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College was everything I had hoped it would be and more. The freedom. The experiences. A new perspective. I constantly found myself embracing opportunities to try new things and broaden my horizons in a new city, far away from my parents. It was enough to put a trot into any horse's step.

So when a handsome classmate asked me if I wanted to hang out at his place sometime, I was thrilled. He was a horse, like me, but dark brown fur (whereas mine is white), and a smile to die for. As quiet as he was in class, he was the last person I'd expected to go out of his way be so friendly, but his shy smile and stammered invitation made my day.

I mean, I'm also horse and all, but there was just something about him. As if he was a horse's horse, if you get my meaning. He was kind and polite. He had this wonderful laugh. And as far as I was concerned, he was more than a little handsome.

So we exchanged numbers and parted ways. A few hours later my phone dinged with a texted address and time. I was surprised to discover that the address was off campus. My financial aid and family contribution was modest enough that I lived in a tiny dorm room. But according to my smartphone, not only did the horse live off campus, he lived pretty much on the edge of town.

Being the carefree horse I was, I was more than happy for an excuse to leave campus and so I drove my recently acquired, previously-used, car to where my phone's GPS system directed. What I found didn't shock me so much as it did impress me.

Not only was the house itself impressive, but the yard was so large I felt compelled to squint when examining the neighboring buildings. It was quite beautiful too. A well manicured garden. Obviously a custom built framework. Subtle ornamental flourishes too, like the stylized iron-wrought door knocker.

But I didn't have too much time to gawk as my classmate noticed me from the other side of the window. Running out with a grin on his face, he called out, "Hey Jaden! Good to see you. Thanks for coming."

Following him inside past the stone walkway and through the glass-paneled door, I could only reply, "No sweat, Arthur. Thanks for the invite... but man, you didn't tell me your place was so freakin' cool."

Blushing a little at the unexpected compliment, the horse replied, "Umm, well, this is my dad's place."

Part of me wanted to mumble something along the lines of "No shit, Sherlock," but Arthur and I didn't know each other well enough yet for me to be sure he'd appreciate my sense of humor. Instead, I simply stated, "He has good taste."

From above me I heard, "Well, I'd like to think so!"

A larger, more muscular, and more mature horse was smiling down at me from a railing that looked down into the den from the second story. His fur was dark black, even darker than Arthur's brown coloring.

The older man continued on to say, "You must be Jaden. So good to see you. I'll be down in a moment to greet you properly. In the meantime... Arthur, why don't you show him around? You can start with the basement."

For some reason, upon hearing the word 'basement', the younger horse's face expressed shock and embarrassment.

"Dad! I was just planning on me and Jaden playing some video games upstairs... you know, horsin' around!"

Body language firm and insistent as he held eye-contact with his son, the man said, "You heard me, Arthur. No back talk now."

From the mustang's conflicted expression, it looked like back talk was exactly what he was wanting to engage in. Eventually he must have realized it was futile, and after several long seconds of looking up at his dad with that surprised expression on his face, he mumbled, "...Yes, sir."

I had no idea what that awkward, tense exchange was about, so I kept my mouth shut as Arthur led the way to the basement.

Sullenly silent, he didn't look like he was in the mood for questions so I just kept pace with him as we marched down three hallways and down a long flight of poorly lit stairs.

At the bottom we went through a door into a pitch black room. I stumbled around for a moment expecting the lights to turn on at any moment, but after a full minute in the dark with my arms waving about in front of me, I called out, "Hey, dude, hit the lights or something."

With an intense flash, the basement lights were tripped on, flooding the room with bright light.

Looking around, my brain refused to process the signals received by my disbelieving eyes.

There was just so much about the room that defied rationality or explanation. The peculiar equipment. The line of oddly stocked shelves. The worrisome cage in the corner.

But the items that immediately caught my attention were the huge framed photos that hung in a row around the entire room. There must have been almost two dozen of them, and each depicted an intensely sexual encounter between Arthur and his dad.

With my eyes and mouth open in disbelief, I was unable to help myself as I slowly turned around to examine each of them.

The first one, high-definition and full color, showed Arthur leaning over, looking up to the camera that was to his right. Each hand gripping one of his own ankles. Behind him, the man I had assumed to be his father had fed what looked to half of his hard equine cock up into the lad's rear. And, in the picture, the black horse's expression seemed one of focus, as if he were working hard to get the rest of his length into his boy's hole.

As I turned clockwise, I noticed the next frame picture, just as large and in-your-face as the one to its left. In this photo, Arthur was laying on a bed on his back, his hands unseen beneath him. His head was laying off the edge of the bed, arched back as far as it would go. The reason for this was apparent as the black furred man was using the lad's properly aligned throat as a fuck-tube for his horse-thick meat. Again, the father's expression was one of intense focus as the picture snapped a moment in time where he was intent on feeding his son every inch he had.

The next frame was even more graphic than the first two, if such a thing were possible. In it, both of Arthur's hands were wrapped around the base of an aggressively sized dildo as his arms worked the rubber sex toy up his rear chute. The photo was taken from above him, the horse's legs pulled back and secured over his chest, presumably to keep them out of the way as the boy worked to complete the arduous task of getting the dildo fully inserted. And one detail in particular stood out from amongst all the rest: Arthur's own cock was fully restrained inside a tight fitting metal chastity device.

Nearly on auto-pilot, I was about to examine the next photograph when I remembered the situation that brought me here in the first place.

Turning around sharply, I faced the horse who had escorted me into this room. Even as I readied myself shout out astonished questions, I couldn't help but notice his own reaction. Watching me gawk at these all-too revealing looks into his past, he looked ashamed, shocked, and most of all, helpless.

I did the only thing I knew to do. I shouted questions at him.

"Dude, what the fuck! Is that you in those photos? Is that your dad?? What is this place, man. Shelves filled with sex toys? A big honkin' cage in the corner? Answer me, Arthur!"

But no answer was forth coming. As I yelled out question after question, demanding answers to what I saw before me, he could only blink at me as if in a daze. Like an animal caught in headlights on the highway.

At last, my tirade was interrupted as Arthur's father walked calmly into the room, standing behind his son. Placing a firm hand on his boy's shoulder, the man volunteered, "Sorry about that, Jaden. Arthur won't be able to answer your questions. You see, while down in the playroom he's not allowed to talk without permission. But I'd be happy to address any questions or concerns you might have. Don't be alarmed. Ask me whatever you like."

This was just all too surreal for me. It took me a second or two to come up with anything to say, but when I did, this is what came out of my mouth.

"You two are like, lovers or something? Isn't that, like, way way wrong? Isn't he your son!"

Chuckling lightly, the horse used his grip on his son's shoulder to silently push him to a kneeling position at his feet.

"Lovers isn't quite the right word for it. That implies that Arthur and I are equals, which is certainly not the case. As for him being my son... well, in a legal sense, you are correct. But biologically, we have no relation. You see, he's the son of my younger brother who passed away quite some time ago in a car accident, along with his wife. However, I was adopted by our parents, while my brother is their biological child. When my brother passed away, guardianship of Arthur here passed to me. The rest, as they say, is history."

Mind racing miles per minute, I asked the question that I had really wanted to ask from the start.

"So why am I here, then? It's pretty obvious Arthur doesn't even want me here!"

Running his hand gently but firmly through his boy's brown mane, the father pet his son as he answered, "Well, Arthur doesn't really get a vote, do you Arthur? But that's not really an answer, is it. You're here because he mentioned to me that he thought you were funny and cute. I decided that since he's in college now that his sexual circle should expand beyond just myself. After looking into you and your history some, I decided you were a good match for my boy. I told him to invite you over today so that you two could hang out and... well, here we are."

This all sounded just too... too much. It was all too much. I still couldn't wrap my head around it.

Pressing on, I accused, "That just doesn't' make any sense. You decided your son needs a fuck buddy so you just surprised me with all this? This room... these photos! Who in their right mind would agree to this. And what is 'this', anyway? Some kind of game?"

My vaguely worded question peaked the man's interest, and with a pleased smile he went on to say, "There's no way you'd be able to agree to anything without knowing what you were getting into. Allowing you to see my playroom was simply the fastest way to show you. To get you to understand. As for 'fuck buddy'... no, that's not accurate. My son doesn't need a 'fuck buddy'. He needs an overseer, for when I'm not around. He needs someone to keep him firmly in hand. To give him direction."

"But, why! Why not just let him go out and date and make friends like a normal person! Like any other guy in college!"

"Why? Because I decided not to. That is enough and no other reason is needed."

"Fuck that man, he's not your slave. He's your son. What the hell is wrong with you?" Looking at Arthur, who seemed paralyzed with indecision and stress, I told him, "Arthur, dude, listen to me man. This is fucked. You just say the word and we're out of here. You can stay at my place. We'll call the cops. Or whatever. There's no rush... no pressure. Whatever you want to do. But we have to go."

But the younger horse didn't budge. Not even an inch. He just kept looking down at the floor, as if stunned.

"Of course he's free to go. Of course he isn't a slave. Of course he is my son. My son who I love very much. Which is why I took such care in choosing a good overseer for him. And your actions just now proved my choice to be the correct one. You care about him, I can see that."

Bewildered, I hardly knew how to proceed from here.

"Care about him? I hardly know him. We're just classmates, that's all. He mostly keeps to himself, so I don't even know that much about him."

Face lighting up as if he just spotted the perfect opportunity before him, Arthur's dad said, "Oh? Well, my boy has no secrets in this room. This is the perfect time to get to know him. Honey Drop, strip."

The horse's expression was one of utter disbelief, but moving at a brisk pace, Arthur did exactly what was demanded of him. In just moments all of his clothes were crumpled in a pile on the floor as he stood completely in the nude. That is, except for a shiny metallic chastity device.

I refused to accept what I was hearing and seeing, so I did my best to call the father out for this charade.

"Look at him, dude. Look at his face! You're embarrassing him!"

Cocking his head to the side with a slightly confused look, the father responded, "Obviously he would be embarrassed. He's standing naked in front of two fully clothed men who are discussing his private life at great length. While wearing a chastity device no less. He'd be even more embarrassed if I ordered him to start providing me oral service, right here and now and in front of you. But he'd do it without hesitation. He's had plenty of training on not dragging his feet, you see."

With my brain just about ready to turn into liquid goop and leak out of my ears, I mumbled, "I just don't get it... what does he get out of this? Why does he do it?"

Once again pressing Arthur down to a kneeling position on the floor, the dad asked, "Are you referring to Honey Drop? If so, I think you're misunderstanding something. What happens in this room isn't about his needs. It's about my needs. And soon it will be about your needs. It is very possible that right now, at this very moment, my boy has never been more flustered and embarrassed in his life. But he knows better than to speak up about such a petty complaint. His input has not been solicited on this topic. Nor will it be. This is a conversation between you and me, and he just happens to be here to witness it."

Feeling self righteous on Arthurs behalf, I said, "Well then, what the hell do you get out of all this?"

"Is that not self evident from the pictures that don these walls? I've experienced sexual heights the likes of which very few men can boast. Answer me this, colt. Have you ever had your spent seed licked off the ground before you as you watched on from above? Have you ever received a passionate rimjob from someone who knew full well that the favor would not be returned? Have you ever put someone's balls in a vice because they had the audacity to beg to cum after being subjected to a three hour edging session? No? And before today, you probably never would have even thought about it. These and thousands of other experiences would have been denied to you. And now, here they all are... ripe for the taking."

Being the young, hormone-fueled boy I was, I found myself growing shamefully hard at the black horse's words. And I was not alone. All three of us were breathing more deeply as our pulses raced. The older man's pants were stretching obscenely from a massive cock that refused to hidden by a couple thin layers of clothing. As for Arthur, I could see a few small but noticeable drops of precum from the hole at the curved tip of his chastity device.

Shaking my head, I couldn't get over how unfair this all sounded for my now fully exposed friend.

"But all at his expense! Arthur is the one suffering for your pleasure!"

Grabbing his son's mane, the horse forced the youth's face into the front of his tenting pants. Arthur, as well trained as he was, knew what to do and began to work the pants' zipper down with his teeth.

"Everyone suffers for the ones they love. Honey Drop is no different from anyone else in this regard. But if you're worried for his well being, he is well taken care of, I assure you. He is allowed a social life. I provide him with spending money. He is receiving a top notch university education. The obedience and discipline I require in return for my generosity is sizeable, I admit. But this arrangement is not nearly so one sided as you seem to assume."

Even as he spoke, Arthur pressed his muzzle and tongue into the newly created gap between the pants' fabric and used them to extract the man's half hard arousal. With just the slightest hint of hesitation, my college classmate pulled his father's horse cock into his mouth and began to gently suckle upon it, focusing on its tip at first before working his way down the well endowed shaft.

I had always been told that these years were the time that I should be trying to broaden my horizons... that in college I would be exposed to different ideas and new ways of life. Taking a deep breath, and observing Arthur's undeniable willingness to humiliate himself at his father's behest, I tried to mentally allow for possibilities that I had initially refused to consider.

Crossing my arms in front of my crotch to hide my erection, I said something along the lines of, "Well... it's true that I don't see you forcing him..."

Looking down at his boy as the brown furred horse serviced him, the dad replied, "Oh, this? This is nothing for him. Practically PG rated. I've had to force him plenty in the past. You ever try and put a chastity cage on the cock of a horny teenage boy who hasn't been allowed to cum for some time? Believe me when I say that, at first, force was very necessary. However, we've put a great deal more time into discipline training since then."

If Arthur was blushing, it was hard to tell with him turned away, his face buried between his father's legs as he worked to pleasure his dad with his arms crossed behind his back.

My cock was so hard just then that it was aching. Curiosity peaked, I couldn't help but seek to sate it.

"You mean... he doesn't get to jerk off whenever he wants?"

A loud, prolonged laugh emerged from the dark-furred horse's chest, even as Arthur continued to his mouth back and forth over the man's length, which was fully hard now. After a short while the laughter concluded and he said, "Oh heavens no. Honey Drop hasn't been allowed access to his own pole for many years. That said, I know how young boy's are with their urges and desires, so he spends most of his time with his boy-hood securely caged. No reason to take chances, you see. Besides... where do you think the name 'Honey Drop comes from? It fits him quite well, I'm sure you'll come to agree."

Seeing a young, hunky, fit classmate perform oral service on his father, biologically related or not, was doing quite the number on me, and my judgement was already somewhat compromised. Not that I knew that at the time.

Picking up on this, the father decided to press his advantage and inquire, "So, what do you say? Want to take my son out for a test drive sometime? He'd be happy to suck you off between classes in the school bathroom. Maybe you'd like to relieve some stress by fucking him in the utility closet after a test? Or perhaps you'd like to have fun exploring his body? He truly loves it having his balls licked and played with, even when he's not allowed to shoot. Sadly for him, that isn't one of my personal kinks, so he doesn't receive this sort of treatment very often. But maybe he'll get lucky with you and that will be one of your turn-ons. If not, don't worry about it. He's more than use to having his balls ignored."

But looking around the basement again, I knew this was more than just about me fucking Arthur from time to time. Noticing some of the wall pictures I didn't get a chance to look at earlier, I knew for sure that this was true. While some where downright vanilla like the ones I initially examined, others were much darker and more extreme.

They depicted an unbelievable variety of kinky acts, always with Arthur cast in the role of the victim. Turning around, I took in a quick mental inventory of just this small sample of his sexual history. I saw him with his hard cock being sounded, him with an alarmed, worried look on his face as he watched the thick rod pressed deeper into the rarely explored depths of his dick's urethra.

In another photo not far from that one, his balls were tightly compressed between two clear plastic plates, Arthur obviously pleading as arm came in from out of frame to turn a red colored wheel attached to the device that controlled the plates. I couldn't believe the degree to which his eggs had already been squeezed, and from the look on his face, neither could he.

It got worse still, as a picture on the opposite wall showed a close-up of his cock and balls, all tightly bound by course looking yarn. Worryingly, the horse's package was a dark shade of purple. Beside Arthur's oxygen deprived unit, a hour-glass filled with sand strongly suggested that he still had some time before this trial was over.

At this point, I tried to look away, but one more image caught my eye. One that refused to be ignored. In it, the young horse was strapped firmly to a polished steel table, bindings tightly attached to cuffs found all over his body, including his arms, legs, neck, and forehead. Much like the sounding picture, the teenager's cock was fully hard. Except in this photo, it was covered in what looked to be an automated milking device, hard at work over his sensitive flesh. Also depicted was Arthur's father, who stood by with his palm resting on what looked to be a hand-cranked electric generator. Ominous wires connected the generator to pads located all up and down bound horse's cock and balls. A frantic look was on the lad's face and it looked very much like he'd like to have said something, if he wasn't ball gagged.

Of all the framed photos, this appeared to be the only one with a large font caption below the image. It read: "Learning Not To Cum Without Permission"

Reading this, I knew what was being asked of me wasn't quite so innocent as just getting a couple blowjobs in the school restroom.

"And you're going to be doing... what? Wanting to watch while I work him over? Using me as just another sex toy to enjoy messing with your son?"

That came out with a bit more venom than I intended it to. But there it was. The accusation was out there, and now he'd have to deal with it.

"Ahh, I see. You seem to believe that you are here solely because of me and my desires. That isn't quite the case. Honey Drop, take a second and tell your friend here what you said you'd like to do to him. Then get back to work... but less noisy this time. Daddy is talking."

Pulling off his father's veined dick with a lewd, wet noise, Arthur stayed kneeling but turned around briefly to say, "I told dad that you were the cutest guy in class... and that I wouldn't mind doing... stuff for you. Umm, you know, sex stuff."

He said this in a breathless rush while avoiding eye contact, and then immediately turned around to hide from his humiliation. Needless to say, this meant that he was now required to get back encouraging his dad's cock to give up a thick load. A task which he dutifully set himself to.

"You see? From the horse's mouth itself, if you'll pardon the phrasing. My son would like to suck your cock. Furthermore, he'd like to gargle your cum, tongue your balls, and a great more besides I'm sure. But this isn't really about what my son wants. It's about what you want. So, Jaden... what is it that you want?"

I couldn't have been more conflicted. All over the walls and shelves were evidence of sex acts I had never considered, let alone even knew existed. And as much as I wanted to assume that Arthur was okay with all of this, it was pretty clear based on what his father said that he didn't set the rules and that 'no' wasn't an tolerated answer in this room.

"You're... not planning to try to do any of this stuff with me, are you? Like, the ropes and the chastity device and all that?"

That was one thing I absolutely had to clear up before I ever entertained the thought of getting sucked into this crazy guys fantasy life.

"Surely not. You're an independent, ambitious male. That's plain to see. If I tried to dominate you, you'd actually put up a fight, yes? Not merely roll over and take it like my Honey Drop here did. Oh, he tried to pretend to resist at first, but it was clear from the beginning it was all a front to protect his imagined masculinity. It didn't take long to find the horny, submissive slut hiding inside you, did it boy?"

By that point, I was just about to bolt. It was all too much, and, looking back, I think Arthur's father could see that, because he chose that exact time to excuse himself. Maybe because I kept glancing at the door behind him or kept edging towards it.

The black horse pushed all the way into his son's mouth, until his balls were resting beside Arthur's chin before pulling all the way out. He then slapped the side of boy's face with his weighty shaft, resulting in an audible thumping sound I could hear from where I was standing.

He didn't even bother to try and tuck his meat back into his pants as he turned around, explaining his departure by saying, "I can see at this point my presence is doing more harm than good. Why don't you two boys talk it out for a while. Jaden, feel free to ask my boy here anything you like. Like I said, he has no secrets in this room. As for you, Honey Drop, you will treat our guest respectfully. You will answer all questions honestly and you will follow his instructions, until I tell you otherwise. You kids have fun now."

And so all of a sudden, Arthur and I were left on our own. At first there was only awkward silence.

I realized pretty quickly that I'd be waiting for an eternity if I expected my still naked classmate to make the first move, so I decided to push him a little.

"Arthur... dude... say something, man. You were going down on your old man like that shit is normal. Please tell me you're not like, brainwashed or something."

Turning around to face me, but still kneeling with his hands behind his back, the brown horse had the presence of mind to look abashed as he replied, "It's... not like that, sir. It's just how things go around here. I dunno... it's hard to explain. You sort of get use to it, you know? Like, mowing the lawn or doing the dishes. It's just another chore, in a way."

I wanted to be disgusted and angry, but mostly I was equal parts horny and curious. What I had just seen and heard had basically blown the barn doors off my mind. We were definitely on the other side of the looking glass now, and all the rules as I'd known them for so many years had changed in an instant.

"...Doing the dishes? Seriously? Wait, you mean, like an everyday kind of deal? Just how often do you... err.. service him."

Biting his lower lip as he considered how to answer, Arthur finally responded, "Yeah, I guess I'd say it's an everyday kind of thing. I mean, we don't visit the playroom every day, but I usually wake him up with a blowjob. That's how he likes to start his morning routine."

At least my friend was no longer ignoring me or acting like a robot. Though these answers were throwing me for a serious loop.

"So basically everyday you're sucking off your own dad, or he's fucking you, or whatever, and meanwhile your dicks locked up tight? Tell me straight, Arthur -- there's no way you could possibly think that's fair. Doesn't that bother you? Don't you ever want to just... just, jerk it!"

"Umm, yeah, I kind of always want to jerk it. That's sort of the point of the chastity belt, I guess. But knowing that it's not an option kind of helps, in a way. Since I know there's nothing I can do about it I don't have to fret about it all day every day. When I suddenly feel like I need to get off, I just chose to focus on something I can actually do something about. Like doing my homework or hanging out with friends."

He was speaking to me as if this was all completely rational and made perfect sense. I suddenly felt compelled to know just how long this had all been going on for.

Practically shouting from how animated I was, I demanded, "How long have you been wearing that? I don't mean how long since you last took it off. I mean, when was the first time you were locked up?"

Looking down at the chastity device he wore, Arthur humbly offered, "Dad put it on me the first time he caught me masturbating. I'm not sure exactly when that was... sometime around puberty. I've been wearing one almost constantly ever since."

"Wait a minute. You mean you've been in a chastity device since you've been old enough to even have a hard on? And you're honestly telling me you don't see a problem with that."

Arthur blinked once. "It's just what I'm use to, I suppose. When I was young, I assumed that this happened to most other kids until my father explained things to me. About what I was allowed to say in public and what I wasn't. But it's not like I never got to shoot. If I got like, straight As on my report card or won first place at the science fair, he'd give me ten or fifteen minutes out of the belt."

I was going to press him on how often that was, but it was pretty obvious from context clues that it was a rare treat when he was allowed some fun outside of the belt. So I pivoted to something else that had been bothering me.

"And all the while your father has been taking advantage of you? Since puberty? That's not okay, Arthur. That kind of stuff fucks up people's lives. You could be emotionally damaged and not even realize it."

Looking up at me for basically the first time since we'd been in this room, my exposed classmate insisted, "No-no-no! That's not it at all. He just kept me chaste is all. He never even laid a hand on me until I was over eighteen. And even then, he explained exactly what would happen and how it would affect our relationship first. Before asking me, I mean. He never forced himself on me. I mean... other than, you know, after I had already agreed that was okay."

"Wait a second, back up. You're telling me you agreed to all this?"

"Well, I agreed to try it out for a year, after my eighteenth birthday. There were definitely times that I wanted to back out... that I told him I'd had enough. But dad made me keep my word. And after a year... I just didn't mind it so much, you know?"

"Don't mind it? Now I know you're lying to yourself. Look at these pictures. Look at them! You're yelling, screaming, or begging in most of them. Don't sit there and fucking tell me that this is like doing the dishes."

"I won't say that I was having fun at the time that those were taken, but, well... It's sort of like a roller coaster ride, yeah? You think you're going to die when you're at the very top of the tracks and it's taking off like a bullet. But later, it's kind of a fun memory to look back on. See what I mean? You're right that there's plenty of times while we're in the playroom that I'm begging dad to stop... especially when he's being rough with my junk... but I know he'd never seriously hurt me. And it's not all bad. Sometimes I'm even allowed to get off too."

At this point in our discussion, I knew there was no point in trying to get Arthur to see things from my perspective. We'd just lived two lives that were totally different. But there was one thing that I still had to know.

"It's fun to have your nuts pressed flat like a pair of pancakes, huh? Well, whatever, it's your life. Whatever floats your boat. But why am I here, Arthur? And here's an even better one: why shouldn't I leave right now?"

To this, the horse actually stood up, as if suddenly worried.

"Please don't leave, Jaden! I've never been able to share any of this with anyone before. If you don't want to ever hear about any of this again, I'll totally understand. But please, don't stop being my friend."

He sounded so sincere, it was nearly heartbreaking. He'd lived a life of secrets, never able to breathe a word of any of it to anyone. In a way, I was his first real connection to the world outside the basement door.

"I'm not making any promises... but I guess I'm not ready to bug out quite yet. So... what happens now?"

Offering a sweet but confused smile, Arthur answered, "Whatever you like. I don't really get to make the decisions down here. We can just talk, if you want. Or head upstairs. I'm allowed to wear clothes upstairs, and tell white lies, and all sorts of things. Just like any other kid... for the most part"

"But down here you're not?"

"Oh no, I'm never allowed to fib to Dad while in the playroom. Lies get punished harshly. That's how he found out about you... we were... playing down here, and he asked me if there were any cute boys in my class. And so, you came up."

"Don't say 'playing'. Tell me what he was doing."

"Yes, sir." Arthur said obediently. "He was fisting me while I did my best to keep my balls from dipping down into a bowl containing a liquid chili mixture."

"Jeez... sorry I asked."

"No, please, don't be. I'm glad I get to talk to this with someone. Well, not just any someone. With you."

Hesitantly approaching him, I stood in front of Arthur and asked, "So, I'm guessing you don't want me to rescue you from all this?"

Surprised at the question, he said, "Huh, what? No, of course not. Dad is very strict, but he's fair. And we care about each other. Even if he has a weird way of showing it."

"...Yeah, I saw. He was basically fucking your face there for a bit while I watched."

"Father is very masculine and fit, so he needs to get off a lot. Biologically, I'm his brother's son, who was a wimp, so it's actually better for me to be kept chaste. That way I don't waste what little testosterone I have."

That was so painfully inaccurate from a biological and chemistry standpoint that I just chose to ignore it. I knew that Arthur wasn't ready to hear that the only reason he'd spent all of his adult life constantly horny is because his dad got off on knowing that his son was constantly horny.

"Anyway... what was that overseer business your father was going on about?"

"Dad's very busy since he's so important at work. He told me that one day he might need to find someone to look after me during the times he's not home. And when I'm out at the mall and stuff."

"Look after you?"

"Sure, you know. Someone to make sure I'm not trying to play with myself when no one's looking. Someone to spank my balls if I'm getting uppity. Just regular stuff."

Arthur and I had very different definitions of what 'regular stuff' entailed. But by then, all this kink talk had pretty much pushed me over the brink. I was young and horny and he was available and willing. So, I hope you won't judge me too harshly for what I said next.

"Man... this is all just mind blowing. So, you're really comfortable with all of this? And if, for example, I just said something like, 'Get down on your knees and blow me?', you'd really do it?"

Not understanding the finer points of what a hypothetical was, in an instant Arthur was down on his knees in front of me, once again using his teeth to pull down a zipper while keeping his hands demurely behind his back.

I wasn't as big as my friend's dad in the underwear bulge department, but being a horse myself, I was more than a little endowed. This being the case, my junk practically sprang out of my jeans when he managed to get the zipper down.

Too taken off guard to stop him in time, I could only moan loudly in genuine pleasure when within moments my rock hard inches were suddenly being worked on by a pair of soft lips.

"Oh fuck man... fuck-fuck-fuck... fuck! You're really doing it. You're totally going to town on my dick. You don't have to do that, man... no one's forcing you!"

Arthur didn't even bother to pause or stop to respond to my vocalizations. As far as he was concerned, he had been given a task and he was going to see it to completion. I didn't understand that at the time, but even if I did, I can't promise that I would have ordered him to stop.

And when it came to oral service, it was apparent that the horse had had plenty of practice. His touch was firm where it needed to be firm and soft where it needed to be soft. Plus he wasn't afraid to really explore with his tongue. It felt like it was everywhere at once: my piss slit, my balls, under and around my shaft. It was, in a word, glorious.

I was so distracted by the pleasurable miracle that was happening beneath my waistline that I didn't even notice at first when Arthur's father joined us again in the basement.

What's worse is that he didn't even say anything. He simply leaned up against the wall and watched with a look of satisfaction on his face. Part of me still wanted to call him out for what he'd done to his own son. To hold him accountable for his years of misdeeds and mind games. But I couldn't. Not anymore. How could I possibly lecture him when I didn't even have the strength of will to stop Arthur from degrading himself. I was a total, utter hypocrite.

Instinctively my hands had already come to rest on the other horse's head, even as it bobbed passionately. My eyes kept swapping between the two horses. Arthur, on his knees, a contented look on his face as my dick slipped back and forth his lips. And then back to his father, already stripping down as he watched on from the sidelines, his thick unit flopping around as he worked his pants and underwear off.

Afterwards, he walked over until he stood behind his kneeling son. Leaning slightly to slap Arthur on the ass, the man said, "Up and over, sugar cheeks. I'm not finished with you yet, boy."

Without even a hint of protest, the brown horse got off his knees while being careful not to let my cock out of his mouth. His hands, which up until this point had stayed cross behind his back, each grabbed one of his own buttocks and spread each apart from the other, offering himself to his father as he'd doubtless done countless times in the past.

Again taking advantage of his son's meek compliance, the larger black horse speared Arthur with his fantastically proportioned flesh. The brown horse winced slightly and grunted through my own dick, but otherwise tolerated the brutal intrusion without complaint.

Starting to rock himself back and forth to work what he hadn't been able to cram in with the first go beneath Arthur's tail, the father said, "I'm glad you could come over, Jaden. You should feel free to drop by anytime, day or night. It's no problem if you need to wake up my boy here in the middle of the night, either. I do it all the time."

With him going out of his way to sound so reasonable and accommodating, I was having a hard time unleashing all the vitriol and biting remarks I had running through my head. When, at last, I opened my mouth to say something -- anything at all -- he quickly preempted me pulling my head forward and into a kiss.

And so there I was. Balls deep into his my friends muzzle, even as his father was tongue deep into mine. If I tried at all to pull away from his oral embrace, it must have not been very hard, as for the next several minutes the black horse and I made out even as we skewered his son from either end as a duo.

When they arrived, our climaxes were as earth shattering for us as it was non-existent for Arthur -- his confined member dripping clear fluid onto the floor even as we creamed him on both ends.

Afterwards, as I lay there panting on the ground, trying to come to terms with everything that had just happened Arthur's father laid down beside me, joining me in relaxation.

Predictably, the same courtesy was not afforded to my friend and classmate.

"Enough lollygagging, son. Clean yourself up and get started on dinner. And make enough for three. I'm guessing your friend here will want to stay for a while longer."

With a smile so excited and happy looking it came off as outright silly, Arthur called out, "Yes sir!" as he rushed off and out of the room to do as he was bid.

Once he was gone, the black horse just grunted under his breath, patted me firmly on the shoulder, and then said, "One experience down... countless more to go. Welcome to the family, Jaden."

How should I have responded to that? Well, I'm not sure how I should have, in a moral sense, but I do remember the only two words I actually managed to say.

"...Holy shit."