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This short story was a gift from my loveable pet :iconAtlas86:

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“Alright, that’s the last one,” Damian, the young stablehand said, ensuring the last of the four tripods was secure. Cameras with lit record lights were positioned around the small pen, focused on the powerful beast standing in the centre of the room. Well-bred stallions were always desired for one reason or another, even if this particular reason was a little more unorthodox and frowned upon. “All the cameras are set up, so feel free to do whatever you like. You’ll get picked up by at least one of them. This is a really big help, man. You have no idea how much this little side-job brings in for me.”

Standing next to the stallion was a thin, meek-looking man, beet red and stark naked. “Are you sure no one will find us?” he asked his friend nervously, glancing to the windows high up the walls. It was long into the night, but that didn’t mean a mysterious set of lights left on in the stables wouldn’t attract attention from the owner’s house on the other end of the property.

“Relax, John. Tense people don’t look as good on camera,” he replied, waving his hand dismissively. “I’ll be outside keeping watch. If I see anything going on, I’ll let you know. We can get all of this stuff down and be out of here in less than a minute. Trust me. You were the one who said you wanted to meet a stallion, after all.”

“Well...yeah, I guess you’re right,” John said, looking back to the slab of meat next to him that formed the stallion’s thigh.

“Exactly. I spent ages getting this one so comfortable with people. He’s my star. You can touch him any way you like, and he’ll always be appreciative of it. He’s perfect for a little slut like you.” Damian smirked, and gave his bare rear a gentle smack

“H-Hey! Don’t call me that when the cameras are on...” he exclaimed, his cheeks throbbing with blood, although his body couldn’t deny how much he enjoyed the name. His cock had already been hard, just from having the eyes and cameras on his naked body, but hearing that word directed at him made it throb with needy desire. There was no way for him to deny that he was truly a slut, and right now, despite being nervous, there was nothing he wanted to do more than worship the beast behind him.

Damian chuckled, moving to the door towards the darkened hallway. “Alright, alright. I’m going now. Start whenever you’re ready, and try to keep it down as best you can. It’s a quiet night out there.”

He waited as the door slid closed and clicked, and the soft footsteps of work boots on the concrete floor outside faded into silence. Taking a deep breath, he turned around and faced the stallion next to him. It was a large, beautiful creature, with chestnut fur and a long mane that flowed over the side of his neck. The stallion didn’t seem particularly concerned with him, just kept one dark eye on him as he got in close. The smell of horse in a stable was no surprise, but when he was so close he could find the natural scent of this animal wafting from its skin. A soft, sweaty scent from a masculine creature born to run. He was warm, too, bathing the area around him in gentle warmth from his body.

“I guess...I’ll just get started, then,” John said, breathing deeply to calm his pounding heart. He reached out and touched the stallion’s flank, barely feeling a single twitch of those powerful muscles. It seemed like his friend had been right, he would have no issues getting close to this beautiful stallion.

The floor may not have been very comfortable, but he wouldn’t let something like that stop him from enjoying himself. Falling to his knees, he supported himself on the stallion’s hind legs as he slipped into the shadow of his barrelled torso. His eyes pointed down to the floor, getting himself into the right position before looking up. Even though he knew what he would see, he still couldn’t help but gasp as he came face-to-face with the stallion’s impressive genitals. Entirely unaroused, the size of his wrinkled sheath and his hanging testicles were perfect for him, with each part being just on the brink of being too large to properly service. While the soft skin of the stallion’s scrotum looked delicious to press his face into, there was something he wanted even more at that moment. Stricken with a sudden feeling of confidence, he reached forward and pressed fingers from both hands into the sides of the horse’s sheath. He froze as the animal above him snorted, but he didn’t do anything more than step his hind legs further apart for his submissive guest. He marvelled, eyes wide with wonder, as the horse began to throb and grow erect from his simple touch.

“You must have had a long, hard day, huh?” he asked, staring as the stallion’s endowment stretched out before him. Sixteen whole inches of thick, mottled flesh, throbbing with need and already starting to dribble from the pronounced tip of his urethra. As it grew, powerful muscles in his groin flexed, slapping his hard cock up against his belly and making fresh pre splash in little droplets over his face and shoulders. “You deserve a little satisfaction. Let me help you.”

Pulling his hands down from where they had been frozen on the edge of the stallion’s sheath, he slid his palms across the fleshy underside and wrapped his fingers around its girth. One hand supported the hanging shaft from behind the head, and the other directly in the middle of his length. He could feel the weight and power of the massive breeding organ in his hands, feeling the stallion’s heart throbbing beneath its soft flesh. Squeezing down showed a little give in the stiffness of the shaft, as well as making his new friend nicker softly at the treatment.

“Shh~ just be quiet for me,” John whispered, stroking his hand back and forth between the centre of the shaft and its base. He needed to keep a firm grip with his other hand to keep the slippery cock from jerking right out of his grip. He loved how smooth the stallion’s flesh was, soft and supple around a thick core throbbing with need. The skin moved under his fingers, bunching slightly above or behind his fingers while he stroked. His new friend seemed to enjoy the gentle fondle, but clapped his forehooves on the floor as if impatient with his progress. John just chuckled, leaning in to get a closer look at the way the skin around the cock’s blunt tip dimpled and wrinkled.

At the same time, the stallion gave a powerful throb between his fingers, and he gasped as a glob of warm pre-cum was shot onto his cheek. The horse snorted as he winced back in surprise, dragging his hands off the cock to let it hang freely and slap against the powerful muscles above it. He felt another few droplets of moisture fly onto his arm from the shaking tip, and reached out to grab it again before it could splash any more onto him. His blush deepened as he realized he had just been squirted by a throbbing horse cock on camera, and it was going on the internet for millions to see in only a few hours. He had been strictly told by Damian before arriving at the stables that once he got started, he should never look directly into the cameras, so all he could think to do was lock his eyes on the drooling tip of the stallion meat in front of him. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he was incredulous that he had agreed to something like this in the first place. Damian had told him that his regular guy wasn’t available tonight, but did he really know how true that was? Maybe Damian just wanted an amateur's reaction to pleasuring a stallion like this one. In the end, the aching cock throbbing between his thighs was a constant reminder that he had no intention of stopping.

Ignoring the warm, sticky fluid running down his cheek, he continued to gently stroke the horse’s length, containing his powerful flexing within his fingers and directing all that pent-up energy towards his face. Drawing in closer, he caught another shot of pre across his upper lip, which dripped down over his chin and onto his leg. His nostrils flared as they were filled with the warm, humid smell of sex, and when he briefly opened his lips his tongue was caught with a creamy, salty flavour. He had tasted the fluids from other men before, but none of them were like this stallion; a clear example of the pure masculinity only a beast could have. A beast’s cock, designed for unrelenting bestial sex. He would never be able to take something like that, but he could show his appreciation to this stallion in other ways. Leaning forward, beneath the throbbing head of the horse’s cock, he turned his head up and wrapped his lips around the underside, just behind his prominent glans.

He could feel the throbbing of blood through the horse’s shaft between his lips and against his tongue. There was so much life in this stallion, and it invigorated him to be just as passionate. With soft moan and the loud, wet sounds of suckling lips, he thoroughly tasted the huge cock in his hands. Soft skin was pulled and gently squeezed between his soft lips, while the stallion above him whinnied and pawed his pleasure into the floor. It was clear to him that his friend hadn’t had a release in ages, making his entire length sensitive and easy to please. John’s tongue pressed up into the thick meat, running up behind the wall of the stallion’s glans and making his entire shaft twitch in delight.

“Mmm~ you’re so delicious,” he gasped, pulling his mouth away for a moment to breathe. Between the aroused stallion’s legs the smell of his musk was only increasing, making his nostrils tingle with its potency. He pressed his nose right up against the shaft’s side, huffing its scent while he recovered, although with the way the stallion scraped at the floor it sounded like he was getting impatient with him. “You’ve been very patient while I indulged in you, but I suppose it’s time I got you off properly.”

Putting himself in front of the Stallion’s throbbing shaft once more, John opened his lips wide. He wasn’t even sure if he could get his mouth all the way around the thick, blunt cocktip, but he was determined to try. Hooking his bottom lip around the underside of his head, he was able to catch the pre-cum leaking from the opening of his urethra. His tongue lit up like nothing before, rich, salty fluids coating his tongue and spurring him on to fit even more inside. It was a difficult stretch, but with a little work he got the slightly rubbery shaft to fill the space between his lips. His breathing needed to go through his nose as his mouth was filled with throbbing horse cock, which built his lust with the thick musk that hung in the air. Wrapping both hands around the slick shaft, he began to heartily jerk the stallion off, using his lips to suckle and his thrashing tongue to paint the tip of his cock with his saliva.

He was glad the cameras were recording; in many ways, it was how the young man felt things should be. He was a human, on his knees, satisfying the sexual hunger of a beast much larger and much better endowed than himself. His lips kept a firm seal on that plump horse glans, sucking on it while his tongue dug into the stallion's urethra to coax out the dripping pre-cum. The horse gently stamped and kneaded the ground, its thick breeding organ still flexing against the fingers that gripped it. For John it was like looking down a loaded gun, the huge horsecock aimed at him with two plump testicles at the other end just waiting to deliver their payload. He moaned softly, enjoying the flavour that this prized stallion was drooling over his tongue. While he kept one hand vigorously stroking, the other briefly snuck back and his fingers gently wrapped around one of the horse's balls. It was big enough to fill the palm of his hand, and he knew that it was full to bursting with thick horse cum. Two all-natural cum factories dangling between this stallion's thighs, and he was going to have them emptied on him. It was enough to make his heart flutter at the thought of it. Returning his hand to the base of the thick shaft, he resumed his fully-committed stroking, working his hands back and forth in opposite directions in order to cover the entire length of this powerful animal.

The minutes passed in the blink of an eye as he put all his focus into pleasing the big stallion, who was growing closer and closer to release. The throbbing cock in his hands was pulsing wildly, and drooling pre-cum over his fingers like it was a leaking faucet. He could see the tension in the thick thighs in front of him, clenching up as pleasure mounted inside him. John was so lost in his rhythm that be barely noticed the changes in the stallion’s behaviour. The way his hips gently pressed harder against him, and the way his forehooves scraped long tracks into the sparse hay littering the floor telegraphed his impending release. He felt the sudden rush of pressure beneath the skin filling his lips, and barely had enough time to slip the slickened cock from his mouth before the head flared out before his eyes. The horse began to lose his carefully trained composure, thrusting down into his grip and bumping his forehead with the slippery tip of his shaft. He gripped tighter with his fingers, ceasing his stroking to try and control the horny animal before he was accidentally hurt. He got one hand around the middle of the stallion’s shaft, and the other slid up to grab right behind his head, and that was all it took. A poorly stifled whiney echoed in the stable walls, and the heavy balls hanging in front of him tightened up. With every muscle in the horse’s body tensed, the stallion came.

If he had any intentions of saving face now, he had no time to act on it as the first gooey spurt of cum was splattered across his face. He only managed to close his eyes to protect them, but there was no stopping the shaft throbbing between his fingers, dispensing its hot, thick load right onto him. He could feel it landing on his skin, first across his nose, then his chin, and down his neck. It felt like someone pouring warm gel down his bare front as the contents of the stallion’s balls dripped down his skin towards the floor. As quickly as it had come, the powerful jets of semen had dissipated into a weak trickle oozing onto his wrist and down his extended arm. With none of the thick fluid running into his eyes, he decided to open them, blinking softly to clear the tears that had formed from clenching them so tight. He quickly focused in on the thick tip, creamy white leaking off the glimmering flesh around its slit. He realized he had been holding his breath since the moment he first saw the stallion cum, and his first breath stopped in his throat as he struggled to keep down the thick, pungent odour wafting up from it. He could see the hazy edge of the cum hanging on his cheekbones in his peripheral vision, but had no concept of how filthy he was until he actually hazarded a look down. He gasped as he saw his body caked in white, like a glass full of thick milk had just been dumped on him. He was soaked, and it had just been picked up by four different cameras. He had done it. He had jerked off a stallion and been cummed on for a bestiality video.

It took a few seconds before the shock and excitement of the moment wore down, and he realized just how messy he was. The front of his body was soaked and dripping with the contents of the stallion’s balls, dribbling over his face and down his chest. The humid, pungent scent of animal cum filled his nostrils with every breath, making him shudder at the intensity of it. He could taste it on his lips, creamy and salty as it snuck into his mouth and tainted his tongue. He opened his mouth and gave a slight cough as the air tickled his throat, throwing a bit of cum onto the floor in front of him. The stallion’s cock grew limp and slipped out of his fingers, dribbling its last few drops onto the floor before shrinking up into its sheath once more. He could hear a soft nickering above him, and knowing that his job was done and his balls were empty, the stallion turned and wandered off to one of the far corners of the room. John was left alone, kneeling in the ring of camera with nothing to block him. His cum-coated chest was fully exposed to the unblinking camera lenses, capturing every embarrassing moment. He wasn’t sure what to do now, the horse empty and the video over, but his own cock still standing tall and throbbing between his legs. He gasped suddenly as the latch on the door clicked up, and the heavy door slid open.

“I heard a pretty happy horse in here a minute ago from just outside. It certainly looks like you gave him a good time,” Damian said, a devious grin plastered across his face as he step into the stable. John breathed a sigh of relief, getting back to his feet. After kneeling beneath the horse for so long, his legs felt stiff to stand on, making him a little wobbly. “Did you have fun?”

John blushed bright under the thin coating of cum on his cheeks, and nodded. “Y-Yeah...he was...he’s incredible.”

Damian chuckled softly, turning off each of the cameras in turn. “He certainly is. That’s why I treat him so well during the day. He needs to know how proud I am of him for being a good boy every night,” He looked over from his work straight at John’s bouncing unattended cock. He wanted to cover himself from his eyes, but after everything he’d just done, he didn’t really see any point. “He’s not the best at returning the favour, though. There are some towels in the truck. How about we get you back to my place, clean you up a bit, and then I can reward you with something you can actually fit?”

After sucking off that huge cock and getting drenched in semen, he couldn’t deny that he was feeling quite submissive that night. He nodded slowly, following behind Damian as he led them out of the stables with all four tripods folded and tucked under his arms. “Do we have to have those watching again?” he asked.

Damian threw a grin over his shoulder. “I never miss a chance for footage. Besides, I wouldn’t want to waste any time with a photo centric little slut like you.”

John didn’t say anything back, but his cock kept throbbing as he thought on Damian’s words. If he was asked to come back, he probably would. He was sure that whatever the views on the video ended up being, his friend would come rushing out to tell him. Whether he thought it was a good idea or not, he was a bestiality porn star now. The thought made him smile, but he wasn’t going to worry too much about it tonight. For now, he just wanted to take a nice, hot shower, climb into bed, and have his best friend do as he pleased with him. Just him and Damian, nothing dirty or complicated. Then he remembered that Damian owned a big black lab.

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This short story was a gift from my loveable pet :iconAtlas86: