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The big shire stallion eased his bulk onto the sofa in his friend's dorm room with a grateful sigh. They had endured a punishing workout in the gym together, and as much as he liked to push the envelope and preach the no limits line, his body ached in that extra special way and some rest time was sorely needed.

Tom scratched his ample ball sack through the thin cotton of his training shorts, and reached for the bar fridge conveniently placed next to his spot on the sofa. One nice cold beer would do wonders right now.

"Hey!" his friend, an equally buff bull, gave him a scowl the stallion knew was mostly for play. Tom gave his buddy a wink and threw him a beer too.

"Fucking generous..." Niall sounded anything but convinced of his bud's generosity, but the shire stallion took it as his due.

"Yeah, share and share alike I say."

"You are one generous motherfucker with my beer...cheers!"

They settled into the easy familiarity of fellow jocks, checking out their smartphones as well as each other's biceps post workout, and ignoring inconvenient stuff like the scent of homoeroticism. As if to dispel such thoughts, the stallion suddenly broke into a huge grin at his screen, and shoved the Galaxy 5 in front of his mate with an ostentatious wave.

"Not bad eh?"

The bull gave the picture a cursory glance, and quickly broke into a scowl.

"Meh..."

The stallion was having none of it though. "Oh come on, she is fucking hot and you know it."

"I've had better..." the bull was being defensive now, and his friend knew it too. The stallion leaned over and gave him a chest thump that would have stunned a rhino. Instead it just made the bull grunt and precipitated a good natured wrestle that left them both panting and even more sweaty, and in need of another beer or three. The stallion acted as bartender, as usual.

While contemplating his friend over the top of a well-drained can of lager, the stallion let out a monumental burp to get Niall's attention and gave him a wink.

"You're just jealous..."

Now the bull was intrigued.

"Hang on a sec...are you telling me you scored her?"

The stallion lifted his arms and flexed in mocking superiority. The bull just shook his head.

"She was one hot package that tiger I can tell you. Swedish, did you know?"

"Yeah...great..."

"And when she came, she would scream at me in Swedish and rip my butt with her claws and..."

"Enough!"

The bull was scowling ferociously, his nose ring bouncing as he huffed. His bud knew what that might mean...

"Let me guess...no action in the pants department at the moment?"

Niall held up his hands, his tone defensive. "Well, after Cally, I decided to take a break and all and..."

The stallion was most solicitous "Of course, I know, she really got in your head I remember. Still, must be hard not getting any..." and he gave his jock friend a playful pat on the groin. It just made the bull more uncomfortable of course, as it was intended.

"Well you can talk. Hasn't the Swedish Madonna gone back to her native land?"

The stallion nodded ruefully. "Yep...got a text from her yesterday..."

"So are you doing any better then?"

The stallion seemed to draw breath for a second, then drained his beer. His muzzle fell into a curiously lopsided grin, and he let out another musical belch before swiping his muzzle with one feathered forearm. The bull waited for his confession, but it wasn't the one he was expecting.

"Well...you see...I can get my balls drained any time I like, and it feels amazing."

"Yeah, meet Miss Palmer and her three daughters..."

"Not really what I was meaning."

The bull waited, intrigued, as the stallion seemed to blush, almost like a colt. Tom got like this occasionally, and it made him seem younger than his 20 years to the bull, when he hid behind his forelock and his cheeks blushed and his eyes twinkled. The bull knew he always talked though; it was their thing.

They were each other's confessor, ever since first year. And boy had they had some things to confess to. Niall was glad he wasn't catholic, as he was pretty sure there weren't enough Hail Mary's for some of the shit he had pulled. But he was glad he had someone who knew him that well.

The stallion shifted his hooves awkwardly, and broke into a sheepish grin.

"My roommate."

The bull blinked. He must not be hearing this right.

"Sorry...come again? Dustin...Dustin the nerdy Labrador from your hometown?

"That's the one! He even pays me for the privilege...loves the taste of my horsecock, he says."

The bull shook his head in amazement, if not a little disbelief.

"But dude...a dude!"

The sheer stupidity of that line brought a fresh round of slightly drunken giggles, until the stallion managed to control himself sufficiently to drain the last of the beer. He reached into the fridge, where his hand closed on thin air. Now this was a tragedy; the stallion got down on his knees, seeking out the can he was sure must somehow be buried deep in it's recesses but it was to no avail. Still, even if those thirsts couldn't be satisfied, others might...

"We could go for a beer run...about time you restocked my fucking fridge."

Tom picked himself off the floor, decision lending energy to his actions. He liked action; all kinds of action.

"My wallet is back in my room..."

The bull motioned for him to lead off. It didn't take them long, the thought of beer had lent wings to their hooves. When they reached the stallion's room, however, and tumbled through the door, a new opportunity presented itself. As well as a new challenge.

Sitting on his bed reading Kant, the golden Labrador looked miffed at the kind of intrusion into his quiet time that only two blundering half pissed jocks can make. He didn't get up to greet them, and managed to convey a sense of slight disgust with a curl of his lip and a slight rotation of one ear. Not a word was spoken though, as he watched the stallion fumble about in his desk drawer for his wallet. As he watched, a slight gleam came to his eye too; he knew what the stallion would find.

"Fuck!"

"What's wrong?" the bull scratched his balls absently, enjoying the slight loss of composure too in his generally confident bud. Seeing that horse's ears flick with nerves was a little treat all its own.

"I'm...err..."

"He's broke. Flat broke...aren't you Tom..." the Labrador tried very hard not to break into a grin, but he failed dismally. He finally caught the bull's eye, and the two shared a wink at the stallion's discomfort.

"Ahh...yeah...I forgot..."

"Stupid horse spent all his money on trying to chat up a postgrad, some pantheress from France, bought her fancy wine and everything to impress her...but he ran out of funds before he could seal the deal."

The bull couldn't help himself now, and doubled over slightly in a fit of giggles. The stallion tried to look fierce, but merely managed to look vaguely constipated which brought fresh howls of laughter from Niall. The bull ended up cross legged on the floor, with his back to the sofa, wiping his eyes as the stallion flopped on his own bed.

"Damn. No beer, and I'm horny as fuck too. You know how to organise a party Tom."

The stallion sat upright suddenly, his ears swivelling, and tail poised in mid swish. His eyes darted from the bull to the Labrador, as the idea seemed to slowly percolate through his brain. About the time his analysis gave it a solid B+, he decided to put it out there. He had done crazier things, after all.

"Well...I know how I could get some money. And maybe deal with your horniness too..."

The bull took a second to work it out. When he did, he was grateful he wasn't drinking at that moment. It would have been a waste of good beer.

"Ahh...Tom...the fuck..."

The stallion was on a roll now though, eyes locked on his roommates', slightly pleading.

"What about it Dustin. You always told me you liked football players. Would you take Niall as well as me?"

"Hang on a second now!" the bull was struggling with a massive internal dilemma, caused in part by the way his cock was trying to burst through his training shorts and the deep dull ache in his overfilled balls. His nosering twitched as he fought inside, a little outward flag of his internal turmoil. The Labrador took in that twitch, thinking how cute it looked on the big beefy stud. The bull did after all have a seriously broad pair of shoulders, and a chest that obviously rippled with muscle even under his training top. And those thighs...

"Niall right?"

The Labrador addressed his quarry now. The bull nodded reluctantly.

"Yeah, I've seen you round with horsefeatures a lot. Football, track...you are one hot number."

"Thanks, I think."

"Tell you what, I'll do you both, for enough to buy a carton. What do you say?"

The bull was cornered, and he looked to his friend for guidance. This was of course a mistake, but the young naïve bull wasn't over endowed in the brain department, as opposed to other more physical dimensions. And the labrador could see some of those dimensions growing by the second, enough to make him lick his lips in anticipation.

"Seriously dude, he's the best. Better than any chick, and it's just a blowjob..."

Niall seemed to shrug and relaxed slightly, but his gaze was still defiant.

"Fine, but you go first."

"Awesome!" The stallion was anything but deterred it seemed. He sat on the edge of his bed, gave the bull a big fat grin, and slowly pulled down his training shorts.

The stallion wasn't naked yet of course, though he wore only a jockstrap under his shorts, so it was all a matter of degree. The white cotton pouch bulged ominously, with the outline of a thick flare already obvious against the cotton.

"Shit you must be hard up, you're started dropping already." The bull tried to hide his nerves with insults, but the horse was having none of it.

"You can talk beefy." And the bull knew he couldn't hide the massive hardon developing in his own shorts. Still, it was one thing to crack one at the thought of a blowjob, but the way the stallion seemed to be enjoying this, almost revelling in it...

"Shouldn't we like shower or something?" it was a last, feeble attempt at deflection.

"Nah, he loves it like this. Don't you Dusty?"

The Labroador had left his own bed in response to the horse's partial striptease. He knelt, quite happily, at the stallion's hooves, ignoring the heavy breathing from the inexperienced bull by the sofa for now. He knew enough to know the jock was intrigued, and heavily aroused. And if he did it right, soon he would have something fresh to enjoy alongside his usual source of stud milk.

"Yeah...good and musky. The best..."

The bull watched on, partly appalled, partly drunk, mostly horny, as the nerdy Labrador bent his muzzle forward. The dog's nostrils flared wide a bare inch from his buddy's jock-clad groin, and he heard the sound of a deep satisfied sniff, and a long groan of pleasure from the canine.

"Ahhh...so good. What did you two get up to?"

"Weights, and then a jog."

"Fucking perfect..." Dustin pressed his nose against the bulging sack, savouring the deep musky tones of sweaty jock musk, then reached up with delicate fingers to the narrow elastic band keeping him from savouring in other ways.

A gasp from the bull and a stifled moo signalled the audience was engaged. Dustin was too busy enjoying his treat to think about the other jock much for now, but all in good time. This was more than a muzzlefull.

"Oh..." The stallion let out a little nicker or arousal as he felt the slight breeze of an Autumn afternoon wafting through the window over his exposed sack. His balls rolled, his cock twitched just slightly dropped, the flare already forming though from the four inches of thick horsecock already extended from his sheath.

"Stand up for me Tom."

The Labrador clearly was the ringleader, thought Niall. His stallion buddy seemed to take the instruction though, climbing unsteadily to his hooves, tail swishing behind. Tom closed his eyes, head tilted back slightly in anticipation of bliss, hands for now beside his hips, as the canine slowly edged the sweat-stained jockstrap down his well built thighs and over his knees and fetlocks to the floor.

With gentle pressure on his forelocks, Dustin managed to get the stallion to step out of his jock. The Labroador brought the pungent offering to his muzzle; one long, luxurious sniff, with his snout buried in the fabric, and he was almost dizzy with pleasure.

"Fuck nothing smells like ripe jock."

"Dude!" the appalled bull watched, fascinated, disgusted, and yet he couldn't look away. And his cock remained rock hard in spite of himself.

The canine returned to his favourite place, snout pressed to one pair of low hanging stud balls. He loved the way the stallion's scrotum bulged, the tight leathery skin. He rubbed his sensitive nose on them, drawing little nickers from the horse, then finally let his tongue flick out to lap at the underside of one fat nut.

"Ohhhh yeahhhhh..." the stallion's moan was all appreciation, and a lust filled heat that even made the bull blush. For Niall, this was something altogether new and disturbing, but he found himself rubbing his aching cock through his shorts as he watched that tongue extend fully and give his bud's balls a long loving bath before the Labrador sucked one mammoth stallion nut into his muzzle and suckled.

"Holy fuck Tom!"

"Yeah, feels...ughh so good..."

"I dunno..." the bull squirmed, trying to find a position where his confined erection didn't hurt. He couldn't find it though. All he could do was watch as the nerd finished lapping at his mate's nuts and started on the sheath while one paw cupped the well licked sac and fondled. He watched in awe as the stallion's length slowly emerged, the flare spreading all the time, each new inch of pink mottled shaft swelling and throbbing as the impressive organ grew under the Labrador's attentions.

It hung down a little at first, but as Dustin's tongue found the base of the thick shaft and started a journey of exploration up the underside, it twitched and jerked upright, slapping the stallion's rock hard abs and sending a little spray of precum into the air. He had seen his buddy hard before, they had jacked off a couple of times together and in spite of the bro code he had peeked at the horse's cock. And of course that one time still burned in the bull's mind when he saw it in action, deep in a girl. It looked even bigger than he remembered though...so fucking big.

The stallion kept his eyes shut all this time, his head back, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, his muzzle just slightly open and a little bit of pink horse tongue extended as if sampling the air. His nickers and moans became deeper, throatier, then turned to rumbles from right in his chest as the Labrador's tongue finally reached the fully erect tip of his cock and Dustin began suckling on his flare, tasting the rich musk of stud pre.

The bull couldn't believe what he was seeing, and his astonishment only grew as the canine opened his muzzle wide and began to suck that enormous pillar of flesh into his muzzle, the lips slowly moving down Tom's shaft as more and more horsecock disappeared.

"I can't believe...I can't believe he's really doing that..."

"Ohh yeah beefy...and it feels so fucking good..."

Dustin wasn't able to say anything, given his muzzle was stuffed with over a foot of horsecock. He made it past the medial, paws gently squeezing the stallion's assets, then pulled back again until just the tip remained in his muzzle and he could grip the base of the shaft with one paw and jack the aroused jock. His head bobbed slowly now, sliding past the medial and back, lips firmly wrapped around his favourite treat.

The stallion had his eyes open now, and his hands came into play, resting gently but firmly on Dustin's head guiding his progress. His hips flexed, and he thrust a little more down that wonderful throat, the canine easily taking it as his tongue massaged the thick flare and prodded the stallion's leaking urethra demanding his prize.

It didn't take long, even with a slightly drunk stallion. Dustin knew just how to get his roommate off by now, every spot that worked the best, and he had his secret weapon. As the stallion watched his length disappear and reappear from that incredible hot wet muzzle, tail raised ready for the end, the Labrador let his fingers curl under the stud's scrotum, rubbing along a soft silken perineum to find nirvana, and he pressed one fingertip into a virgin stud hole.

"Ohhfuck!"

The stallion's eyes rolled back a little and he shook all over, his muscles clenching as he fought to avoid dropping to his knees. His tail flagged, his hands suddenly clenched the labrador's head painfully and he thrust forward, burying his length in Dustin's throat. He let out a wild whinny and came, filling the canine's muzzle with thick hot stud seed until it overflowed, dripping onto the industrial carpet. The Labrador gulped down as much as he could until a second more powerful spurt overwhelmed him and gushed from his lips over his chest. He didn't pull off though, instead using his finger to press in deeper, skewering that delicious stallion ass and pulling the horse closer to him.

It was an impressive sight, and the bull took it all in, his own cock aching on the edge and precum staining his training shorts. The room filled with the wild whinnies of a stud in orgasm, and the potent stink of horse cum. It floated on the air like an almost visible presence.

The Labrador pulled off, panting, his t-shirt, shorts, headfur, muzzle, every part of him coated in horse seed. He brought his fingers to one sizable patch on his chest, sniffing the sticky coating before sucking it into his muzzle with a satisfied smile. He then reached for the still hard stud cock swaying in front of him and licked it clean; he didn't like to waste it, and after all, he was paying.

"Your turn Niall...I told you I'm good at sharing."

"Yeah..." the bull had a glazed expression on his face, overwhelmed by the sights and sounds and smell of raw sex right before him. His hand gripped one bullcock already on the brink, rubbing through his shorts as his hips jerked unconsciously pushing his meat harder against his shaking hand.

He waited, uncertain still, as the Labrador approached. When the nerd knelt between his wide played legs, he just looked down, dazed and pleading. Thankfully Dustin was good at taking charge of lost straight studs.

"Stand up for me beefy."

The bull gave a little moo but complied. Unlike the stallion though he couldn't not watch. He stared in fact, fascinated, as the canine brought his muzzle to a crotch bursting with bull meat.

Then he heard the sniffing.

"Ohhh very nice. Different...yet similar. Ripe too..."

Apparently his junk passed the test, as the Labrador gave another deep sniff and pressed his snout to the bulge. Delicate fingers just barely touched his hips, letting the bull get used to the touch of another male before Dustin went to work, hooking his fingertips under the waistband and slowly pulling the inconvenient garments down a pair of bull thighs built like tree trunks.

The red raw mass of an erect bullcock flicked up, freed from its confinement, almost collecting Dustin's snout on its way to slapping one flat bull belly with a resounding thud. He ignored the cock for now though, because he had found something even better. His eyes glinted at the sight of the biggest set of nuts he had ever seen. A pair of fat, ovoid bull nuts, dancing in a dark brown lightly furred sack, and he needed one paw for each as he fondled those calf makers.

"Hmmm so heavy...how long since you got some Niall?"

"Oh fuck...too long..."

"Awww poor stud. Let me help you with that."

The rough Labrador tongue went first, and suddenly Niall got his first ball sucking from a guy. He tried not to react but his moos of pleasure were too loud, and too obvious, and though he blushed furiously he didn't pull back. Each nut got its own loving bath, a worshipping lick that savoured the ripe scents and tastes of young jock stud as Dustin enjoyed a full banquet of bull balls before his main course. He couldn't resist though, and soon he licked up the shaft and was poised to give the bull his first real proper blowjob.

"Now just relax Niall and enjoy."

"Uhuh...uhuh...uh...AHHHHHHHH!"

Dustin got his first rewards; a deep long sigh of pleasure, and a spurt of bull milk as he engulfed the fat cockhead. He lavished it in attention, all the while squeezing the stud's nuts, before slowly edging his way down the shaft. He looked up to see a pair of big brown eyes staring back, shocked and yet needy, and he gave the stud a wink as he slid further down, until his nose pressed into the rough pubes and he felt his throat filled with meat.

The Labrador decided to make it last a little, or as much as he could with the bull so close to nutting. An agonisingly slow slide up the shaft, then down again, never quite letting the stud climax. His hands were not idle though, and he left the mass of those calf makers reluctantly in search of something almost as good. Each paw closed on the equally impressive mass of one broad ass cheek. Dustin was impressed, even awed. While Tom had an incredible muscled ass, the bull was something else. Two huge watermelon sized butt cheeks, all muscle, and he stroked then squeezed when the bull didn't react, digging in his claws. He got a little grunt then, and the bull finally gripped his head, trying to force his length down the maddeningly hot muzzle, and Dustin obliged, taking the bull to the hilt.

But while his tongue teased the underside of the poor stud's needy cock, his paws used the distraction to reach their own goal. First the sweaty crevice of the jock's ass, and then the ultimate prize, one virgin calf pucker. He just stroked for now, using finger pads to tease the ridge of muscle and loving the feel of it clench under his touch. Each clench now brought a spurt of pre, and he let the taste fill his muzzle like fine wine. Essence of bull...

"Oh fuck...oh fuck..."

Looking up to see what had gotten the bull so worked, he saw the brown eyes had moved sideways. Following them, he saw the stallion on his bed beating off with languid strokes as he watched the Labrador servicing his buddy. The bull had his muzzle open in shock, but his hips still jerked, thrusting his cock into that incredible muzzle. The trickle of precum became a flood.

Dustin picked his moment, and pounced. One finger pressed against the unwilling ring of a straight bull anus and suddenly the muscle gave up the fight and he slid his finger into the incredibly tight depths.

"AHHHHH!"

One more jerk and the bull buried his length and suddenly shot, the torrent of bull cum overflowing from Dustin's muzzle even more violently than the stallion's. The thick funk of sex in the room became overwhelming, a drug that made them all dizzy as they caught their breath. The Labrador was covered in jock jizz again, and he didn't even try to clean any off. The bull just stood where he was, panting, his cock still achingly hard. The stallion had a glazed look in his eye as he jacked furiously.

"Tom...if you want even more beer money...you know what you have to do."

Dustin looked meaningfully at his roommate. The stallion suddenly stopped stroking, his eyes fixed on the Labrador, who took up a position on all fours, his tail lifted in obvious invitation and wagging. As if sleepwalking, the horse got to his hooves, clopping over unsteadily before falling to his knees behind the dog. Dustin peeled off his t-shirt, dripping with bull seed and the remains of the stallion's own orgasm, and threw it to his roommate.

"Should be enough on there to lube up."

The bull could only manage a strangled gasp as he watched the scene right in front of him. The Labrador had nuzzled his balls again, licking, first at the underside, then using his paws to lift the bulging sack, to lick under. He lifted one leg slightly, overcome by the feelings, and watched the stallion rub his spent cum all over his twitching cock, pull the dog's shorts down roughly, and line the flare up under a wagging tail. One thrust, another, and suddenly the dog's ass spread and he let out a yelp as the stallion measured his length in the tight confines of his roommate's ass in one long steady thrust.

"Holy shit dude...how...how does that feel."

The stallion gave him a grin and reached forward with a brofist. The bull responded reflexively.

"Fucking A man. Tighter than your sister anyway..."

The bull rumbled, deep in his chest. "Yeah, I still owe you for that you cunt."

The stallion just laughed and gripped the canine's hips. One thurst, powerful but easy, as muscles flowed under his coat like they did when he powered across the field. And the horse made it look easy as he worked his hips with speed and power as he mounted the willing Labrador like a mare.

The bull always admired him out there on the field, and he hated that he admired him here too, watching him use the nerdy dog like a fucktoy. He tried hard not to remember the sight of Tom nailing his sister, the goody little cow of his calfhood transformed into a wanton sex nut under the thrusts of the stallion. At Nialls own birthday party too...but instead of giving his bud the ass kicking he deserved, all he could do was watch that pillar of horsecock as it disappeared into her snatch.

Whenever they jacked off together he remembered that look, and now he saw it again, this time disappearing into the tight confines of a guy; the same guy nuzzling his own ass crack. He had always secretly wanted to double team a chick with his bro, just like this. Now it was happening...sort of.

"Ughh...close...fuck..."

The stallion had his eyes closed again, screwed up tight fighting the feelings. It was no use though, and he flagged again as he climaxed, his length buried in the canine filling the depths of his roomates ass with a second helping of horse seed.

When he pulled out, his cock had wilted slightly, drooping to the floor as it drooled cum in a long thick line. He stumbled back to the bed, laying back with a satisfied smile and reached for his bedside drawer. He pulled out a joint and lit up, sucking the delicious smoke into his lungs.

Blue stallion eyes sparkled as he gave his buddy the eye.

"So...your turn beefy."

"Wait..I'm not sure..."

"Awww come on. He wants it, and besides, its awesome, trust me. Tighter than your sister...hehe...and hotter than any chick. Think of it as just like a blowjob only better..."

"How do I...how..."

The Labrador took Niall's hand, clenching and unclenching by his side, and led the bull over to the stallion's bed. Dustin undressed completely now, throwing his discarded shorts and boxers to one side, as he climbed aboard, his muzzle poised over Tom's groin, his ass at the end of the bed at just the right height for a certain bull cock. He spread his knees, opening his ass to view, as well as dropping down to make entry easier. The bull stared at that ass, red raw, wide open, dripping horse cock, and swallowed. He tried not to think too much about what he was doing, and just concentrated on the sensations.

At first his cock just slid up the nerd's ass crack, and the Labrador rubbed back, enjoying some impromptu hot dogging. But when it became clear the naïve bull had no real clue, he took matters into his own paws, reaching back to guide the straining bull meat to his ready ass. With a ginger thrust, the bull slid inside, just the head, and his gasp told Dustin the feeling was a good one for the virgin stud as he experienced his first feel of guy ass. He clearly needed more, as it wasn't long before Niall flexed those mighty buns and jammed his full length into the willing maw of Dustin's well fucked hole.

He tried to think of other things; Cally, riding his cock under the bleachers after the game. The housewife next door who took his cherry when he was fourteen. But instead, all he could do was watch the transported expression on his mate's face as the Labrador gave the stallion's sticky cock a thorough cleaning that made the horse's mane stand on end. And think of what was making the ass he was fucking feel so slick and warm...

It was the thought of his bud's cum right there all over his own cock that made him lose control. He gripped the furred hips in front of him and began to piledrive into the depths of that tight hole, grunts and moos filling the air as he tried to breed the canine like a cow. His nuts swung hard slapping the dog's small sack, drawing appreciative cries from Dustin. The Labroador liked a hard uncompromising fuck, but most of all he loved a heavy set of nuts slapping his and the bull's set were incredible.

With a bellow Niall unloaded, feeling an answering clench in the dog's ass as he pounded his last thrusts and collapsed on the golden furred back. His orgasm left him almost faint as he finally pulled out and collapsed on the floor. He stared up, at the ass he had just filled now dripping with his own seed, a river of bull milk flowing over the canines balls, to see a second fresh puddle under the Labrador's belly.

"Did...did he just...cum?"

His mate gave a nod, even as his face scrunched in ecstacy.

"Ohh yeah...he loves a fucking...don't you slut..."

One big horse mit clamped down on a Labrador head as Tom's hips thrust up off the bed. His third load was smaller, and the canine gulped it all down easily, enjoying ever last drop until the oversensitive stallion's cock forced Tom to push him off.

He tossed a joint over to the bull with a lighter.

"See...share and share alike bud. Then we can get some beer and make a night of it..."

*****

They made a night of it, or as much as the two jocks could, which meant weed and beer and chips and some X-box until about 3 am. Finally the bull nodded off, and the stallion got him back to his own room before returning. The Labrador had left, but returned with the horse, who nodded solemnly as he locked their door and let his head drop in submission as he knew was required.

"Sir..."

Dustin smirked. These jocks thought they knew how to make a night of it. They had no idea. And this one was especially dumb.

He had been cultivating the stupid horse since highschool. Some weed here, some booze there, gaining his trust until the Labrador's brother, the local sherrif, had helped him set the horse up with a big bag of hydro. Possession with intent to supply. The jock never thought the inoffensive nerd could have pulled such a stunt, but he was only too eager to avoid jail time in exchange for...certain services.

It was a small price to pay, having to share Tom on semester breaks with his brother; but it meant term time was all Dustin's, and he knew how to make the most of it. His first slave; and even if he did say so himself, Dustin thought he was making a good master.

The Labrador smiled in satisfaction, once he had completed the preliminaries. The stallion was naked, of course, and tied down to his bed. The restraints were already in place, waiting for his return, and Tom was well used to them by now but he still gave the cutest little shudder as the Labrador worked on him. Dustin loved to taste that fear, it was even better than the taste of virgin straight boy ass or cum or even obedience. It always tasted sweet.

"Stop complaining slave."

"S...Sir...please..."

Dustin remembered the long slow process of training before the horse could bring himself to say 'Sir'. The sound of riding crop striking stallion rump still gave him chills.

The horse found this position uncomfortable but he had become accustomed to it now, like most things. His wrists were shackled to the posts at the head of his bed, and his fetlocks to the legs at the far end. The effect was to stretch the poor stud out, his thighs spread painfully wide, his thigh muscles twitching with the strain. That was normal enough though; what he was objecting to was the final and less common restraint being applied to his groin.

Dustin liked to take charge, and sometimes he had to be cruel to be kind. A nice tight cockring, clenched around the base of that admittedly delicious cock and around the top of the stallion's scrotum, and he could relax. Not entirely though; he still had a riding crop in one paw, and he rubbed the flap against a pair of swollen and vulnerable stallion testicles as the stud shook and begged. Mercifully he restrained himself for now, as the horse had enough sense to stop complaining.

"Good...stop whining. I want a nice long ride tonight, after all that, and I don't want you shooting off before I say. Besides, you deserve a little punishment, and if you shot off without permission I would just have to punish you even harder, and you know how much you don't like that.."

The stallion tried not to sound afraid, but failed. "Please! I did what you wanted..."

Dustin nodded, smiling down at his slave. He had to admit, the horse played his part well.

"Oh I know, you did magnificently little pony. He will never suspect he was set up...such a hot stud that one, and those balls! Ahh...yes, you did well my little one."

"Then please!"

"Ahh horsey..." the stallion shook his head in denial and tried to look piteous. It would do no good though; Dustin wasn't a big one for pity.

He let the leather tip of the crop graze the stallion's flare and savoured the whimpers.

"Tighter than your sister...really pony."

"What..."

"You know the rules slave. No fucking girls without my permission."

The penny dropped at last, and the stallion squirmed against his bonds.

"I didn't mean to, honest!"

The Labrador shook his head with an expression full of regret. "What, you just...fell over, and thrust your horsecock up her unsuspecting snatch? Give it a break pony. Ahh but you know you could have confessed afterwards, but no. You tried to hide it from me, until your need to remind your stud mate how you got one over him made you careless. My poor horsey...so dumb..."

"Please!"

"I think I should whip your tailhole again...teach you to obey."

"Oh God! Please not that!"

The stallion's ears were flat, his eyes rolled in fear, and he shook all over. Dustin brought his muzzle to one exposed armpit and sniffed. Ahhh that fear...delicious...

"Time for my ride first. Then we will see."

He straddled the still erect horsecock, guiding it into his slick and open hole. He sat down with ease of course, taking the full length inside and rocking slowly back and forward as he just enjoyed the feel of broken stud under him. He played with his slave a little, tweaking his nipples, biting his neck, before he brought out the bridle to complete his favourite bondage ensemble. There was something special about using a bridle on an equine, they always looked so indignant and yet hot. And he had loved making horsey buy his own one under orders, drinking in his anger and his shame.

But he looked so handsome with it on.

As the pace quickened, Dustin used his crop on the stallion's hips whenever he felt the stud getting close. Then he teased the stud by stroking his balls, then lifted them with the crop. He nudged the tip against that little hole. Still virgin...

"You know horsey...I think I know how to punish you."

"Mpfgh!"

"Oh, don't thank me! You see, I think the punishment should fit the crime. And here we have you, a disobedient stud, who can't resist fucking his best mate's sister. A best mate who, you should know, has some interest in your body stud."

"MPFGHHH!NGHHHHHHHHH!"

"Oh don't deny it stud, even if you can't see it, I can. Yess...and, a best mate who is still angry about what you did to his sister. Now we have him over his initial reluctance, I wonder if he would like to claim this little cherry stud? After all...share and share alike."

"NGHHHH!NGHHHHHHHHH!NNNNNNNNNNNNNNN..."

The stallion strained against his bonds, his muscles bunched uselessly as the Labrador rode his cock. One last stroke of the riding crop on his asslips was enough.

"AMPFGGGGGGGGGGGG!"

The canine looked very disappointed as he rested on his horse's chest, muzzle pressed to muzzle.

"Poor horsey. Looks like you enjoyed that idea a little too much. Maybe you need that tailhole whipping after all."

It was all an act though. Dustin loved it when they disobeyed.