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A horse ass. A pair of big, firm equine glutes bounced carelessly from one side to the other while a long tail of dark brown threads lazily swayed back and forth between the big animal's powerful thighs.

That was pretty much all Eryn could see as he walked behind the equine in question, his wrists tied together with a sturdy rope attached to a steadfast leather harness on the brown horse's hips. The rope binding the young, dark-haired man to the four-legged feral powerhouse was pathetically short, pulling Eryn's face uncomfortably close to the equine posterior of grand proportions with only about a foot separating his mouth and nose from the base of the brown stallion's tail. The lightly built human had already been staring at the hypnotically wobbling feral rump for multiple hours and he was already plenty sick of watching the monotonic walking motion of a horse from the rear.

The grass beneath Eryn's crude sandals was still wet with morning dew as he walked in the stout stallion's hoofsteps, wading his way through a lush sea of untamed verdure reaching almost up to his knees at the fixed pace dictated by the horse leading him. The sun had emerged from behind the distant mountain range a few hours back and was well on its way to the cloudless crest of the bright blue firmament above the vast, flat meadow the man and stallion were traversing together. The air was warm and surprisingly humid, foreshadowing a real scorcher of an afternoon, which had been frequent and brutal all summer long.

No stranger to manual labor, Eryn wasn't too bothered by the physical demands of the position he was currently in, but he had also worked on the farm enough summers to know how bad things could get once the sun reached its peak. Working in the blazing heat of a July afternoon for just a few hours could leave even a healthy human adult completely exhausted. Eryn was especially worried since he knew neither the length nor destination of the journey he was being led on by the big, brown horse in front of him. He had been woken up at the crack of dawn by his employer, Count Aryx Callenthean II; a feral horse of the noble Friesian breed who owned close to a thousand acres of farmland in the valley of Vennir. Not long after he had scrambled up from his simple hay bedding at the back of the barn, Eryn had already been tethered uncomfortably close to the unknown stallion's rump and told to go with him. The two horses had also exchanged some words which Eryn hadn't heard, but from the smile which he had subsequently witnessed on the brutish, brown stallion's muzzle the man didn't expect the count to have sung his praise to the other feral.

Eryn had served as a farmworker for as long as he had been able to wield a scythe or a hoe in his hands. Like most other humans at the farm, Count Aryx had bought him from a slave auction in his early teens and Eryn had been serving the mellow Friesian ever since. The onyx-furred aristocrat employed close to four hundred humans, most of them simple serfs, on his plantations and farms, ruling over the inferior species as was his right as a noble horse, for horses were – thanks to their speed and strength in battle as well as their vast intelligence – at the very pinnacle of society. Humans, who were amongst the weakest of all intelligent creatures, lived mostly in servitude to their feral masters, doing all the tasks the hooves of their masters were too clumsy or precious to do.

Whilst the rule of Count Aryx, and the other noble equines in general, wasn't necessarily cruel towards those subservient to them, Eryn had always had a strong dislike for the authority of animals and he wasn't too subtle at expressing his disdain towards the reign of equines. Even though the Count had bestowed him a place to live as well as a modest wage, Eryn could never fully stomach serving a horse. This wasn't the first time his pride, temper, and contumacious attitude had gotten him into trouble with the equine establishment, but as the farm he had begrudgingly called his home for the past ten or so years was left further and further back, Eryn could sense this wasn't just your usual, extra-day-of-grueling-farmwork kind of punishment. The stallion whose shiny, brown rump, flanks, and back Eryn had been looking at the entire morning was a horse he had never seen before, and he was convinced the icy Thoroughbred didn't work for Count Aryx.

Eryn's previous attempts to inquire about the purpose and destination of the journey had been fruitless, but after another hour or so of silent walking, he decided to stubbornly try again anyway.

“What is going on? Where are you taking me?"

The stallion's response was the same as the first five times the human had asked him, which was to swat at the human's face with the silky threads of his tail. Eryn flinched and cursed as the obviously taunting gesture brushed over his face, aggravating him further.

“Where are you taking me?!" Eryn repeated himself, pounding his fists against the smooth, chocolate-hued behind of the bigger animal. This time he received two swats from his question, one from the left, one from the right, each packed with a bit more oomph than the previous tail swats.

“Answer me you horse! Did you accidentally bite off your own tongue or are your ears so full of hay and shit that you can't hear me?!" Eryn roared, tugging at his binds and stopping his feet, the latter of which did absolutely nothing to stop or slow down the silent equine's steady pacing through the verdant meadow. Eryn cursed again as his legs were pulled back into motion by the overwhelming mass of the bigger creature. But to his surprise, his face didn't get a swat from the Thoroughbred's tail this time around.

“...I'm not in the mood for chitchat." The stallion spoke for the first time during the strange couple's walk, his voice a smooth baritone with something ominous woven into the lowest of notes rising up from his equine vocal cords. “They say conversing with those of lesser mind will only diminish one's own intellect."

Eryn was slightly taken aback, both by the melodic tone and brutally condescending words of the maned feral but was nonetheless able to find his words rather quickly.

“Oh, so a simple haymuncher like you can talk? I thought they'd just tied me to a mindless donkey and sent me out to die in the wilderness."

“Your taunts are of no use boy. I'm not the kind of horse who runs out of patience foal-sitting an impudent brat. I do this for a living you know."

“Do what? Drag humans across a meadow like a mule?"

The horse voiced a menacing chuckle which managed to send chills down Eryn's spine.

“Oh no… I train humans. Especially misbehaving, arrogant humans like you."

“Train me…? For what?"

This time there was no reply from the sizable equine other than his long tail once again slapping Eryn on the face which left the young man seething with rage.

“I demand to know what is going on and where I am being taken!" Eryn huffed, punching the wide rump of his equine escort for little to no effect on the four-hooved male's demeanor. The bulky horse chuckled and tossed his head.

“What's so funny, horse?"

“Heh~ I was just amused at myself for attributing equine intelligence to an inferior creature like you." The feral snorted. “You were sold. Figured you would have realized it by now."

“Sold?"

“Uh-huh… Count Aryx told me you'd been difficult. Talking back, slacking off on work. He saw no more value in keeping you around so he sold you off to a prominent noble in Deyernotch." The big Thoroughbred spoke in a tone that was simultaneously dry yet somehow amused. “And just in case you're wondering, Deyernotch is about a week's worth of walking from where we currently are, so I suggest you get comfortable with the view you have back there."

Eryn fell silent for a while, experiencing a strange mix of emotions from learning that he had been sold. He was a bit shocked since he never thought he had been that big of pain to deal with for his equine superiors, but simultaneously felt a small ounce of triumph as he realized he had effectively worn out his previous master.

“What makes the buyer think I won't disobey them as I did my previous owner?" He soon asked with a cheeky smile on his lips.

“Me." The horse replied sharply. “That's why they hired me to escort you to Deyernotch. I already told you I train humans. I am to make sure you are properly educated and obedient once we arrive at our destination."

“What makes you think you're able to make me obedient within a week? Or at all?"

“Because I am a professional and the best at what I do. I have an effective, tested process which, so far, has yet to yield dissatisfactory results." The stallion replied, casually climbing over a small boulder hiding amongst the grass. “All the humans I've delivered to my customers have been molded into just the kind of servant those debauched nobles in big cities can't get enough of."

“...And what kind of servant is that?"

“You don't need to bother your empty human head with that right now. You'll learn soon enough." The stallion snorted and flapped his ears. “The only thing the current you should really be concerned about is this!"

The steadily trotting equine abruptly halted his hooves, causing the unsuspecting human to walk face-first into the robust rump of his feral travel companion. The contact wasn't in any way painful but left Eryn stunned for a good five seconds before he realized what had happened. And by then, the horse was already moving again.

“Wait!" Eryn shook his head, spitting out a loose thread of the stallion's dark tail before continuing. “You didn't have me tied to you like this just so you could do that to me?"

“Well, that is a part of it. As I said, you should get comfortable staring at a stallion rump from now on. You'll be seeing them a lot at your new employer and getting used to their presence is an essential part of your training." The stallion muttered, nonchalantly tossing his mane with a hint of tease in his voice.

“Hah~! You can try to train me all you want, I'll never succumb to a horse!" Eryn blustered with confidence.

"So much pride… I'm going to enjoy squashing all of it out of you…"

The way the grumpy feral pronounced the word 'enjoy' made Eryn shiver, and the peculiar choice of the word 'squash' following it didn't soothe his worries in the slightest.

“And speaking of…" The stallion continued, gazing at the sun shining at the two travelers from the left. “I suppose this is as good of a time for your first lesson as any."

Before Eryn could react the horse had stopped again, prompting another unwanted collision between the bound human's face and the ample pair of horse cheeks directly in front of it. Rebounding off the firm mass of equine muscle, Eryn was served to another surprise as the stout feral not only stopped but also pushed himself back, slamming some extra momentum into the dazed human's backward motion. The wet grass was expectedly slippery and Eryn lost his footing, his legs slipping in between the Thoroughbred's robust hind legs while his upper body dipped down a notch or two. Midway through his fall, Eryn falsely expected the ropes tethering him to the equine male to save him from an embarrassing collision with the ground but to his great dread and confusion, found the large animal rump following his fall.

There was a moderate thump as Eryn fell down onto his back, his white linen shirt quickly soaking up the droplets of morning dew from the grass below as the giant equine ass was firmly planted on top of his chest.

Eryn coughed, suddenly having his ribcage and lungs compressed by the enormous weight of an adult horse, the decrease in his ability to intake oxygen prompting a swift and natural panic reaction within the young man's body. “Get off me!" He groaned as adrenaline surged to every muscle in his body, trying to help him overcome the 1500 pounds of equine sitting on top of him. The subsequent struggle was fierce but rather short-lived.

Kicking the grass with his feet, Eryn attempted to turn his torso in order to have his feral warden roll off from on top of him. He pulled his binds and grit his teeth, exerting the muscles of his waist and abdomen to their maximum, all without managing any significant change to the fact that he had a huge, heavy horse ass resting on his person. He quickly tried again, this time attempting to push the wide feral rump further down on his body with his hands, if not to entirely dislodge himself from underneath the animal's crushing weight, then at least to give himself some more breathing room by removing the horse from on top of his lungs. But no matter what he did, or how loud he groaned and cursed, Eryn wasn't able to make the grand example of equine buttocks move a single inch.

As he continued to struggle in vain for a good minute or so, Eryn tried his hardest to fight the unfortunate realization that his modest, 5'7'' physique was in no way capable of combatting the kind of heft it was facing from the feral stallion. But eventually, when he had exhausted almost all of his strength, he was forced to accept the unforgiving reality that he was embarrassingly trapped underneath the Thoroughbred.

“Done so soon? Where's all that fight you showed me just a moment ago?" The horse chuckled, looking down at Eryn with a condescending glare over his right wither. A hoarse groan escaped Eryn's lips as the equine slowly ground his rump against his chest. “Surely you should be able to fight off me merely sitting on you."

To add insult to injury, the stallion tauntingly swatted Eryn's face with his tail.

“How does it feel to get defeated by the ass of a horse?"

Eryn was unable to respond, having to suddenly focus almost entirely on his breathing which was made extremely difficult by the vast mass compressing down his lungs. As the spike of adrenaline was slowly dwindling, the young man was just starting to realize how immense of a burden he was actually rocking on his chest. The brown stallion weighed more than a similarly sized sack of barley, pressing down on Eryn's precious ribs with seemingly no regard for whether they were to snap in half or not under his rear, which was a fear quickly creeping its way to the back of the panting human's mind. But despite his fears, there really wasn't anything for Eryn to do except lie down and stare up the length of his equine foe's muscular back, trapped underneath the insurmountable hunk of equine meat against his will. He was already starting to get dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

“How's that? Enjoy being sat on by a stallion?" The unnamed horse chuckled, gently wobbling his rear back and forth which prompted Eryn to start breathing more rapidly. “By now you've probably already realized there's no way you can win against someone of my size… Realized that it is only natural for a bigger, stronger creature like me to have you as my seat."

Eryn groaned as a particularly uncomfortable spasm traveled through the muscles of his back in response to the stallion's rump dragging across his chest.

“This is the first and most important lesson of the trip. You are inferior to us horses. Should we want to do so, we can easily make you submit just with our weight alone." The horse muttered with a strangely erotic voice, brushing his tail against Eryn's chin for some additional impact to his words. “But alas… I can see you are already struggling with the robustness of my haunches. It would be a real shame to break the product before I'm even a day into delivering him to my client." The male Thoroughbred mused out loud, maintaining the mocking, cocky grin on his long, brown muzzle.

“Tell you what… I'll get up if you admit defeat and call me 'master'…"

Eryn huffed and shook his head, casting a baffled gaze up at the sadistically smirking stallion. Despite feeling the robustness of the stallion's hindquarters on his chest more and more intensely by the second, he managed to find some sleeping contempt within himself and shot a nasty glare in the direction of the stallion's muzzle.

“How delectable…" The horse murmured with his pleasantly vibrating baritone voice. “Suit yourself… And just so you know, you may consider this as your break. As soon as you're willing to call me 'master' we'll get up and keep moving."

Feeling a small surge of rage within his once-defeated frame, Eryn tried one last time to struggle against the feral creature's hefty haunches, only to be defeated yet again by the overwhelming weight of an adult equine. Lying down crushed, both literally and figuratively, Eryn tried once again to focus on his breathing, attempting to last as long as he could before succumbing to the arrogant feral's insulting demands. In the meantime, the dominant part of the middle-of-the-meadow seat-play was getting himself more comfortable, allowing his shiny, chestnut behind to expand on Eryn's chest, nonchalantly fluttering his long ears whilst gazing at the vibrant summer scenery all around him.

Eryn lasted for about two minutes more before he finally caved in.

“I give, I give! Now get off me… M-master…" He huffed, feeling almost nauseous from how little oxygen he had in his body.

“Very good... But still not quite good enough." The horse hummed, swatting Eryn on the face yet again with his tail. “You need to talk to me like I am your superior, a noble."

Drawing a wavering breath, Eryn spoke again: “Would you be so generous as to g-get off my chest… Master…"

“Better… But then again, servants don't really ask from their masters… They beg."

With desperation already sinking its cold, unforgiving claws into Eryn's psyche, and the deep rumbling of the callous stallion's voice ringing in his ears, the decision to cast away his remaining pride was relatively easy.

“I beg of you, master! Please lift your hindquarters! I implore you!" Eryn gasped, afraid for his life if he wasn't allowed to breathe soon.

“Splendid!"

The brown stallion gave Eryn a final, proper tail slap across his face as a small parting gift between his feral buttocks and their struggling seat, promptly pushing his rump off the vehemently panting human, simultaneously pulling Eryn halfway up with the short leash binding his wrists. Slowly getting back the vision nearly stolen from him by the absence of oxygen in his strained lungs, Eryn eventually found himself gazing at the hefty, dark equine testes of the handsome Thoroughbred. The pair of huge horse gonads descended down from the hooved animal's crotch, hanging tauntingly low within the confines of the creature's impressive scrotum, a few extremely eye-catching veins coursing underneath the equine ball-pouch's leathery surface.

Although most stallions understandably preferred flaunting their round foal jugs in plain view of anyone around them, Eryn had never seen the impressive globes of equine virility up close until now, and their commanding presence left him utterly stunned. The cocky horse who was now back onto his four hooves stood still in silence, most likely fully aware that his goods were being stared at. With the kind of attitude the stallion had displayed a moment ago, Eryn wouldn't have been all that surprised if the beast had opted to show off his balls to him on purpose.

"See? Doesn't it feel so much better to admit one's own inferiority?" The male horse chuckled, bringing down his tail to conceal his majestic sack behind its long, dark threads.

“And now that the two of us are more intimately acquainted, I think it is only appropriate for you to know the name of the horse who has brought you to such a miserable state." The stallion continued as soon as Eryn had stood back up.

“My name is Kaharas. You can either call me 'Sir Kharas' or 'Master Kharas' depending on which one you feel suits me more. And make sure you don't forget to address me properly or otherwise, I will have to conduct some more training on you. Are we clear?"

The heavy feral nudged his haunches toward Eryn's face, prompting the young man to recoil from the implication of being stuck underneath the stallion for a second time in quick succession. Kharas chuckled softly at the reaction of his merchandise and tossed his luxurious, dark mane triumphantly.

“Very good… Then let's get going."

…

The two travelers continued their journey in silence, Kharas proudly basking in his victory and Eryn mostly recovering from the dire defeat both his body and mind had gone through beneath the male horse's fat rear end. It took the crushed human a surprisingly long time before he felt like his lungs were drawing in air to their maximum capacity, the musculature of his back and abdomen still aching a good half an hour after the Thoroughbred stallion's lesson. But even after his physique had regained its normal capabilities, Eryn still found himself rather shaken by the entire incident, a whole lot of his previous moxie and self-confidence completely gone; crushed underneath the meaty load currently wobbling in front of his very eyes. The already pervasive presence of the enormous equine rump had become all the more taunting to Eryn's eyes ever since he had gotten his chest smushed by its firm shape and shiny, brown fur. He found himself intimidated by it, perhaps even a bit scared of it, as nothing stopped the feral in control from performing another tackling maneuver and doing the entire thing again without Eryn having much to say about it.

As if aware of the dread Eryn felt towards getting trapped under his weight for a second time, Kharas quickly picked up a nasty habit of constantly keeping the anxious human on his toes by performing abrupt stops mid-walk, more than once succeeding in shoving his rump in Eryn's face before the man could react in time. And each time there was a collision between Eryn's head and the equine seat meat, Kharas chuckled menacingly to intensify the impact.

An hour passed, and soon another and another. Before Eryn even realized it, the sun had already dried his shirt and climbed its way to the very peak of the cloudless blue sky where it now shone down on the man and his horse escort with intense, unforgiving heat. The temperature on the meadow had climbed way beyond what most creatures could comfortably bear and the absence of any sort of wind made the situation even worse. It was just the kind of afternoon Eryn had fearfully anticipated.

Sweat poured down Eryn's temples and forehead as he did his best to keep up with the gentle trotting of the robust equine who appeared mostly unfazed by the heat, treading onwards with the same steady pace as he had for the entire journey so far without an ounce of fatigue present in his hoofsteps. And yet, the effects of the hot weather on the Thoroughbred weren't entirely insignificant as Eryn knew for a fact that Kharas was also sweating quite a bit.

The distinct smell of a stallion had become inescapable in the proximity of the mighty feral rump bouncing buoyantly at the center of Eryn's view, its pungent aroma overpowering the scent of grass and wildflowers with ease and floating around the stallion in a thick, pervasive cloud which was more than free to assault Eryn's exposed nostrils. The unmistakably male scent mercilessly burrowed into the depths of his human nose, growing more potent and callous the more heat Kharas' furry body absorbed from its surroundings. Having mistakenly thought of himself as being mostly used to the natural odors of equines from his life at the farm, Eryn was taken all the way behind the barn and back by the penetrating, heavy musk of a real stud, each sniff of it making him feel groggy and light-headed.

Possessing a nose inferior to most intelligent creatures, even Eryn could tell the main source of the raw, masculine scent to be the big horse's magnificent breeding boulders, the presence of which he had grown more aware ever since witnessing them up close for the first time. The pair of big, dark feral testes tauntingly flashed at the bottom of his view at steady intervals whenever Kahras lazily flapped his tail back and forth, presumably in an effort to cool off his junk. The taut, spherical surface of the full foal tanks was glimmering with sweat, the visual of them alone exuding strong and boisterous male odor that was able to dominate everything in its presence. Precisely the kind of odor sensually fucking itself up Eryn's nostrils one heavy hoofstep at a time.

Before long, Eryn began to feel weak. His movement became sluggish, his feet and head heavy up to where he was having trouble keeping himself up as he stumbled his way after the horse he now called his master. The multiple hours of fatigue buildup, as well as the fact he had been getting battered both by the immense heat as well as the intense stink of a sweating stallion for nearly half of it, were finally catching up with him, pushing him to the limits of his endurance at an alarming rate. Eventually, the sweaty man was forced to voice a hoarse plea to his equine overseer.

“Could we please take a break… Sir… Kaharas…" Eryn huffed, hastily blurting out the last two words as he nearly forgot the stallion's command from hours earlier.

The stallion stopped and Eryn promptly collapsed against the hefty horse glutes, involuntarily inhaling the heavy scent of equine taint sweat as his knees nearly gave in. After a few seconds of silent pondering the horse replied.

“...As you wish…"

Eryn leaned against the sturdy haunches of the imposing feral for support, wobbling his way some two hundred excruciating feet further after Kharas before the pair eventually reached the comforting shade of a lone cottonwood tree sprouting up from seemingly nowhere in the middle of the vast meadows. A gentle promise of a late afternoon breeze played in the lush leaves above Eryn's head as the two eventually came to a complete stop, hidden from the heat of the sun for the time being.

Without saying a word, Kharas slowly opened the modest satchel hanging from his neck, picking out a modest waterskin about the size of Eryn's palm before nimbly tossing it to the exhausted human who was barely able to catch it due to the restricted range of his hands.

“Drink!"

Without needing to be told twice, Eryn pulled the cork sealing the leathery flask out with his teeth, greedily downing the refreshing contents of the waterskin into his parched gullet. He drank the water so fast that he accidentally swallowed some of it down the wrong hatch, his body being subsequently shaken by a fit of coughing as he was forced to remove the canteen from his lips for a while. As soon as he was done clearing his throat, he selfishly drank the rest while dopamine and serotonin rushed through his body.

“Better?" Kharas asked with a pretentious smirk, glancing at the panting human over his right shoulder.

Eryn lethargically nodded his head to the stallion's question.

“Good. Then let's get started with the second lesson."

His balance already heavily dependent on the feral creature's behind, there was really nothing Eryn could do except fall down when the Thoroughbred gave him the familiar bump with his wide furry backside. The lush roof of the large cottonwood flashed in the man's eyes as he fell backward in a similar fashion as before, his legs sliding along the dirt and grass beneath the equine's belly while his back thumped against the unforgiving ground much less elegantly. Eryn was only able to blink once before the verdant view of sturdy branches and green leaves had been blocked by the all-too-familiar view of equine ass; Kharas' huge haunches hovering directly above his flabbergasted face, providing him with a full visual of the big feral's sweaty taint and dark stallion donut.

“You didn't think this was going to be an actual break, did you?" Kharas murmured, lifting up his tail so that the few rays of the sun being sieved through the big cottonwood leaves were able to play in the droplets of sweat decorating the squishy, circular muscle at the very base of his dark-threaded face-swatter. Recovering from the awe of being tackled to the ground yet again, Eryn was soon able to feel the hot, sweaty presence of Khara's big testes on the linen of his chest. “Every break equals a lesson. That's how my training works."

Eryn wasn't even able to open his mouth for a protest before his lips were brought to a forced kiss with the steaming and sweaty stallion hole hovering above his head. He moaned in both surprise and panic as the tremendous mass previously used to flatten his lungs was brought down onto his head, the natural light of his surroundings abruptly blocked by the meat of the equine posterior descending on his face.

The balmy temperature of a Thoroughbred stallion's fat back-end caressed the entire area of Eren's cranium, transferring onto his skin from the sweaty horse fur pressing down against him from all directions. The already stuffy air floating about the brown equine rump grew exponentially thicker as soon as Eryn was trapped in the unforgiving squeeze of the mighty feral glutes, replacing all the oxygen Eryn was attempting to draw into his lungs with heavy stallion spunk, making it considerably harder for the young man to breathe. It almost felt like someone had placed a thick cotton sack over Eryn's head; a sack completely doused in stallion sweat and weighing over a thousand pounds. The sensual odor which was already intimately familiar with Eryn's sense of smell was now free to hammer itself into the unguarded nostrils of the brunette youngster, searing its raw aroma into Eryn's smell receptors possibly forever. The smell was almost enough to knock out a grown man, not only with its intense flavor and incredible potency but also in the way that it was seemingly bent on forcing anything and anyone around itself into scent-induced submission.

But for the first minute of his equine-ass-entrapment, Eryn barely even noticed the stirring scent of Kharas' body or the salty taste of equine exudation on his lips, being much much more concerned with the sheer intensity of the weight pressing the back of his head into the dirt.

The feral stallion didn't seem to be holding back in the slightest and lazily rested the entire load of his backside on top of Eryn's face to a devastating effect. At first, Eryn was almost certain his skull was going to crack underneath the immense compression the heavy animal placed on it, his fight-or-flight instincts firing at maximum force as the adrenaline once again surged into every corner of his body.

The sound of Eryn's muffled shouting rippled through the hefty pair of equine asscheeks while the man furiously beat the tough mass of horse muscle with his fists, doing everything in his power to try and get the robust animal to move from on top of his head. He kicked with his feet, tried twisting his torso with the muscles of his abdomen, and attempted shoving and pushing the furry face-flattener in all directions to no avail, his inferior human physique completely overwhelmed by the big stallion's weight. It was an utter defeat for him. Again.

“Ahh~ Just the right fit for my fat ass!" Kharas groaned with satisfaction, elatedly dragging his rump from side to side and grinding it against the defeated human's face as Eryn attempted to struggle for one last time before eventually giving up. “Yeah… How does it feel to have your face used as a seat by a superior creature?"

Eryn could only whimper in his defeat while the cocky equine wobbled his trunk up and down on his face. Each time the ample feral butt pounded his head against the ground it shook his entire body to its core.

“You gave up even faster this time around… It seems my training is working. Not that I ever doubted it in the first place." The smug horse continued, snorting and tossing his mane. “Was it my scent that did you in so fast, or was getting smooched by my sweaty asshole too intense for a proud human like you?"

Eryn didn't respond. He couldn't respond. Everything about the situation was way too overwhelming for him. He was sure he was going to faint if he didn't have fresh air soon.

“...Just so you know, the noble horse you're going to serve is a draft stallion… Those fuckers weigh a lot more than I do, so I suggest you build up some endurance for being down there in the next six days. I'd hate to deliver a defective slave for the price they've promised to pay me… How about we play a game? The longer you can stay there, the more water you'll get on our next break. I'm thinking ten seconds for one extra sip. Sound good?"

There was yet again, no response from Eryn who was only barely able to understand the stallion's words from his entrapment.

“Lovely! I'll start counting. Give my tail a tug once you've had enough. And as usual, we will be continuing our journey as soon as you've had enough."

The muffled sound of the robust equine counting up was faintly audible to Eryn's ears as he continued to struggle below Khara's meaty hindquarters with the added incentive of more water, although Eryn had his doubts on whether the hooved male would actually keep his word. He managed to endure the weighty trial for almost one and a half minutes, struggling underneath the colossal pressure applied to his face and head by the big animal's posterior, huffing the dense, odor-concentrated air below the giant stallion's tail whilst doing his best to avoid further contact between his skin and the sweat-glazed horse donut radiating heat directly onto his face. It wasn't until he began feeling nauseous from breathing in nothing but stallion spunk for what felt like forever, that he was forced to feebly tug the threads of the big equine's tail to end the torment of weight on his head.

“Ninety-six…" Kharas muttered as he raised his sweaty rump off his human companion's head, once again elevating Eryn off the ground where his face almost met with the Thoroughbred stallion's hefty horse nuts.

Feeling dizzy and weak from having his face used as an impromptu horse seat, Eryn greedily gasped for air, breathing in the oxygen his body desperately craved after it had been bullied by the pervasive hormones of a male equine. He was sweating perhaps even more than before, both the feel and scent of Khara's rear end imprinted onto his face for the remainder of the day with how closely he had been hugged by the brown horse haunches. He was completely exhausted and yet felt strangely happy from being able to breathe mostly regular air, and simply from the fact that his head wasn't being crushed by thousand pounds of stallion meat.

“...We'll see if you can beat that time tomorrow… Come on now! There's still daylight left." Kharas grunted, bouncing his hind hooves off the ground so that Eryn was brought back onto his feet. For a brief while, Eryn didn't even care about the uncomfortable aching of his legs and feet which resurfaced as soon as he began walking again. He was that glad to not have his face wedged between Kharas' glutes.

…

Eryn endured walking the third stretch of his and Kharas' meadow journey for about a mile from the cottonwood, marching onwards with his legs trembling in agony before they eventually resigned themselves from duty. Physically and mentally drained, the man collapsed against the rump of his feral escort, drooping down to where he was once again able to gaze at the big horse's big balls while panting profusely. To Eryn's surprise, Kharas didn't initially comment on him falling down, and simply continued his gentle trotting like nothing had happened, dragging him after his rear on the grass without even slowing down.

Losing track of time thanks to his fatigue, Eryn wasn't sure exactly how long Kharas dragged him behind his rump, the only indication of the passing of time being the dwindling amount of heat his tired body absorbed from the sunlight, as the blazing sphere of gold eventually began its descent from the crest of the sky. The fact that it soon wasn't absolutely sweltering hot anymore was perhaps the one silver lining in Eryn's current predicament, although the drop in temperature didn't seem to greatly affect the strong scent of stallion sweat lingering around the four-hooved feral.

Too tired to move, but simultaneously bombarded with too many stimuli to fall asleep, Eryn was forced to just stare at the hypnotic swinging of the fat equine testes before his eyes, their constant left-to-right trajectory from the Thoroughbred shifting his weight from one side to another taunting him whilst their raw, male scent was free to float directly into his nostrils. The heat of the day had brought some more veins to the surface of the feral nutsack, the leathery pouch of breeding prowess doing its best to help cool off the most precious section of a stallion's anatomy by dissipating warmth all around its imposing shape. Eryn followed with his eyes how a few, heftier beads of sweat gradually trickled down all the way from the bossy horse's dark sheath, curving down along the spherical profile of the swollen foal tanks before eventually dropping down onto the grass beneath the stout male. He could only guess how much the gargantuan testicles weighed, but if they were anything like their owner, it had to be a lot.

“Don't feel like walking, eh?" Kharas eventually grunted when the rays of the sun had already started to take on the more orange hue indicative of sunset. “Just goes to show you how weak and inferior humans truly are to us horses, don't you think? Or maybe it's just you…" The brown equine chuckled condescendingly.

“...Well, seeing how you are already down there, this could as well be another lesson for you." Kharas quickly continued, snorting loudly and swatting at the back of Eryn's head with his tail.

The cocky horse stopped, leaning his big body forward just a little bit before taking a quick step back, the momentum of his equine frame causing the low-hanging breeding boulders of his to slap against Eryn's face. The dazed human didn't know what else to do other than simply blink before the hefty feral nutsack got smashed against his face for the second time.

“Betcha you've been eyeing these fuckers up!" Kharas chuckled as he began to walk again, his sweaty scrotum still swinging back and forth with enough energy to nearly make contact with Eryn's nose. “It's important for a servant to be familiar with their master's nuts." The Thoroughbred stallion spoke as he walked, slightly altering the rhythm of his hooves to make his sack swing around more flippantly. “Most horses, especially noble ones, are extremely proud of their hangers. As their servant, it is your job to make sure their balls are in pristine condition all the time. This includes wiping down sweat from your master's 'nads, cleaning them up regularly, and massaging them to improve the virility of the seed inside. There are even sheath ornaments if you can believe that. So it's best for you to know your way around a stallion's sack if you intend to serve your master properly."

Eryn was barely listening, most of his mind occupied by the rhythmic swaying of the fat feral nuts as well as the powerful musk their taut, sweaty surface exuded. In the absence of a response, Kharas stopped once more, allowing his stallion sex globes to slap against Eryn's visage in order to punctuate his instructions.

“Also, I've bet even your dumb human head has begun to realize it as well, but serving a big stallion like me is a full day's job. There's never a time when you shouldn't be serving your master. Whenever your stallion wants to rest, you're his seat. Whenever he wants his balls cleaned, you'll be his rag. Whenever you're not busy with those two, you'll be grooming him, making sure his fur, tail, and mane look the best they can. Whenever he's feeling pent up… Well… That's a lesson we'll be getting to rather soon." The big stallion chuckled menacingly. “If your master wants you to do something, you do it. No matter where, no matter when. You're never off the clock while serving a stallion."

The chilling tone of finality the brown stallion spoke his words with made Eryn shudder and blurry images of his future life, serving his unknown stallion superior flashed within his mind as the bulging equine scrotum swung from back and forth before his eyes in a mesmerizing fashion.

…

The sun continued to set as the bronze stallion dragged his listless human merchandise after his rounded rump for a few more hours, traversing the vast field of grass in the gentle evening breeze, the rhythmic thuds from his hooves being the only other sound audible aside from the smooth rustling of the tall grass all around them. The air was now at a much more comfortable temperature and helped wash away Eryn's fatigue, allowing his body to cool off after a long day under the furnace-like blaze of the sun. His legs were still sore from nearly a full day's walk, and he was still unsure whether they would obey him if he attempted to stand up. In addition to the physical strain of the day full of trials, Eryn's decision not to try and engage his own legs was also affected by the fact that he was parched, not having enjoyed a single drop of water ever since before he had gotten his face smothered by Kharas' weighty backside. Not walking was the best way for the weary human to save at least a little bit of his energy, as he had a bad hunch he would be needing it as soon as the four-hooved owner of the plump pair of balls hanging before his face decided to stop again. Hence, he just allowed himself to be dragged behind the feral male.

Neither of the two journeyers said a word during the last stretch of their sunlit walk, Kharas only occasionally producing some of the innate equine sounds by huffing or ruffling his mane as he strolled the meadow. The silence was pleasant, but simultaneously somehow ominous.

The horizon had all but swallowed the lone light giver for Eryn and Kharas' arduous expedition when the brown stallion eventually brought his hooves to a halt and stretched his robust equine neck like a yawning stork. The chunky Thoroughbred remained silent as he gently shook his equine figure, subsequently craning his big horse head to the left in order to undo the sturdy buckle that held the worn harness Eryn was tied to attached to his haunches. Kharas pulled the long strap next to his left wither and the equipment fell from his back like it had never been wrapped around him in the first place. This naturally resulted in Eryn falling down between the stallion's sturdy hind legs, his head brushing past the round feral testes, the image of which was just about burned onto his retinas forever.

Kharas snorted and leisurely walked some twenty feet to a small pond, the presence of which Eryn didn't notice until he heard the big horse lapping up the water. The gentle splashing instantly invigorated the parched human and Eryn raised his eyes from the ground to gaze at the familiar view of the husky feral's fat rump still enjoying the few last rays of the sun, which made it visually jump out of its darkening surroundings. Eryn swallowed nothing into his dry throat as he listened to the horse drink, the greedy gulps and sloppy slurps vexingly taunting him throughout the entire process. Whenever the thirsty stallion eventually swung his head up from the still surface of the pond, a deep groan of equine satisfaction echoed in the dimming eve.

“Fuck! That's the stuff!" Kharas huffed, once again stretching his neck like the act of drinking had greatly strained his muscles. “Now… Into your next lesson and the most important part of your training…"

Eryn watched with wide eyes as the chuckling stallion swiftly swung his body around, the imposing silhouette of a half-erect horse dick dangling menacingly beneath his brown abdomen.

“How to satisfy your stallion master." Kharas grinned, his voice oozing fiendish desire.

Eryn could feel the hair standing on the back of his neck as he stared at the swelling, cylindrical manifestation of stallion virility which was just starting to properly rear its blunt, flesh-colored head between the hind legs of the equine beast. Just barely at half-mast, the fearsome feral breeder was nearly the size of Eryn's forearm, growing bigger and thicker one provocative, desirous throb at a time before his very eyes. The impressive mare stretching instrument was speckled with all the intricacies of stallion anatomy: a thick, striking ring of flesh padding out the already girthy middle of the imposing breeding behemoth, an ominously gigantic flare decorating the very tip, a color that started out as a vibrant shade of pink by the glans and subsequently faded into a smooth tone of dark caramel towards the base of the feral fucklog. The horsecock also had multiple thick veins throbbing on its swelling surface, each pumping hot equine blood into the ever-swelling stallionhood, becoming more prominent as the powerful obelisk of fuck flesh tautened further and further. Eryn could not look away from it.

Knowing full well just how impressive mast of mating meat he packed between his haunches, Kharas confidently strutted back and forth before the awestruck human like an agitated bull, snorting proudly as he turned around over and over. Although the stallion didn't say anything yet, the 'That's right, ogle at my huge fucking horsecock' was heavily implied by his cocky behavior. Eryn even got to watch how the brown stud arrogantly flared his nasty fucktool, his glans nearly doubling their volume for the few intense seconds that the stallion tensed his malehood. The sight of it made Eryn shiver.

“Seen one of these before…?" Kharas smirked, drawing out the final note of his last word long and teasing. “Judging from how quickly your jaw fell I guess you haven't. Can't really blame you for that though, since those prude country stallions are very diligent at keeping it in their sheath. The same can't really be said for the debauched city studs you'll be serving a week from now… They usually let it all swing out, no matter where or who they're with."

Another shiver tickled Eryn's spine as the big stallion stopped his pacing and began approaching him.

“That's actually an important cue for you. A dropped cock usually means your master is backed up and looking to spill some colts. Keep that in mind." Kharas continued, leaning his mean muzzle down next to Eryn's head, assertively snorting onto the motionless man's neck. Eryn was so overwhelmed by the visual of the Thoroughbred stallion's rock-hard malehood throbbing mere feet away from him that he barely even reacted.

“That said… I can see you're already dying to get started with the training. But first… How about those extra sips of water I promised you?"

The mention of water prompted Eryn to twitch as he was once again reminded of his dry throat. Tired as he was, he hadn't actually held out much hope for the arrogant equine honoring his word from earlier, and even now that the stallion brought the subject up himself, Eryn was not too inclined to believe him.

And as it turned out, he was absolutely right.

The drained youngster didn't resist as the feral harshly rolled him onto his back with his big hooves, serving Eryn to a real intimate closeup of his mating-ready stallion junk as he subsequently turned around to search the insides of the equine neck-satchel he had dropped onto the grass along with the harness. Picking another leathery flask into his mouth, the big horse carefully positioned his hefty hind hooves next to both of Eryn's shoulders, turning his four-legged figure parallel with the young man's. Gazing up at the intimidatingly huge feral balls and the even bigger equine glutes above them, Eryn could already know what was going to happen but was both too tired and enticed by the promise of water that he didn't even really panic.

Just as before, and just as Eryn expected, Kharas ruthlessly dunked his haunches down on top of his chest, subjecting his poor ribcage to the familiar and uncomfortable pressure of equine buttocks. Eryn grit his teeth and groaned, feeling how the oxygen-rich air was squeezed out of his lungs by the heavy animal, the muscles and bones in his back and chest voicing their discontent in the form of multiple nasty spasms as soon as he was sat on. Another harsh reminder of just how weak he was compared to the bigger creature on top of him.

Whilst the sensation of being crushed was equally uncomfortable as his first time, the view Eryn enjoyed beneath Kharas' rump was completely different. Instead of staring up at the broad, powerful back and long tail of the Thoroughbred equine, Eryn now had his face practically glued to the stallion's balls, the upper half of his view completely dominated by the throbbing, phallic presence of Kharas' hefty horsecock. The powerful scent of stallion rut immediately slapped Eryn across his face, prompting him to grimace and wrinkle his nose while the long-muzzled owner of said spunk glared down at him with a sadistic glimmer in his eyes.

In a commendable feat of equine agility, Kahras managed to grasp the small flask between his forehooves after which he wrestled off the cork with his teeth. Taking the leathery container back into his mouth with a cruel grin, the stallion began pouring water out of the canteen, allowing the clear liquid to splash onto his cock where it streamed down along the veiny surface of his shaft all the way to his dark and sweaty sheath. Confused as he was of the stallion's stunt, Eryn instinctively leaned his face towards the refreshing substance his lips so very much craved, managing to catch some of the water spilling off the turgid stallionhood into his mouth. The amount he was able to drink this way was however laughably small and the man had to simply watch up close how the callous equine wasted the precious drink meant for him.

“There you go… Should be a few sips worth." Kharas groaned, speaking past the small canteen he still held in his teeth.

Feeling a mixture of confusion and frustration, Eryn craned up his neck and noticed the modest puddle of the water he previously thought the stallion had spilled pooled up in the generous dimple that formed on the leather of the horse's ample scrotum between his shaft and testes. The lewd basin of enticing water was propped up on top of Eryn's chest and perfectly within his reach. All he had to do was lean up his head a little more and he would be able to slurp it down from Kharas' equine sack. The real question was: did he want to?

Both the trapped human and the stallion sitting on his chest knew the answer to that question, the dominant equine mostly waiting for the remaining barrier of pride to crumble from his merchandise so that his humiliation would be complete. It was a perfect checkmate for the feral male.

“Drink up!"

Being far too weak and far too thirsty to have any pride left, Eryn greedily latched his lips onto the smooth skin of the massive stallion sack and sucked all the water out from on top of Kharas' testes in a flash. He didn't know which felt better for him at that time, the water finally splashing down his throat, or the fact that he had fully submitted to the rugged feral.

“Well done!" Kharas murmured, pouring some more water down his shaft, water which was promptly gulped down by Eryn's thirsty lips. “Have some more! I'm going to need that tongue of yours nice and wet for what we're about to do…"

The triumphant stallion continued to pour the canteen empty, capitalizing on Eryn's momentary greed for quenching his thirst, prompting the parched human to eventually lean in closer and drink the water directly from the surface of his thick, throbbing shaft. And Eryn savored every single stallion-flavored droplet that flowed onto his tongue, getting his first taste of feral equine cock in the process.

“'Atta good little slut~!" Kharas whinnied as the flask ran dry, watching victoriously from above how Eryn licked off the few droplets of water that still lingered on his equine junk. The stallion promptly stood up, his flare nearly slapping against Eryn's face as the smirking feral got back up on all fours.

“Next up!" The excited stallion boisterously announced. “We'll be doing some scent-training! You've probably already been acquainted with some of the many musks of a bigger stud, but I can assure you there's still much for you to learn about the tang of a stallion. It will also be a fine opportunity to get some rudimentary grooming practice for your future job. Nothing gets a servant more familiar with their master's flavors than a nice tongue bath…"

Eryn felt a cold shiver dancing along his spine as he stared at the intimidating cock and balls of the aroused animal, both of which had already been fucking him with their raunchy smell ever since Kharas had gotten erect. Even though the intense musk of feral rut was drawing him towards the gargantuan set of equine genitals, the thought of breathing in the scent directly while essentially giving the stallion a blowjob made Eryn feel extremely nervous.

As usual, Kharas was already thinking one step ahead and wiggling his haunches, dangling his goods in front of Eryn's face to tease him.

“I like your thinking… But wouldn't you prefer some appetizers before the main course? As you could probably smell, I got pretty sweaty back there… And a stallion doesn't sweat just through his nutsack. So how about you work on the rest of my body first before you get to cleaning the beast itself?"

Eryn swallowed, eyeing up the rest of Kharas' muscular equine frame which towered over him. From amidst the overtly lusty scent of a feral horse, he was still able to detect a hint of the pungent stallion musk he had huffed plenty during his and Kharas' walk. In just one day, his nose had already been conditioned to differentiate between the bodily odors of a stallion. It was actually kind of astonishing.

Feeling moderately dizzy from the wide range of male scents floating around his head, Eryn eventually prised himself up from the ground, taking support from one of Khara's sturdy legs in order to get to his knees. He was once again greeted by the big horse's gigantic balls, eagerly pulsating on the level of his face, aggressively showing their potent mating scent into Eryn's vulnerable nostrils.

“Why don't you start from the front? I know most of the fun stuff is back there, but it would still be a shame if you didn't experience the full physique of a stallion. I'm sure your nose will be able to lead you to a few spots in need of service up here as well." Kharas murmured, tapping the ground with his forehooves in order to get Eryn's attention. “Chop chop!"

Operating on shaky arms and legs, Eryn defeatedly crawled his way over to the brown stud's forelegs, leaving behind the more salacious aromas of a fully erect mare breeder for the different but equally intense flavor of equine body odor. Sitting down with his hands on his knees, the young man breathed in the powerful perfume of his feral trainer, bouncing his eyes between the two places where he could smell most of the animalistic scent wafting from, the narrow creases where both of the athletic equine legs joined up to Kharas' torso; essentially the big animal's armpits.

“Hurry it up!" Kharas snorted, restlessly shuffling his forehooves. “And don't be afraid to touch me. A stallion's body is to be admired, after all… One of the few privileges you servants get with the job."

Flinching from the stallion's commanding tone, Eryn carefully grasped onto one of the feral horse's powerful thighs and extended his back to its full length in order to bring his face closer to the strong-scented fur of Kharas' pit. The sharp odor penetrating his nose as a result was as rich as it was intense, aggressively slathering itself all over Eryn's nostrils as it beckoned the human closer to its source. And just like with its equine owner, Eryn obeyed it.

A soft whimper of confusion and astonishment was muffled by the musculature of Kharas' right thigh, as Eryn begrudgingly plunged his nose into the sweaty cleft between the stallion's limb and body, drawing the heavy musk into his lungs for all it was worth. The stark odor prickled inside Eryn's nostrils as it traveled down into his torso and up into his brain to teach the entirety of his human physique to submit to its racy aroma, to gradually instill a deep craving stallion essence within the submissive party. Eryn began feeling its effects immediately.

“Make sure you really get in there to appreciate that scent!" Kharas huffed excitedly. “And put that tongue of yours to work. Noble stallions hate feeling sweaty!"

Already way past the point of protesting or attempting to refuse the brown-furred feral's orders, Eryn meekly stuck out his tongue and latched it onto the smooth valley of soft equine hair and firm feral muscle, taking a careful, wavering lick along its length. Unswervingly at the very top of society, horses were known to be diligent with bodily hygiene so there really wasn't much for Eryn to taste aside from the heavy stallion's sweat, but the zest of the equine exudation was still plenty intense for his inexperienced human palate. Inhaling the hot, horse-scented air from the very same crevice, Eryn gave Kharas' pit another lick, shuddering as the sharp taste flooded his mouth.

“There you go…" Kharas grunted with satisfaction as the young human earnestly licked and huffed the groove of his right foreleg. “Learn the taste of your master and you'll grow to love it in no time…"

Having submitted himself to the Thoroughbred stallion at almost full capacity of his mind and physique, Eryn continued to lap up the taste of his temporary master's sweat, also breathing in the effluvious flavor that danced on his tongue through his nose for the full, devastating effect. Listening to the delighted huffs and excited breathing of the husky feral, he scrupulously licked the entire upper half of Kharas' inner thigh, occasionally taking a brief pause to just inhale the savory scent that made his head spin so wonderfully. Just as the big equine had said, he soon started to find the flavor teasing his senses oddly pleasant and continued on with his job with increased enthusiasm.

“You're a hungry little fucker aren't you…" Kharas whinnied as Eryn autonomously switched between the stallion's forelegs, eagerly attacking the left 'armpit' of the chocolate equine.

Submitting felt good. No longer did Eryn have to carry the shackles of resentment, fatigue, or independent thought. All he had to do was simply obey the feral equine and the addicting scent he exuded so aggressively. It was pleasantly liberating.

Making short, salivating, and sloppy work of Kharas' other foreleg, the impatient servant-in-training deftly moved over to the other set of limbs keeping the handsome stallion standing, navigating himself around the big, flaring lovepole as he got to grooming and cleaning the equine beast's powerful hind legs. The furrows of the strong stallion haunches had a lot more defined taste to their fur, accentuated by the aromas they had undoubtedly absorbed from the musky pair of horse balls hanging just some inches away where Eryn now worked. He became more greedy, more ambitious in the way he treated the big stallion, relentlessly inhaling Kharas' potent stud spunk from its source almost as if he was attempting to breathe in the very sweat glans responsible for the intoxicating mixture. The sides of his mouth were dripping with saliva as he passed his tongue over soft horse fur, savoring the male taste like he was enjoying a rare delicacy after going without food for a week.

Kharas was audibly pleased with Eryn's performance, voicing excited huffs and grunts ever so often, ruffling his mane a couple of times and even once lifting his left hind leg to allow Eryn better access to the tasty pit between his leg and torso. The horse also groaned something which Eryn assumed to be degrading slander being slung his way but the dark-haired youngster was too enthralled in his work to really hear the big animal.

Having assumed his new task as a stallion groomer so wholeheartedly in the span of some ten, passionate minutes, Eryn was almost disappointed when the big horse eventually took two steps forward completely unannounced, depriving the man of his precious stud perfume. Kharas promptly looked back at Eryn with a stern but affectionate look on his face, authoritatively swatting the air just an inch away from the dazed human's face with his tail.

“Get up!"

Eryn obeyed.

Standing up on his trembling legs, Eryn was nearly knocked down as soon as he found his footing, by Kharas aggressively shoving his meaty stallion rump in his face. It was either by sheer luck or through some strange reflex he had developed from being knocked down twice before in the same manner that Eryn managed to somehow maintain his balance.

“Now for some pre-meal cake!" Kharas whinnied, sliding his hind hooves a bit further apart and leaning his chest towards the ground in anticipation, flamboyantly flipping up his tail to expose his equine tailhole. “I think you know what to do…"

Catching a good whiff of the seductive stallion essence emanating off the wide feral posterior was enough for Eryn to resume his duties of grooming and equine worship, prompting him to focus his efforts on the bulging backside he had been staring at most of the day. Accepting the stallion's invitation without delay, Eryn dove directly between Kharas' mighty glutes, taking a good, long sniff along the arrogant animal's entire taint, shivering as the rapacious blend of sweat and testosterone teased his smell receptors. He quickly followed up with a lick, one equally long and drawn out, starting up by the stallion's tailhole and descending almost all the way down to the big animal's scrotum. Kharas snorted and flapped his ears in approval; a sentiment that was mirrored by his malehood which loudly slapped against the stallion's belly in delight.

His mental capacity already reduced to only a few basic instincts, Eryn began mindlessly making out with the impressive stallion seat, slurping up all the sweat the feral had accumulated throughout the day whilst simultaneously indulging himself in the intoxicating odor of a virile male. Eryn leaned against the equine ass with his nearly whole weight, burying his face against the taut musculature of a male horse's behind, thoroughly licking both of the monstrous rump mounds of his master and everything around them. He ran his tongue up and down the vast equine cleft, along the mighty curves of Kharas' cheeks, around and over the squishy stallion donut tauntingly winking at him whenever he passed it without giving it any attention. He even instinctively brought up his hands, still tied together by the wrists, to grope and caress the immense volume of ass being presented at him, feeling like the big mass of horse meat was sucking him in the more he was able to worship it.

“It's honestly such a waste some horses keep you humans as farm workers…" Kharas sighed as he leaned himself against Eryn's enthusiastic exploration. “Fuuuuck~ Worshipping fat stallion asses is what you're really made for… Yeahhh~ Fucking feast on my fat rump!"

The last two words of the stallion's speech were punctuated by the feral shoving his ass against the face of his human trainee; a stunt which was met with delighted moans.

“Why don't you also massage my nuts while you're back there? They're starting to feel lonely."

Wasting no time in fulfilling the stallion's wish, Eryn reached his hands down between Kharas' thighs, being able to easily locate the hefty pair of equine sex spheres and eagerly taking them into his palms. They were big, imposing, and heavy just like the horse they were attached to. Eryn moaned against the feral's bulky rear, feeling how the gargantuan gonads pulsed with desire underneath his fingers as he began gently kneading them and Kharas excitedly slapped his cock against his abdomen.

“Fuuuuuck!" The stallion whinnied and scraped the ground with his forehooves. “Look at you! Worshiping a stallion like you've been doing it your entire life~ Fuck! Why is it always the proud ones who end up being the best at the most shameful of acts?"

Growing palpably more excited and restless, the huffing stallion kept pushing his ass against Eryn's face with more and more force, leaning back onto his own haunches while slowly tipping the balance of his equine figure as well as Eryn's two-legged human body. It only took some twenty more seconds of sloppy stallion rump worship for Kharas to eventually lean too far back which caused both the human and the frisky feral to fall backward on the grass, Eryn once again getting his face pinned underneath the bigger male's glorious backside, but in a bit harsher fashion than before. Lucky for Eryn the dirt beneath his head was soft and although he got himself pounded to the ground by gravity and a pair of heavy horse haunches he barely felt any pain from the impact.

“Oops!" Kharas chuckled, playfully wiggling his cheeks on top of his human seat, grinding his taint against Eryn while the human happily allowed his head to get dragged from side to side by the volume and mass of the equine derriere.

“Hmmm~ Bet you fucking liked that, didn't you?" The feral continued, happily wobbling about on top of Eryn's face while the young man resumed his duty of appreciating stallion buttocks as well as massaging the fat horse testes he still held in his hands.

Eryn wasn't able to indulge himself in his newfound affection of being crushed by horse butt for too long, as his master soon decided to stand back up, leaving the bewildered human servant to stare at the familiar view of an erect horsecock and a pair of veiny balls hanging above his head. Kharas huffed and tossed his head, lifting all four of his hooves one by one whilst displaying many other physical signs of an agitated equine. The brown and pink pole of breeding excellence twitching below his waist loudly slapped against its owner, flaring three times in quick succession, giving away what the stallion had on his mind.

This horse wanted to fuck.

“Get up!" Was the command Kharas once again gave Eryn, and which the brunette human obeyed without hesitation, his haste prompted by the horse performing another impatient belly slap with his tumescent mating meat. Eryn couldn't help but swallow in both dismay and excitement as he got up onto his knees and brought his face next to the feral mating instrument of immense proportions, its size and overtly raunchy odor prompting his heart to start beating faster. As the meaty phallic beast twitched just a few inches from his nose, Eryn was able to observe the veiny equine nuts undulating up and down within their sack in a way that sent shivers down his spine as he remembered just how heavy the pair of round semen tanks had been in his palms. Everything about the breeding-ready stallion junk just exuded raw, animalistic sex and Eryn was absorbing it like a ploughed field would soak up rainwater after a thunderstorm.

“Get to work!" The stallion grumbled, his words spoken with as much lust as they were with authority.

Already obeying the big horse on reflex, Eryn attacked the meaty monster of a horsecock, burying his face into the smooth leather of Kharas' sheath. The stallion whinnied and kicked the air with his left hind leg as Eryn eagerly breathed in the salacious aromas of a rutting stallion, huffing the pungent perfume of a real stud so vigorously it almost made him black out. Driven by the same submissive instincts as before, he soon stuck out his saliva-slickened tongue and slapped it onto the surface of Kharas' equine skin, starting to explore the dark folds of leather at the base of the magnificent mare breeder. Both the taste and smell of the big stallion's sheath were incredible.

“Yeah~ Get your fucking face in there…" Kharas rumbled under his breath, the entire length of his stallionhood twitching as Eryn went to town on his goods.

Once more cupping Kharas' cannonball-sized cumtanks into his hands, Eryn dragged his face along the entire area of the sexy stallion's vast scrotum, licking, kissing, and nibbling the taut, virile orbs as much as he wanted while their raw, arousing smell fucked his nostrils like a young, horny colt. He could almost feel their potent contents churning in the grasp of his fingers, responding to him greedily sucking on the surface of the sweaty feral testicles that were too big for him to fit in his mouth. Kharas whinnied with satisfaction, flaring his stallionhood behind Eryn's neck whilst the man served his balls, blasting a thick rope of equine pre-ejaculate onto the grass in ecstasy.

Continuing to knead the pulsating cradles of colt cream, Eryn gradually worked his way back up onto Kharas' sheath, rubbing himself against the incredibly girthy foundation of the heavy-duty horsecock, absorbing everything there was to admire about it with all his senses. Surrendering himself to the essence of a stallion, Eryn poked his taster into every single crevice of skin he could find, providing the residence of his master's incredible cock with a thorough tongue bath, utterly intoxicated by the strong flavors hiding in the folds of the dark equine leather. The feral once again expressed his joy by flaring his penis and scraping the blades of grass with his hooves.

“...Sheath maintenance is also an important part of taking care of your master… We can have a separate lesson about that tomorrow…" The beast groaned, audibly getting closer and closer to his limit.

Subconsciously picking up signals of the volatility of the horse's blazing arousal, Eryn promptly continued his journey upwards on Kharas' stallionhood, focusing his worshipping on the throbbing shaft itself. The feral whinnied and shook his head as Eryn gently latched his mouth on the twitching girth of the erect equine member, lapping the firm surface of the hot beam of stallion sex with his tongue as he moved his head back and forth along the lower half of Kharas' turgid malehood. The great equine fuckrod throbbed with the restless desire of a horny stallion as Eryn began pleasuring it, jumping in whichever direction it pleased as the small but eager tongue of a man licked its extensive, animalistic shape. Obeying the lusty pulsations of the fat horsecock, Eryn slowly worked his way up along the equine breeder's impressive length, defining the shape of every vein he encountered on the hot shaft with his tongue, prompting the swollen colt-spewer to spill thick, translucent horse pre like a broken water pump.

After what felt like an eternity of worshipping just the first thirteen inches of the equine cunt-wrecker, Eryn was eventually able to reach the characteristic middle of a male horse's mating anatomy, his tongue coming into contact with the thick ring which divided Kharas' cock into two halves. It was then that he finally released the huffing stallion's rumbling testes from his hands and brought them up to stroke the inches of horsecock he had already slathered wet with his saliva. Moving his palms and fingers – which could only barely fit the massive girth of the feral mating obelisk in between them – up and down in a speedy rhythm, Eryn proceeded to lick, sniff, and kiss his way further and further up his equine master's malehood, absorbing excitement from the bigger animal who was only a few good strokes away from exploding all over the grass with his liquid offspring.

“Grhh~ You have such good hands for stroking stallion cock~!" Kharas groaned, flashing his white equine teeth in the darkening eve as his whole body twitched with pleasure. “Fuck yes! Milk your master!"

Eryn had just barely moved past the furiously flaring glans of the giant equine erection and slipped his mouth on top of the yawning entrance of the aroused stallion's urethra when the movement of his hands and wetness of his tongue pushed the brown horse over his limit and the beast came with the proportionate force and volume for a creature his size. The subsequent shotgun blast of syrupy stallion seed was enough to clog Eryn's throat within a single heartbeat and the panicked man hastily withdrew his lips from the fully flared cockhead of Kharas' member, a sudden flood of adrenaline bringing him back to his senses right at the peak of the big stallion's climax. Eryn swallowed and coughed, stumbling backward from his previous spot directly in front of the great equine cum hose, only to get pelted by another thick streak of stallion jizz directly between his eyes. Opening his mouth to groan, he soon received another half a mouthful of potent feral swimmers as Kharas continued to cum buckets with no apparent intention to stop anytime soon.

Attempting to wipe away the first few blasts of the viscous, strong-odored liquid from his face, Eryn had to eventually surrender himself to the powerful surges of feral seed the massive baton of stallion sex indiscriminately spewed everywhere, Kharas' ejaculate output proving much too great for him to try and combat with his tired physique. There was just so much of it. He had no choice but to just sit still on the ground beneath the orgasming stallion's chest and receive the extremely messy facial he was being served by the dominant feral. And as much as he hated to admit it, watching a cock as big as Kharas' throb at full flare and shooting out long, thick snakes of raw, mare-impregnating horse cum was oddly mesmerizing. Not to mention all the other twitches and sounds a stallion's body performed during an intense orgasm.

“Damn…" The robust stallion groaned as he spilled the last of his extremely copious seed onto Eryn's shirt, breathing heavily as the rapture of orgasm gradually subdued. “Fucking hell that felt good… That's what I get for not finding myself a mare to buck before taking on this job… That's about eight days' worth of my colts in case you're wondering." Kharas chuckled, looking down in between his legs at Eryn whose face, hair, and shoulders had been thoroughly showered with his seed.

“Just so you know, it is usually considered rude if a servant spills his master's precious seed… But since it is your first day of training, I'll let it pass…"

…

Eryn spent the rest of his waking moments in a cum-scented daze. Kharas was kind enough to drag him over to the pond to clean his face, hair, and shirt, even allowing him to wash the thrilling taste of feral semen from his mouth, although the horse again advised he would be better off getting used to it for his job. The stallion himself chose not to take a bath in the pond, saying how it would make for a good lesson tomorrow when he would teach Eryn how to wash a member of equine nobility the normal way.

After cleaning himself, Eryn was given a modest piece of bread, which he devoured within moments while Kharas carefully lay down on the grass, stretching out his long equine legs before eventually telling Eryn to join him. A moment later, the man found himself locked between the large animal's powerful thighs which squeezed down on his neck and chest whilst the top of his head nearly came in contact with the stallion's nuts. Kharas said this sleeping arrangement was supposed to stop Eryn from running away during the night. Eryn had his doubts, as he was sure the stallion knew he had barely enough strength in his limbs to crawl, let alone try and escape from a horse in an open field. Similarly, he didn't have the energy to really fight or complain about the matter and meekly accepted spending the night in the sturdy squeeze of the powerful feral legs.

Staring at the sky where some of the brighter stars had already begun to appear before the sleep took his consciousness away from him, Eryn felt oddly at ease despite all the tribulations of the day. And even stranger, he was perhaps even looking forward to tomorrow.