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The Stable Boy Fluffer

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by preyitem

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The farm did not run itself and Alice knew that well enough, a woman who was known to be sterner than most but only because she had to keep things running, keep her hired hands and her anthros in line. The equines were the best of the best, kept in her stables, but they had certain needs to be met even in the rolling, sweeping idyllic-ness of the British countryside, the fields like a patchwork quilt as they spread out as far as the eye could see. Not all of it, of course, belonged to Alice, but the land kept her far enough away from her neighbours that she could conduct it all in privacy with due respect for the equine charges within her care.

Of course, that was where her stable workers came in and one of them was starting out on his first solo day that morning, a young man who went by the name of Jack. He’d been obliging to start with but protested a little when she’d insisted he be locked into the chastity cage, a tricky device that stopped him from getting any kind of erection with a series of potentially nasty spikes on the inside. Where they looked aggressive, they were kinder, in a way, as they stopped any hard-on before it became a problem, although the young, dark-haired man squirmed as he cleaned out the stalls, panting with the sheer discomfort of carrying the heavy metal around.

He narrowed his eyes, sweating profusely. He was not the strongest of guys and most would have said that he was ever so slightly feminine rather than anything else, teasing him for that even with the line of work that he’d ended up in. The chastity device was heavy around his crotch and the mares giggled, pointing it out as he wished he had something to cover it up, told to work nude and, strangely, obliging. He had known something of the work that he was getting into but nothing could have honestly have prepared him completely and utterly for the reality of working on an equine breeding farm.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” a bay mare crooned to him, reading through a magazine while she lay back on a bale of hay, the epitome of relaxation. “Make sure you hang the drapes just right for me, I like to have them tucked back so I can see the moon at night.”

Why she could not do it herself was something that Jack would not know but it was his job to make sure that they were comfortable at all times. That came into play too when they were bred and, honestly, that was swiftly becoming his favourite part of the job, considering that they did not exactly dirty their stalls or anything like feral equines. He was more their servant in that respect, lower than them in the pecking order, there to serve their needs and whims while they were bred and, of course, during the course of their pregnant months too.

“Right, Jack...

He stood up straight to attention, cock bobbing, though it was the chastity device that gave the impression that it was oversized as the mares giggled and he blushed heavily. The mares were not locked in there but the barn doors were still often kept closed to stop the draught, Alice sliding them apart as she entered, a clipboard in hand and a smile on her face, although it was still a stern sort of smile. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a bun but the creases at the corners of her eyes had a lighter edge to them, pausing before the stall of a couple of mares as if she was trying to confirm a decision.

“Prepare Sally,” Alice murmured, checking a clipboard as she caught his eye decisively, not perturbed in the slightest that her stable boy, as always, was naked. “You’re ready, young thing, to take a visiting stallion, aren’t you? Got a mighty fine lad picked out for you.”

A palomino mare, Sally’s ears pricked up, her attention caught.

“Oooh, is he a draft? I’ve always wanted to have a foal with a draft?”

Chuckling, Alice shook her head.

“Be a good girl and you’ll find out. Come along now.”

There was no real question about her coming along as a head collar was slipped on with a lead rope attached, Alice clicking at the mare to lead her along. Jack trotted ahead (figuratively in the trot!) and rushed to prepare the breeding stall, set up with a converted breeding mount for Sally to brace herself against, although some of the mares did like to be bound sometimes for breeding. Even as equines, they had their own likes and kinks and it was one of the things he did for them too in working that out, though it was preparing them for breeding that was the best part of it all for him.

Sally may have already have been in season but he was on his knees to ready her as she stood over him, her cunny pressing up to his lips as if it was meant to be there. He gasped, a cool rush of air brushing the soft folds of her sex, although they were less like a human’s genitalia and more like those of feral, four-legged mares, pulled into a light teardrop and winking with need.

“She’s ready...”

Willingly, Sally leaned over the breeding stand, her arse raised and an eager whinny on her lips as Alice returned with the stud that was visiting: a chestnut beast with a thin, white stripe running down his face and muscles everywhere. He looked as if he was kept in excellent shape and, beside him, Jack felt smaller and more insignificant than ever, whimpering as he backed off, letting Alice do the job of leading him up to Sally.

The stallion snorted, peeling his upper lip back from his teeth to lightly sift through the scents, yet Jack’s hands were right where they needed to be, teasing his sheath, guiding his half-hard cock out and into his hands. He was the “fluffer”, of course, for the stallions as well as the mares, and the stud appreciated the attention too, stomping and huffing, mane flipping from one side of his neck to the other as he tossed his head. He was a stud and, damn, did he know it, even if he was on the end of a lead rope, Jack right there to help him along as he led him by the hard length of his shaft up to the mare who was destined to be bred.

Her dripping pussy would have called the stallion into her even without him there but it was a part of his job that he very much enjoyed, the whole room taking on a dreamy quality as he panted softly, watching every last moment of it. The slickness of the stallion’s cock twitched and throbbed in his hand but he was still with himself at least in much in mind as he was in body, letting the lightly flared head (simply swollen with blood) press up to Sally’s folds, grey and spotted with pink. She arched back, wanting him as badly as he wanted her, but the deal was set as the stallion thrust, grinding into her as her wetly wanton folds folded around him.

Oh, how badly she wanted him, Jack holding his breath as the stallion thrust in, the seasoned breeding mare (she’d already been in foal three or four times already, he forgot) taking him deep and nickering for more. Her ears flicked, trying to catch every last little sound on the breeze, though her mane picked up off her neck only when he leaned over her, putting his body weight and glutes into his thrusts, tensing and contracting to deliver the most power unto her. For the strength that he put into his driving, breeding thrusts came through in the foal, when they would be born, his seed fuelled on by the pleasure that could be shared between two partners, however brief their liaison was.

She would remember the stallion, Jack was sure of it, but he didn’t have any choice in the matter of wondering just how Sally felt, stepping back as Alice made sure that the stallion wasn’t too rough with one of her very best mares, even though he was not the draft stud that Sally had hoped for. Lean and athletic, he looked to be a racer with a finely dished face and softly puckered, flared nostrils, a stallion that would pass down more than good looks when he bred.

Jack gulped, licking his lips. Everything got to him, panting shortly and heavily, breath coming with great difficulty. His cock pressed up against the spikes of the cage and he arched back, trying to jolt away from it instinctively, though not even Jack could ignore just how that affected him, Alice’s eyes scanning over him with a small, knowing smile. He, of course, was not the only submissive stable boy that she had broken and, well, he already been most of the way there.

The heady scent of sex filled the air as the stallion plundered her folds, which still tried to twitch and pull around him, drawing him in ever-deeper. He ground in past the medial ring with a lewd slurp of sexual fluids, their bodies coming together in the very best of ways, Jack right there, up close and personal, for everything that he was to bear witness to. But the stallion was clearly not one known for his stamina, perhaps one who was more of a sprinter, slamming in, barely pausing to let his cock rest at its deepest point inside Sally, the mare huffing, twisting her head back and forth, before yanking it back again.

His climax was coming whether anyone there was ready for it or not and Alice tightened the lead rein, preventing him from nipping at her favourite mare in his sexual fervour, need rising thick and fast. Sally could not help but squeal out her climax, folds twitching and squirting around his length, pulsing and pulling, milking him for all he was worth. The stallion’s balls churned and ached and he did just what he had come there to do, letting out a proud neigh of seeding and breeding as he finally spent every last drop of cum he had to give to her needy pussy.

Jack held his breath but could not outlast them by any means as her folds milked him, clenching and pulling, her muscles contracting in a way that was beyond her control. Her orgasm rolled on and on even as he filled her with long, thick ropes of cum, streaming forth into her needy cunny, the stallion grunting as he leaned over her, hands resting on her waist for some semblance of support. He panted heavily, snorting with his nostrils fluttering, but she was there where he needed her to be, Alice crooned, patting his neck, telling him what a good boy he was, how well he had done for her.

“You’re going to give me some lovely foals, you are, yes...”

But Jack wasn’t paying attention to her as he dove into the mess of Sally’s pussy while the stallion drew back, a messy slop of a creampie remaining in his wake. There would be more than enough semen inside her to impregnate the palomino and she sighed heavily, bracing her legs apart for an even better position to enjoy him, his tongue teasing and scooping up into him, slurping along her folds and tickling the nub of her clit. She moaned out a climax – so quickly too! – from the sweet caress of his tongue but Jack could not tell just how long he’d been under her, one moment blending into the next as cum and the thick mess of mare arousal slicked down his face.

Of course, the stallion was due the same attention and treatment, Jack lowering his head deferentially to suckle on the stud’s softening shaft. The head eased between his lips but the length was so much that he had to lap and slurp along the side of it, tongue bumping over the medial ring, the skin mottled pink and grey, all the better for being able to adore it up close. He moaned loudly, taking his own kind of pleasure as his cock and balls bounced, hips gyrating regardless of everything else, pain colliding with the want of pleasure that never quite seemed to either be his or within his grasp.

“You’re done, for now, stable boy... Go service the mares.”

Back in the stalls, Jack’s services were needed again, other mares needing to be readied for breeding by their in-house stallion and other studs that Alice had brought in to liven up the breeding lines some. It did not do to let the mares become stale with one partner and only one partner and the mares teased Jack, flicking their tails over his caged cock, telling him how big the stallions were, how well they filled them up. He’d never do that, not with his little, caged shaft, though they still adored him for the attention he gave them, teasing their pussies as he made them wet and heady, grinding and humping until they could not bear it for even a moment longer.

There were always more mares to be bred though and even during that day Jack lost track of how many mares he prepped, even getting to tease a draft stallion to full hardness, though he very rarely got up from his knees. Sore and aching, he did his job admirably well, moaning around cock after cock, some of the stallions encouraged to push his head down by Alice, though they would never dare to be quite so outwardly dominant when their mistress of the moment, Alice, was around. A hand on the back of his head, tipped with hoof-like fingertips, was just what he needed, slipping down and down and down, wanting more, wanting to do more for them.

That was all he was there for as he pressed his lips up into Cindy’s marehood after breeding, her winking, twitching sex tugging and pulling madly under his lips as if she thought that she could draw another cock into her, still in need, her season running rampant. She was a harder mare to please and more demanding than ever as she ground back on him, cum spilling out of her. Sometimes he wondered if she actively tried to push more and more semen out of her just so that she could be bred all over again, claiming that she “didn’t take” the first time. With her juices streaming down his face, cock aching and throbbing with equal amounts of pain and confusing arousal, Jack wouldn’t have put it past her.

But there was pleasure to be had, turning from mare to mare, stallion to stallion, one day teasing into the next with more to come, and Jack was there to help them along the way, ensuring that everyone had everything the needed as the stable boy fluffer. The studs chuckled while the mares ground back in his face, cocks throbbing up all over again, hard and ready even without their fluffer doing anything at all about it.

Though Jack would always be ready to help the breeding anthros whenever they were in need...

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Where it was a pleasure to lick the cream-pies from the mares, softly cleaning them up after their rampant mating sessions, Jack had other duties too that only came to light as Alice tied him, quickly and efficiently, over a padded bench, the supports set up in such a way that it had to have been custom-designed by someone or the other. He wriggled, squirming in place, but he had been there for so long that it didn’t even seem all that strange anymore to be naked in front of Alice or anyone else either for that matter, the mares whistling and allowing him the intimacy of their bodies whenever he was not actively called on to be working. In that sense, cuddling nude had become normal to him.

Curiously, the mares filed in as Alice stepped back, leaving him with them as their whispers and giggles rose.

“Is he really going to do it?”

“He’ll be so sore...”

“Then he’ll know how we feel!”

He was left there, wondering and waiting, though even Jack had to clock on just what was happening when the mares “oohed” at the stallion stud being led in, Geralt lifting his head high, nostrils flared as he snorted. He was not an aggressive stallion by any means but he knew what he was good at as he held his head high and proud. The stud was led in with only a head collar, his cock already out and nuts swinging with every step, hooves clopping down noisily.

“There now, boy,” Alice crooned, giving the arch of his neck a scratch as Geralt snorted and leaned eagerly into her touch. “You go enjoy yourself now, no reason why you shouldn’t have some fun of your own with this one. You liked the last boy we had here so much, didn’t you?”

Jack’s eyes widened but it was too late as all his poor rump was given was a quick spurt of lube and that was it! The stallion moved over him, grunting and groaning, his need rampant as he had no mares to breed – evidently as Jack had not been called on to clean them up in some days. Geralt was a stud but he had assistance in his job too as Alice’s expert hand closed around his cock, the pressure of her palm and fingers tugging him up lightly to show him the way, assisting in the mating. There was no escape for Jack and he didn’t even know if he would have wanted any kind of escape too if it had been offered to him, Alice murmuring encouragement to her best stallion as she held the end of his lead rope loosely. She didn’t need to do more than that when he knew what his job was.

That left it to Jack and Jack was both the side-piece and the centre of attention, the cock fed up into his anal passage, forced in, deeper and deeper. It didn’t seem real, not even in the moment, but he had to bear through it, relaxing the best he could, straining and pulling against his bondage for all the good it would do him. Some bodily reactions could not be helped but that didn’t mean he could not try to relax, twisting his head back and forth as a moan slipped from his lips, surprising even him as the mares watched on, their attention rapt. Panting heavily, he was forced to take the flat tip of the equine’s shaft deep up into his backside, unable to move away or even grind back, torn between opposing courses of action.

His cock swelled – how could it not? – and immediately came up against the spikes as Geralt bored into him, demanding his pleasure, although he gave so very much pleasure at the same time that it was hard to complain. Jack moaned out loud, his own, puny member unable to compare to the stallion’s mighty breeding spire, slamming in, the tease of lube at least helping him to spread and stretch open as much as he needed to get through the initial penetration. His heart pounded and it was as if, quite truly, his arse was made for the anthro stud’s cock as he slammed in deep and hard, grinding in up to the medial ring and pulling back for the next thrust and the next.

Jack rolled his head, unsure whether he was groaning or not, too lost in the moment to care. There was nowhere for him to be but where he was, pricks of pain shooting through his cock, even though, truly, it had to hurt a whole lot worse than what his mind was registering. The pleasure of being fucked overruled it, despite the stretch, the pain but a distant notion in the back of his mind as his heart simply leapt and sung for it, pounding vehemently. Even more fervent than the driving, slamming thrusts of the stallion who had not had the release that he needed since the last lot of mares had come in for his breeding services. He needed it and the stable boy was there to relieve that need to the exclusion of all else, every last bit of his attention zeroed in on Jack as he snorted heavily, humping and pounding. He was used to not using his hands like a human, even though he most certainly had the use of them, letting the rock and grind of his hips speak for themselves as the human’s tight hole closed around him, unknowingly milking him of every last delicious drop of stallion-seed that he possibly had to give.

All Jack could do was lie there and take it, huffing and wheezing, the pounding, driving thrusts of the stallion stealing breath from his lungs. He tried to hold himself back, unable to cum, but he could not stop his body from reacting as he acted as the stallion’s fluffer, the best one to relieve his need when there were no others present, at that time, to do so. With their bellies rounding out softly with a foal to come, the mares would not be interested in him for the sense of their own wellbeing, looking for other pleasures until the time came to foal and, ultimately, be bred again. Thus was the cycle that, somehow, Jack had found himself a part of.

Yet he would not be allowed to do more as his heaving nuts bobbed and swung, forced to jolt about almost recklessly as he was bred, that massive cock driving more and more deeply up into him, demanding everything he had to give. The stallion didn’t know how not to breed like the stud he was and it was Jack that was forced to take it all as his bouncing cock and balls splattered pre-cum everywhere, though he could not be sure, even in that moment, whether he had had something of a climax, milked without true pleasure arcing through him, the worst and best kind of orgasm that a man could have thrust upon him.

“Get him!”

“Oooh, he’ll be bred just like us!”

The mares murmured and cheered him on to varying degrees of enthusiasm and Jack hunkered down, some part of him wanting to do good for them, to be worthy of their attention too. They went through it time after time with the stallion, after all, and there was pleasure to be had even though it came with the price of submission, which twanged through him like the string of a guitar being plucked, the reverberation lingering long after the sound itself had petered out.

He groaned, tightening inadvertently on the stud’s cock, the black stallion heaving as he pushed over him, muscles tight with exertion. He needed it and he was going to take every last bit of Jack’s arse that he could, putting his full body weight behind his thrusts, squeezing more and more cock into a hole that was never truly designed to stretch that far. Yet Jack was

“Steady now, boy...”

Alice, of course, was there to help Geralt out, the stallion needing to adjust the angle of his hips, allowing him to get in deeper and deeper until, finally, the stud’s balls swung up to Jack’s arse, bouncing off his pale skin eagerly as the stud ramped up for his climax. It was coming, surely and slowly, the stud holding off if only for his own lustful pleasure, although there was not a stallion in the world that could resist the call of instinct when he was balls-deep in a needy hole, taking what was rightfully his.

Alice whistled lowly and Geralt shrilled out a whinny, lip curling back, as he climaxed, spending his load and treating Jack to his very first taste of just what the mares went through every time they were bred. There was something surreal about it all as he submitted, neither wanting or feeling that he could do anything about his wilful predicament, those mighty nuts tugging up, churning, forcing out delicious spurt after spurt – which he’d tasted drooling from the pussies of the mares – of virile cum, flowing into him as if the dam itself had burst. Where the stream should have stopped there was more, slick oozes of it trickling down the length of his fat breeding spire, forcing its way out as Jack’s body struggled to take it all, fuller and fuller by the moment.

Moaning, he hung his head, shoulders aching, the strain of taking such a powerful stallion pounding through his entire body. It was not just about his cock but the dominance of him, the power behind each and every one of his strokes, how the mares giggled and pointed out, loudly, of course, that Jack couldn’t get off because of the cage. Always locked in it, always wanting... He closed his eyes, breathing shortly and shallowly even though he needed more breath in his lungs than that. It made him better at his job, better able to please them. They’d be happier still with him going naked all the time.

Maybe he’d do that for them.

He was not aware of Geralt drawing out of him but he was aware of the farmer leading him away and gently sitting him down in the shower, instructing him to clean himself. Although there was no tenderness in anyone doing it for him or assisting in coming back to his sense of reality, there was a quietness to the act as he ran his hands over his body, letting the hot water wash over him, breathing in the steam. It felt like a long time since he’d had a proper shower, rushing through it to get back to the mares and his work in the barn, but he was still efficient as he did so, although he couldn’t clean his anal passage as, with a shiver, he realised he’d been plugged up. Quite literally, that was, with a butt plug that tucked itself inside him and was locked into the chastity device too, ensuring that the stallion’s seed could not seep from him even when he lay down to sleep at night, another little humiliation that made his knees shake.

It was how it was all meant to be.

The mares soothed him that night as he lay down to rest with them, stretched out on Star’s sofa, her favourite place to relax of an evening when the stars were twinkling and the barn doors were cast open to let a nightly breeze through to lift their manes from their necks. They snacked on hay and dozed intermittently, lying and standing to sleep, as did their feral, four-legged counterparts, taking their time, relaxing in their life. It was a good life, a very good life, and one that every last equine there was more than happy to lead, revelling in what had been brought to them as they cuddled up with Jack and soothed his muscles from the trials of the day.

Head on Sweetie’s, breasts, one of his favourite mares, Jack breathed in slowly and deeply, taking solace and comfort in their bodies, his body aching but soothed by liniment and massage, some of which they had shown him how to perform on himself. They said it would happen again, that it looked like Geralt had taken a liking to him, and praised him for how well he had borne through the stud stallion’s thrusts, crooning and murmuring to him, velvety lips soft on his skin. Yet there was no sexual pleasure to be had with them with his cock throbbing in chastity, desiring them even then, slipping down and down into a fitful sleep as one of the mares pressed her cunny to his lips.

And, like the good stable boy he was, he slipped his tongue into her teardrop-shaped sex, lapping and teasing, finding the nub of her clit throbbing up thick and full and bringing her to climax. Where there was one there was more and he spent his night like that, drifting in and out of sleep, one mare following the other, a steady stream of arousal coating his face, the rise of stubble there drowned in creamy fluid, as much as he tried to lap up every last drop of it.

Eyes half-closed, Jack sighed softly, a little of the tension leaving his body as dawn broke, the cockerel crowing outside a little prematurely. Another day was coming and who knew what he would be asked to do on the farm with the mares so needy, their pregnancies requiring his attention more and more as the days rolled by.

He had to be good for them, had to be right for them, even as they teased him about his cage, letting their fingers brush it lightly as if they had forgotten that he “didn’t really have a cock at all” when it was on. The humiliation was lighter than before, locking him in his place while the chastity cage and its spikes bored in, owning a sharper reminder still of just what would happen if he ever stepped out of that place.

Yet...what if he didn’t? What if he was quite happy where he was, seeing the naked mares every day and even, in some way, looking forward to bending over for the stallion all over again? He needed him, didn’t he? And that was just what Jack’s job there was all about, making them happy regardless of his own needs, for it was their needs that would always, without fail, come above his own.

Stepping into the sunshine with his cock locked up in chastity, prickling at the spikes already, he could not help but smile.

He rather liked his life there at the farm too.