to need your strength. Be back here next Sunday, at the same time Thomas. And I expect to find you stealing apples again...and needing more punishment."

With a slap of her palm against his ass, she propelled the stallion through the door and into the kitchen garden, with his clothes following him out the door. Being a Lady can have its advantages, mused Charlotte. Particularly if you didn't want to behave like one.