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"You'll want to start off easy."

Alexian sat on the plush chair, the fabric a discoloured rouge from where it had stained - the fluids of men having dripped across its covers, though which fluids was perhaps the question which lingered in the fox's mind. He was quiet as he watched the scene before him, trying not to display too much emotion in fear of presenting the wrong expression. He was careful about his body language, diminutive but attentive, his eyes fixed upon the gaze of the man speaking to him. It was all too easy to show some kind of weakness, to buckle under the pressure and back out. Hesitation could cripple him if he let it show. After all, he was here for a reason, and he knew authority and power would be absolutely the key essentials that ensured today was going to be a success.

"Nothing too much or too graphic, especially with an inexperienced or new sub, or else you'll just freak him out and they'll pull the safe word way too soon," The big bear standing before Alexian turned to him, "I assume you're pretty well versed on dom slash sub etiquette? I don't need to teach you the basics, do I?" The fox nodded measuredly,

"I've been in a collar enough times to know what's expected. All I know though is how to take - not how to give." There was a nod, reciprocated at the explanation. The bear's tan muzzle was spread in a knowing grin,

"Must be weird then finally being on the other side..." He didn't wait for much of a response, instead turning his attention back to his task at hand. It was just as well, for the fox wouldn't have trusted himself to reply. To be fair to himself, it was somewhat unnerving when he and his mentor spoke so casually when there was a shivering horse knelt on the bare wooden floor, gagged and blindfolded, ears twitching occasionally whenever he heard their voices. He didn't know the horse's name, only guessing that perhaps he was a Percheron, and that he was probably in his early twenties if not younger. The persistent worry that burned in Alexian's mind was whether or not this male was consenting, and if so, if he was at least of age. He tried not to doubt though, he'd paid good money to take these domination lessons, and he sure as hell not going to back out now. There was no refund policy provided the nature of the classes - somewhere in the hundreds had been forked out just so that the fox could sample and perfect his abilities at being on the other end of the whip. He didn't want to lose that much just because he'd got cold footpaws and a squeamish gut.

"You'll want to start with some degrading," The bear's voice cut in over Alexian's thoughts, "Now depending on what you've previously agreed with the sub - assuming you've actually gone over their limits - that could be any number of things from slapping your dick across their face to pissing all over their body and forcing 'em to take a big gulp!" The horse seemed to twitch all the more at the sounds of what the bear described, as if hearing his fate. It must have been like hearing a sentencing in court from his perspective, unknown to what was going on but unable to change a thing about it. Alexian tried to reassure himself though that this was all legal and consensual. It was a business, after all, not a brothel - though arguably the Event Horizon could easily double at that too. He at least knew the guy before him; Victor Darke, some actor who'd posted an advert online on the club's website offering tutoring sessions for wannabe masters and tops. Alexian had always been a switch, but typically he was just too submissive to take the full step forward and be the dominator for a change. He always ended up having his tail raised for some more powerful fellow. Today was going to be his chance to see what it was like holding that whip which he'd been subjected to more than a few times.

The only problem with the situation was that whilst Victor had the natural build and personality of a man who could make men tremble and kneel before him, Alexian lacked the certain powerful figure he felt was required to assert control. He had the height down for sure, even standing just a little taller than Victor, but his frame was slightly chubby, something which he believed wouldn't work in his favour given that the male who was apparently going to be their slave for the session was more toned than he was.

"This bitch here is up for anything." Victor gave a tug on the leash he held in one paw. It jerked at the bridle which was fitted into the horse's mouth and made the male groan at the sudden snap of his neck. More drool dribbled from his maw, unable to slurp it back up so that it was left to hang their in the cool air. "So it's your call as to what we do. Want to begin with something light or shall we push the boat out and start with a bang?"

"I suppose cock-slapping would be good..." Alexian honestly didn't have much of an idea. Normally he never had the options to choose from, it was always just his duty and honour to receive it. He couldn't help but now stare at the helpless form of the bound stallion, whose cock hung limply between his thighs and his arms cuffed behind his back. His head was bowed, as though he might be looking at the floor were the blindfold to be removed; it must have been some natural stance, a reassuring clue that the man was used to this kind of treatment.

There was a weighted silence in the room, filled only with the raspy breathing of each man. The horse, for he had a bit shoved between his teeth, and Alexian, as he tried to balance his decision in his head whilst gazing down at the stallion. He could feel the seconds tick by, something which didn't go amiss by his instructor, whose face slowly darkened the longer the fox's reluctance persisted. It wasn't long until Alexian heard the bear hiss some vulgar cuss under his breath, storming forward the grab his student by the bicep and drag him from the room. He left behind the horse and slammed the door, the anger visible in his face as he whirled around to yell at the fox,

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"I..." He stammered, not quite sure what was going on himself. His eyes were wide, like he'd been caught in the headlights.

"I guess lesson number fucking one will have to be this," he leaned in close to Alexian's face, his muzzle inches from the fox's own, "Don't. Fucking. Hesitate." Each word came punctuated, like a punch to the stomach, and carried equal force. Alexian could feel the heat and spittle from Victor's mouth as he spat out the words like they were acid upon his tongue. "Hesitate and immediately your sub knows you ain't got the spine to humiliate him. He knows there's gonna be a limit you ain't gonna break to destroy him any way you can. He'll just wait for you to reach it and then make you go easy on him." Victor's voice softened, but it still carried the same stern tone Alexian expected to be coming more from a principal or headmaster rather than some guy he'd met only once before and spoken over the phone with, "Now when we go back in there, you're gonna get your dick out and your gonna smack it across his face. Even if it doesn't sit well with you, even if you think he might not like it, even if he screams and shouts and begs for you to stop, you just do it. A sub has to know right off the bat that you mean business; he has to know that you're the one calling the shots. If you show hesitation, then you're not a true dom, and he'll just walk all over you and get some cushy session where nobody's satisfied." Victor reached for the latch and started to open the door again, "Just bear this in mind, as it's probably a good tip: unless he uses the safe word, deep down he's secretly enjoying it. So get back in there and slap that bitch's face."

Alexian was thrust back into the squalid room. The smell of sex hit him once again as he walked around the horse knelt before him, surveying how best to approach the man. He wore only a simple dressing gown, the robe tied at the waist to cover up his extremities, so it didn't take him long to undo the primitive knot and then let it fall to the floor in a crumpled heap about his footpaws. He wasn't hard - it was quite difficult really to find anything arousing considering he felt more on trial than he did about to have sex - but he strutted up to the horse all the same. Though he had approached unseen, his presence must have been felt, his claws scratching at the wood, as the stallion raised his mighty head upwards, as if to try and look at Alexian. The fox was greeted with this pitiful face, eyes concealed, muzzle wet with drool, lips pulled back to rest upon the cold leather and metal of his bridle, and he swallowed away his nerves. With one paw squeezing his dormant member and the other reaching out to cup the sloppy chin, he willed himself to get his wits about him. Blood pulsed through his body, every heartbeat slowly rousing his shaft though it was a difficult process. He just tried to think of all the delights he'd get to experience, how it would be interesting to finally see for himself what he would normally get from the dominator's perspective.

He could eventually muster something half between full mast and still soft, that ideal stage which some men often tried to achieve when attempting to impress a lady off the bat - soft enough to deceive them into thinking it had much more to grow, yet hard enough for the guy to maintain his erection. Alexian took a hold of his base, massaging the small knot that would soon be a swelling orb of flesh, and manoeuvred himself forward so that his crotch was just a few inches away from the horse's snout. He was sure the heat of his groin must have been battering the poor male's face, the smell almost undeniable as he'd been leaking all day in anticipation of this moment. Still, he sucked up all that hesitation he'd been warned not to even let peep out of his being and swung his prick across at the man's face. It collided with his cheek with a wet slap, leaving a fresh smear of pre across his fur, marking down to his lips, the whole motion making the horse flinch at the tap. It was nothing brutal, but it was pretty humiliating, Alexian had to agree. As he wiped his cock across the bridle to swing at the other side, his head touched the warm, slick metal, the flick of a tongue just glancing across his tip. That very slight sensation was enough to have a shiver run all the way through his legs and spine, his eyes rolling back in their sockets. He should have jacked off before coming here, he knew he should have. It was too stoked for this, too hyped up to really concentrate. But concentrate he must, as he let his member smack against the stallion's snout once more, making sure to really grind in the musky pre - once more the horse winced at the slap, unknowing to when he would be hit and be forced to suffer the stench and beating from his superior. Alexian kept this up and marvelled at the sight. There was something peculiarly mesmerising about the scene of a strong male beneath him, bound and desperate on his knees with a thick cock slapping into his face. Almost enchanting, the way the flesh bounced dully off the cheek, how wet splotches faintly appeared upon the fur and grew darker in colour the more the fox swung his prick about.

"Shall we kick it up a notch?"

Alexian looked to his mentor with a keen expression. Sure, there was some part of him still not quite entirely comfortable with how the evening was playing out, but it was ebbing away. Not all at once, but more like the tide on a shore. It would roll in until the fox felt like nothing else mattered but the worry for the horse's safety and well-being, then it drifted back as he reassured himself that the slave knew very well what he had been getting into for him to be in such a position. It was a dizzying state of mind, which in a way helped to numb Alexian for what would follow.

"Let's."

The big bear grinned, his tan muzzle spread in a glinting white smile. Alexian could see the pallid yellow to his teeth through the dark, the sinister shine in his darkened eye, as any true dominant male had hiding behind their expression. The fox wondered if he'd share the same face for the horse, if to the stallion he'd look just as intimidating.

Victor padded past the fox and further into the room, scanning about for what they should do next. He centred his attention on the small equipment that had been laid out on what looked like a refurbished tea trolley. Alexian walked up behind the big ursine to look at what had piqued his interest. There was a rather large variety arranged in neat perfection all across the trolley's platters, but Victor's paw hovered over them for just a few moments until he brushed plenty of things aside, picking out the odd specific tool with particular fingers. He drew the selection to the centre of the tray for Alexian to examine for himself, stepping to one side to let the fox have a look,

"Which would you like to try first? Since it's your first class, you'll get free rein. But the whole program will be structured to steadily introduce you and acclimatise you to all that you have available."

But unaware to the bear, Alexian was no longer paying much attention. His eyes had long since latched upon the sight of the choice he'd been given, soaking in all the potential sensations and pleasures he could elicit from the submissive stallion. It made his bones quiver as the thought of tormenting the poor soul, of pushing his body to its limit, was enough to send his balls into overload. It was all so fucking hot, finally being at the other end of all the torturous ordeals he himself had endured was a liberating experience. From the wide selection of pin-wheels to nipple clamps, of masturbator pumps and remote controlled vibrating butt plugs, Alexian's gaze set itself on one simple piece. Barely consisting of three parts, he picked up the rather cumbersome contraption and held it aloft. Light shone off its plastic plating, contorting when it reached a bend to follow along the curve of the device. It was empty on the inside, hollowed out and awaiting something to fill it, with a gap between its main cylindrical body and the large ring which locked to its upper joint. Pins fitted the two pieces together; all in all making up for a rather bland looking toy that Alexian knew would wreak havoc for his slave.

"Ah..." Victor seemed impressed, reaching out to gingerly lift the chastity cage from the fox's paws, "From Fetish Chic, I believe, part of their Sheath Trap range. The model's officially called the Sheath Trap EP-600, but ubiquitously many in the domination business affectionately call it the Victoria."

Alexian had read up on this prior to booking his session. Just part of some mild background research, the subject of orgasm denial had been heavily emphasised as a means of controlling an unyielding sub - deny them of pleasure, put them through pain, and they begin to learn who's in charge. Some of the simplest methods merely required with adept skill of reading body language, of having an honest slave who announced when they were close at just the right moment to prevent it, and then brutal punishment for anyone who came without permission. Alexian was no stranger to being the victim of such control, but he'd never himself witness chastity before. Tonight would change that. Doms, tops, and masters had found that the Sheath Trap range was arguably the most suitable, reliable and ingenious suppliers of chastity devices for men. The names however had lacked finesse. Hence, the collectively imposed nicknaming, dubbing each device a feminine-sounding name so as to humiliate and demoralise the slave's will - for how could a man remain proud of himself if his erection was being supressed and held back by a small device encasing his junk named after a woman. It was perhaps misogynistic in tradition, but it worked, and for gay men it mattered little what they did behind closed doors. Besides, Alexian was fairly sure that his research had led him to the conclusion that one unfortunate slave had simple named his cage after an ex-wife and thus the legacy had sparked.

It mattered little. He watched as Victor's face lit up with all sorts of filthy desires. He had boasted the toy aloud so that the slave could hear upon his place on the floor, knowing just what was in store for him. It was, Alexian ironically noted, not to scare the slave but to rally the sub to just accept his fate rather than to fight it. If he knew what was coming, he could head into it with dignity instead of cowering away, though the fox struggled to see this. If it was him, and thankfully it wasn't, he'd be pretty afraid right about now.

"First, however, you'll need to deal with the slave's pathetic manhood."

Looking down, Alexian once again spotted the leathery cock of the horse. It had long since begun to harden, jutting out at a sharp angle upwards from the male's crotch. His heavy balls rested upon the cool floorboards, whilst his member twitched and sagged with its own weight, dribbling a thick stream of pre that just dripped to the floor forming a small puddle. The fox couldn't measure the thing with just his eye, but he was accustomed to enough men to know it was big, and certainly so for a horse of all species. He glanced across to the small cage - naturally it was larger than Alexian might have expected, taking into account that he was dealing with a stallion, but even flaccid it seemed like it would be a challenge to fit the monster into its confines.

"How shall we do that?" He asked, looking to his mentor for guidance. Victor just chuckled,

"We'll need to get him into a more... agreeable position." Alexian cocked his head. The bear didn't say much, but just inclined his head and gestured to the nearby leather swing that hung from the ceiling by four thick chains. "Help him up into that. The poor bastard can't see what he's doing or where he's going."

Both he and Victor made their way back to the slave, the bear being the first to squat down. He produced a set of keys from the clip on his belt, a tiny chain of things that looked like the keys which belonged to bugs. He fished out one particular key and unlocked the horse's wrists, stepping back and tossing the bare cuffs to one side. They clattered loudly in the quiet room. Victor didn't make another move now, instead letting Alexian take charge.

The fox looked down upon the horse and for a moment he began to reach down, paws outstretched already in the process of helping the stallion to his hooves, but he faltered. Was this the right way to do it? Sure, the man might be blind, but he could find his balance, surely. He stood back up at his fullest height as if to remind just to himself that he was in charge here,

"Stand, slave."

Obediently, as if he words were magic, the horse lumbered to his hooves, a little inelegantly, stumbling only the once, but he managed it all the same. Alexian spied the reins dangling from the man's bit and pulled them over the long head and in the direction of the sling. Unable to question his direction, the stallion trotted along, taking firm yet worried steps forward, as he didn't want to show the apprehension but couldn't help but feel a tad disorientated. The fox wondered if he should do something about that, but with no cues from Victor he was in the dark. He concluded it'd just be best to get the man into the sling and to then concern himself with impressing the beer-bellied bear.

The next part seemed to be the trickiest - how to comfortably get him up in the sling with ease. He had him manoeuvre round by means of the reins until he had his back facing toward its bottom, and then Alexian pulled him back onto it. Part of him had the impression that he could just lay the large male back onto it and that naturally he'd fall into a comfortable position that was alright for him and everyone around him. But the rest of him knew that something was just bound to go wrong as the sling was just too high for anything like that to happen, and whether it showed or not to Victor, Alexian felt and looked nervous. Thank goodness the stallion was blindfolded and deprived of seeing his would-be master in such a state. But luck was on the fox's side; as the horse's thighs came into contact with the heavy duty leather of the sling, something instinctual resonated in the male, as if he'd done this a thousand times before. His paws reached out to steady himself against the chains and he hopped up, seating his rump just on the lip of the sling before wiggling back, then lying down rather unsteadily. It seemed to work nonetheless, even if it was once again a little slapdash and unwieldy. Alexian's eyes shot across the room to take in his mentor's reaction. A wry smile was all he got for his independence.

"Not too bad, for your first try. The sling is always tricky for a beginner." The bear corrected himself, realising Alexian might well have been in a sling himself in his time, "Well, for a beginner on this side of it, that is." The fox just shrugged. It was compliment enough for him. He watched as the bear brought across four shackles - one for each limb, Alexian assumed, and together they began to fasten two each on either side, setting the horse's forearms and forelegs aloft, held up by chains fitted to the very same ones that held the rest of his body up high. There was no escape for him now, even as he tugged at his bindings to test what give he had and how much he could move about. The fox almost glossed over it until Victor brought it to his attention, "Watch how Liam here moves his limbs about even though he's essentially immobilised - he's checking to see if he's not in any discomfort and, in the unlikely event of an emergency, can do enough to get the master's attention. You'll have done it yourself subconsciously, but it's important for a dominant to make sure their submissive isn't in any unnecessary harm."

It was rather neat, Alexian admitted, to note the simplicities of it all that contributed together to what actually transpired to be a complex session. He hadn't realised the amount of effort and restraint it went into each occasion, and not on the slave's behalf but the master's. The amount of control was not something that came naturally. It had to be plucked away slowly and carefully, methodically...

Victor pulled open a cupboard Alexian hadn't paid attention to when he'd entered the room. It had been tucked away in the corner, looking rather shabby, and honestly had assumed it to be part of the rundown furnishings, but he was pleasantly surprised when the bear pulled the door and light flooded out - it was a miniature refrigerator, expertly disguised to match the surroundings. Inside it looked grimy, however, with only one shelf to the divide the whole thing in half. Upon this shelf stood what looked to be a cooling bucket for wines and champagnes. Alexian pondered why on Divinia such a thing might be here, and why Victor was now drawing it out full of ice and placing it upon the side next to where the sling dangled, swaying gently with the horse's odd movement.

"Now you can deal with the pony's dick."

Since he had gotten up, the man, or Liam's, cock had fallen somewhat flaccid, to a near semi stage. But after getting the sling, from the fittings of shackles, that monster had throbbed and bobbed its way back up, lifting itself up like some kind of titan from the dust and standing proud in the air, drooling a steady stream of pre down along its shaft. It began to click with Alexian what Victor was expecting him to do, no longer needing much prompt from the bear. It was weird, but it felt like his footpaws were no longer touching the ground as he took off, entering into his own little world that the ursine had guided him into. He reached out and took two rather large chunks of ice in his paw, the icy cold immediately hitting his paw-pads. But he ignored it and pressed on, holding the ice out carefully until it came into a fluttering contact with the male's tool. He physically jumped at the sensation and let out a grunted hiss behind the bit still trapped in his maw, grinding his hips so as to try and move away, but there was nowhere else to go; all the fox had to do was make a grip of the base to hold him firm and then press that sapping ice against his meaty length. The effect was almost immediate, hypnotic to watch as that impressive shaft began to shrink, receding back upon itself like a balloon deflating in slow motion. Alexian rubbed the ice all over the cock as it began to melt rather rapidly, the cubes becoming smaller and smaller until his paw was just wet with ice water. But he smeared the cool liquid regardless all across the dick for double measure until it was just mashing in the cold droplets that were already there and lingering. Practically all of Liam's length had shrunk back to just an inch, hidden away inside him.

Realising he didn't yet have the chastity cage ready, Alexian looked frantically around for it. But the bear had him covered at least in that respect. He held in an open paw the three components separated into their individual parts, ready for the fox to take and put on the horse. He knew the order from logic - first came the cock ring, the actual part which would keep the device fitted, which slid on like a horseshoe, a small portion of a supposed circle rounded off an missing to allow interconnection with the bridging joint. The second was the tube, probably the most fundamental and integral piece out of all three, for it blocked off the horse from touching himself. Alexian had to take a hold of the soft flesh and feed it into the gently curved tubing, letting the stallion's shrunken shaft slide in neatly. It was miraculous how it was a perfect fit, but then again the fox suspected it might have all been prearranged down to the very slave they'd be using - someone patient and practised - with the correct beginning tools. He could hardly blame them, clicking together the third partition into the two already fitted portions. There was a sense of accomplishment with his work as he stood back to admire it, seeing the stallion's length fill out rapidly inside the plastic tube. But for all he could strain, his dick pulsing and throbbing in its clear prison, he could not get hard, forced to remain at a his flaccid state. There would be no more pleasure for him, not that way, at least.

It looked so hot, to see the male bound and trussed up like that. Fixed to the sling, rump presented off the back, cock and balls trapped in their confinement for as long as Alexian deemed fit for he held the key to their release, and primed for just about anything. He considered what else he could do, what more he could put the slave through to shake things up, his imagination sparking in all sorts of twisted and warped ways.

"I want to fuck him." Alexian didn't even realise he'd said the words aloud. But that rear looked so plump, glistening with a thin film of sweat, quivering and just begging for to be fucked. The fox licked his lips as he imagined his cock, swollen and thick, plunging deep into that hole, right until he can finally plough that knot home, tearing open that puckering ring...

He did a double take, not quite sure at what point he'd taken over the session from student to participant. Victor just let out a soft chuckle,

"You can do what you like with him, so long as you don't harm him." He rose up and began to move himself towards the door, "Looks like we're done for today, so I'll leave you be to... practise. I'll be back in an hour to take him off your paws."

Alexian knew he'd be done quicker than that, but as he heard the door open and close, he couldn't help but focus on one thing. His breathing was deep, staggered, and slow, as if he obsessing over the stallion's presented ass, the hole winking and goading him on. The only other sounds were the gentle wheezing of the anxious horse who waited for his fate to arrive and the clinks of chains and cuffs as they rattled together. The fox stepped up to his prey and reached out with a wet paw, putting his palm to the shivering flesh of that rounded rump, stroking over the slave's cheek. There was a light flinch to the touch, but the stallion settled into it, accepting that now Alexian was his master for the whole hour.

The fox finally turned to what he was wearing. He'd only been given a pile of gear to wear, nothing he'd paid much attention to, as he'd donned it before the session, but here and now as he glowered down at the bound horse, he understood. The tightness of the harness on his torso, wrapped around his shoulders and under his armpits, pulling against his chest, it made him want to push his body out, pressing his fur against the leather. And then his chaps, free and unclothed at the crotch and ass, covered his whole legs and gave him that enclosed feeling. Perhaps it was the same sensation for the horse and his cock. It made the fox's cock throb just to think about it.

He groped his sheath and balls rather openly, lewdly smacking his chops as he gave his cock a few strokes, just to rouse his member from a semi to its full hardness. It didn't take much to get him going, the intense scene before him and that ass presented for his pleasure being enough. For a moment, he thought about getting lube, working the slave's ass open before he did anything that might harm the guy as he wasn't about to be a total master, but something made him stop. Curiously, his eyes watched the hole wink and pulse as the horse knew what was coming, Alexian's statement having made it clear, and whilst the vulpine could clearly see the man was no stranger to getting fucked he noticed an odd dampness. It might have been sweat, but as Alexian traced a finger to the stallion's hole, it felt too unnaturally slick. He pushed the digit in, feeling it slide into the horse's hot insides without so much as a smudge of resistance. There was absolutely nothing, his finger just went straight in right up to the knuckle.

Alexian shivered. He was going to fucking enjoy this.

Putting his tip to the horse's hole, Alexian pushed in, not even considering going gently. His cock was soaked in enough pre by now and that ass had been lubed up for goodness knows how long. A satisfying squelch splattered around his head as his flesh moved into slick goo, inch after inch just being fed into the horse. Alexian maybe wasn't the biggest this stallion had taken as he'd been with men who'd dwarfed him, but his knot gave him the edge. He pushed it up against the hole and his suspicions were right. Though the horse was used to getting pounded, it gave the advantage a particularly loose enough hole. Alexian gave a firm shove forwards with his hips and that knot of his slipped inside.

The bound stallion let out a strangled moan, grunting and curling over as his ass buckled under the strain. He shuddered and flexed, pulling on his shackles, but Alexian waited until he'd calmed down, stroking around the man's crotch, wasting time by admiring the horse's cock trapped within the cage. Desperately it had already filled up and bloated the full tube, its meat pressing up against the plastic and smearing it with pre. His hide was quivering as his body was forced to adjust, calming down ever so slowly. When Alexian felt he'd suitably got his senses, he jerked his hips back, pulling constantly on his knot until he felt the rim around his shaft stretch wide open. His swollen orb came into view, a fair fleshy pink against darkened purple and black of the stallion's entrance. His mouth felt dry as he just stared, feeling that rim peel over his knot until finally it popped free, and then his shaft was drawn back out. His inches came back into the open, covered in slight smears of lube, withdrawing from that ebony ass.

Without waiting, he threw his hips forward again, balls smacking into the tail base of the stallion, sheath mashed against that wet hole, knot slipping in once more. Again, Liam gave a garbled grunt, although diminished this time, and his body lurched. Alexian didn't wait around, however, and instead of giving his slave a chance to recuperate he'd drew back his cock. He felt the slick tug of that hole against his knot give way, letting his member break back out of those warm depths and into the cool air. If he was to wait each and every time, he'd there all day, and some deep part of him knew that the horse could take whatever he'd dish out. It was hardly the most brutal thing he'd ever experienced, Alexian wagered. So he chose to fuck his sub for all that he was worth.

He plunged his dick back in again, letting it tie with the abused ass, laying waste to its rim. He could feel every slight twitch off the stallion as he grabbed those calves to balance himself, the pulse of his heartbeat in his ass against his sensitive shaft, the throb of a clenching hole as his cock fought to break free, pleasure being outright denied. He grinned, beginning his slow fucking as he had to first work the stallion's hole wider. The slave just whined and whimpered, drool trickling down his face as his head thrashed about, whilst Alexian rutted his ass, pumping away with a determined vigour. The fox grunted as those cocooning guts wrapped around his shaft, as good as any paw or maw, and he pushed in deeply upon every thrust. He was sure his head was jabbing and grinding against the stallion's prostate, the horse letting out a winded moan each time he knotted the male. Though for as much as Alexian fucked him, there was no reward or release for him; the horse's trapped monster did all it could, flexing visibly within the plastic, but to no avail. The fox just let that feeling of superiority wash over him, like a mental baptism announcing to the world that here and now he was the better man, the true male out of them both, even despite the size comparison.

After what felt like an age of just leisurely fucking his slave, Alexian deemed him to be loose enough to pick up the pace. He'd been enjoying a soaring high, caught between the point of orgasm and then somewhere lower, like perhaps nursing an erection through the boring build-up scenes of a porno. The horse grunted when Alexian shifted his stance, stepping a little closer to the sling, and put his paws at the stallion's waist, up nearer to the armpits so that he could get a firm hold of his body. He could feel the tightened muscles clenching and unclenching beneath his fingertips, almost in tune with the flexes of that rim around the base of his cock. He let out a deep growl as he grit his teeth, letting the sling's momentum upon each swing and his own hips thrust into the slave's ass with precision and speed, the force behind it enough to make the male's groans jitter. He was practically ripping his knot from the hole now, losing all care for how it might feel for the stallion whilst he drove his cock home at a frantic pace. He jackhammered every inch he could into those sucking guts, drilling his head further and further, trying to get as deep as he could to feel as much as that ass smothering his dick. Alexian let out a long hiss with closed eyes, focusing all he could on the sensation of his meat sliding in and out, his knot getting hugged by tight flesh, and let himself climb higher towards his climax. It must have been so frustrating for the horse to know that his master was close to orgasm but he far away, enjoying the solitude of a painful boner.

He could feel his orgasm building, slowly rising up from his abdomen until it was all he could sense, that he had an urgent desire for release. It was a pleasant heat, one he tried to hold on to for as long as possible, but even he knew it was inevitable until he had to let go. Alexian was moaning and grunting, giving dirty small talk every now and then though it was more just senseless insults and words of encouragement. He didn't care much. He just pumped away with all his length, knot included, until he felt like he couldn't take anymore. Erratically, he shoved all that he could in, holding his lap up close to the stallion's rump, and hammered his knot in and out repeatedly, the lewd slurps of the fat meat slamming against that hole filling the air. It took barely seconds after that, and with one shocked, loud gasp, Alexian let loose. Possibly, he might have cum more than any time before, but it was difficult to say. All he could feel was an overwhelming rushing sense of bliss, euphoria scoring up his body as his cock finally shot its load into the warm ass of the frustrated and denied horse. He just held his crotch up flat against that rear, pumping thick jets of his seed one after another, until he could feel the backlog of cum swirl around his own shaft. When it came to just small spurts, little shots of lingering jizz, he pulled back, that slimy hole giving off only a hint of strength as he slid his knot free, having to tug it slightly. His spent dick swung low between his legs, that sweet moment between a waning erection and full length hardness, dripping with his spooge, and he took a step back to see his handiwork in the light. The horse's cummy hole stared back at him, open for just a moment before natural muscles took over and twitched back into life, trying to close up, a dribble of seed splattering to the floor in wet globs.

A slow clap sounded from behind him, and Alexian looked around to see that Victor, at some point during the rutting, had come back in. A beaming smile lit up his face,

"Is the hour up?" The fox asked, wondering if he'd really spent that long fucking the stallion.

"Only half of it. I just had to come in though and congratulate you; for your first time domming, that was pretty damn impressive." Alexian couldn't help but bashfully smile, a warm flush coming to his cheeks at the compliment. He wiped some fur from his eyes, correcting his glasses,

"Thank you, but if you wouldn't mind, I'd like me extra thirty minutes," he paused, thinking for a moment, "And then I'd like to book myself for the course."