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Deep within the dark forest, where the sun's warmth struggled to reach the ground, a lone hunter stalked his prey.

He'd been tracking the deer for the better part of a day now, following the nigh-invisible trail its hooves left in the grass, and the faintest of disturbances it left in the leafy green underbrush all around him. His stomach growled. He could practically taste the blood-red venison on his palette, rich and savory, but he knew he must not be distracted. Falter now, and everything would be for naught.

He dropped to one knee, licking the tips of his finger and knocking an arrow in his sturdy maple re-curve bow. He drew back, his posture firm and steady, the wire taught against his cheek as his prey came into focus. The white-speckled doe grazed peacefully in the sun-light pasture, white butterflies flitting around its sleek, elegant body. She was a graceful creature, and her death would be swift and clean.

“Stop!"

The baritone command rumbled directly behind him, deep, and smooth, yet demanding obedience at once. Raymond nearly jumped out of his skin, the deer glancing in his direction before prancing deeper into the woods. His hands trembled. A days worth of hard-work. Gone.

“Look at me and you're dead."

He was in the middle of turning his head-on instinct when he stopped in his tracks. A cold sweat rolled down his spine. Whoever had caught him, they sounded big. Very big.

“Drop your bow, human. I will not warn you again."

'_Human?' _ Raymond's brow wrinkled with the slightest bit in confusion, then fear as the realization dawned on him. His captor was not human. Everything had just gotten worse. Much worse.

“I mean you no harm." he spoke clearly, trying to keep his voice from shaking with fear. He relaxed his bow arm and let his shoulders droop to his sides. “I yield." He placed his bow and quiver on the ground on the ground at his feet.

“Kick it behind you." The male purred.

Raymond grit his teeth and chipped his bow and quiver behind him. He heard the soft thump of hooves, heavy and resonant, and then a loud, violent snap.

“Worthless."

His foe was mounted, that much was evident. Humans … elves … it did not matter. One would take a finger, and one would take an eye. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that gnawed at his gut. The voice was unlike anything he'd ever heard before. Too coarse for an elf, yet too deep for a human. _'An Orc, perhaps?' _ They hated horses.

“Turn and face me."

He did as he was told, turning slowly and staring up at his captor. His jaw dropped in horror and he immediately averted his gaze to its hooves.

It was a Centaur.

_ _ He'd only gotten a brief glance, but it had been more than enough. Deep, chocolate-brown fur that turned to skin at the abdomen. A powerful, muscular chest besot with equally strong bices, and a thick tangle of sweeping black hair that fell around an handsome, bronzed, humanoid face. Two oval-shaped golden eyes stared back at him, delving into the deepest recesses of his soul. Warm and piercing. Beautiful, almost.

Worst of all was the massive bow it carried, jet-black from some wood he'd never seen before, easily the length of his body and then some, arrow notched and pointed directly at his face. He knew at this range it would rip his head clean from his shoulders. Centaurs were rumored to live in the deep-woods, but nobody had seen one in fifty years. They were thought to be extinct, and yet here one was standing in front of him in all its glory.

He'd been scared at first, but now he was terrified. He had no idea what Centaurs did to poachers, but it couldn't be good.

“What's your name, human." It spoke in a deep, masculine voice.

“R –R–Raymond." he croaked.

“Look at me when I speak to you."

He forced himself to look upon the Cantaur's rugged features, his eyes flitting nervously back-and-forth.

“Raymond." The Centaur enunciated, as if pronouncing a new word. “What are you doing this far in the woods Ray-mond?"

“H-hunting. I was hunting!" he admitted. He knew the chances of the beast sparing him were slim, but there was no point lying when he'd been caught in the act. He was used to taking chances, and this was his most dangerous gambit yet.

“Hunting." The centaur stated.

“Y-yes."

The beast's eyes narrowed, its bow-arm tightening. “These are our lands. Not yours."

“I'm … I'm sorry. I didn't know."

“Of course you didn't. You humans aren't recognized for your intellect. You've broken the Laws of the Forest, human, do you know what such a crime entails?"

Raymond swallowed nervously. Shaking his head a tiny amount.

“It means death." The centaur growled darkly, pulling the bow back.

Raymond raised his hands protectively and collapsed to his knees, squeezing his eyes and trembling with terror. “Wait! Don't shoot!" he pleaded. The centaur snorted dismissively, starting at him with something akin to disgust. “It was a mistake!" He begged. “I'll leave in peace, just please … please don't kill me!"

“It was." The centaur retorted coldly. “Every branch you snapped underfoot, every leaf you crushed, you humans bring nothing but destruction wherever you tread, your death will be swift, the Forest calls for it."

“I'm a simple hunter! I meant no wrong, you must believe me!"

The centaur flared out its nostrils with disdain. “You'd have taken a life from the Forest, human, now you must give one back."

“I'll do anything." he whimpered. “Just please … please don't kill me." He slumped forwards and looked at the ground with hopeless resignation, staring at his shattered bow near the centaur's hooves. There was nothing more he could do. He'd exhausted all his options.

The centaur pawed at the ground, as if contemplating something. Raymond felt an unpleasant feeling twist inside his gut. After an excruciating amount of time, he looked up submissively, wondering why the mythical creature hadn't finished him off yet. The centaur was staring down at him with a curious look, then lowered its bow and slug it across a broad shoulder, a roguish smirk twisting on corners of its mouth.

“I'll spare your life human, on one condition."

Raymond couldn't believe his ears. “You … you will?"

“Yes, but only if you do exactly as I command. Refuse, and I won't hesitate to kill you."

Raymond nodded quickly. “Y-yes, of course. Thank you."

The centaur smiled. “Don't thank me yet human, we are just getting started. Now take off your clothes."

He nearly chocked. “W-what?"

The centaur's eyes flashed dangerously. “You heard me. Remove your clothes, human, unless you'd rather die."

“B-b-but, why?" he stammered.

The centaur smiled. “Take of your clothes. I will not ask you again."

Raymond shivered, he was being outplayed, and there was nothing he could do about it. The centaur's mere presence exuded an air of complete dominance. He blushed and started removing his rough, wool-spun tunic at-once, pulling it over his shoulders and throwing it on the ground. The wind was crisp and cool against his pale skin, the wind whispering through the towering pine trees all around him.

The centaur growled, moving closer and staring down at him imperiously, the sunlight filtering magnificently around his massive body. “All your clothes."

Raymond grit his teeth and stood up, slipping out of his cotton trousers, and kicking his leather boots off until all he was completely naked. The centaur stared at his unremarkable physique, his gaze drifting downwards before he snorted at the sight of his soft maleness, unimpressed.

“With such a tiny cock, it's a wonder your species is so numerous. Are all you humans this small?"

Raymond blushed furiously, his hands moving to cover his flaccid length. “W-what, d-do you w-want from me?" he asked, his teeth chattering in the cold weather.

The centaur smiled, his liquid gold eyes glinting maliciously. “Simple. I want you to pleasure me."

The words were like a slap to the face, and Raymond's mind was suddenly assaulted with thoughts of the creature's beastly member, thick and flared, drizzling pre-cum all over the ground. Would it resemble that of a man's, a horse's? He tried to speak, but the only sound that came out was an odd little gurgle, his mouth opening and closing stupidly a couple times.

The centaur paced around him. “Try and run and I will kill you, try and fight, and I will kill you. Satisfy my needs, and I shall consider letting you free Raymond, do we have an understanding?"

The centaur's back was turned for a moment, and Raymond risked a glance at the creature's backside. It was that of a horse, thick and muscular, with a long black tail swinging leisurely back-and-forth. That wasn't all that caught his eye however. What drew his attention was the centaur's massive testicles. Those two dark, heavy, fat orbs, the left one hanging much lower than the right, and the faint trail of brown fur that ran right down the middle of the taught sack. They were the biggest balls he'd ever seen in his life, comparable to those of the most virile of stallions, and completely befitting on a creature of his impressive stature.

The centaur turned to face him, and he couldn't avert his gaze fast enough. The beast chuckled. “Impressed? You've never seen a centaur before, have you?"

He blushed furiously and shook his head, feeling his cock twitch with arousal. 'Oh no.' he thought. 'Oh please no-no-no.'

_ _ The centaur smiled, glancing down at his hardening shaft. “You see? Already your body betrays you. Don't worry Raymond, you'll be quite familiar with mine once I'm done with you. Come here."

He walked forward numbly, staring at the beast hooves until he was no more than a few feet away from the creature. He could smell the beast's heavy musk, a smokey mixture of sweat, the surrounding woodlands, and something distinctly feral. He wrinkled his brow, it was strong, but not entirely unpleasant. The centaur reached down and grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look up into its eyes. He flinched back as the beast ran a thumb over his lips, his breath coming in short, terrified pants.

“Hmm, delightfully soft." the beast rumbled. “Your kind likes talking, don't you? Well, now you shall put your mouth to something more useful. On your knees human."

Raymond couldn't believe he about to pleasure a male centaur, but he was utterly powerless to resist. The horse-man was far too intimidating, and he could do naught but obey his every command in hopes of living to tell the tale … or not. The centaur's hand travelled towards his shoulder and pushed him firmly to his knees. He collapsed, the beast's underside coming into full-view. He whimpered at the sight that greeted him here.

The centaur's genitalia – just like the lower half its body, resembled that of wild mustang. Raymond stared at the dark, sweat-slicked sheathe dangling right between the beast's muscular thighs, the tip of its flared, horse-like member already peeking out, and dribbling a thin stream of pre-cum that flowed down the fat, musky tube of flesh. The scent was stronger down here, thick and powerful, wafting off the beast's soaking cock and making him wrinkle his brow at its intensity. The horse-man chuckled above him.

“Take a good look Raymond. Breathe it in. You're going to be my little mare for the next while." he growled possessively. “And if you're lucky, you may even get a taste of the last female I bred."

“You … you can't be serious." Ray croaked. His cock pulsed to life as he inhaled the horse-man's spicy musk. As much as he hated to admit it, something about the centaur's overly-confident demeanour was causing him to become very aroused. The sight of its massive cock dangling freely between its legs was perversely attractive, and he found himself craning towards it, licking his lips with anticipation.

“That's it." the centaur purred encouragingly. “Obey your instincts Raymond. Run your hands down my flank, lick my filthy cock."

Raymond's head was a swirl of confused thoughts. He could barely think straight with the way the beast was speaking to him – and suddenly – the idea of submitting himself to its carnal lusts wasn't such a bad idea. He reached up and roved his fingers through the centaur's lush belly fur, following the thick, golden treasure trail towards the floppy sheathe hanging right above his head. The creature rumbled with pleasure, it's heavy balls swaying back and forth. Raymond cupped his hands around them, feeling their hefty weight, and the immense heat radiate through his palms. The centaur chuckled at his exploratory kneads, stomping his hooves on the ground.

“Coax my shaft from its sheathe, human. I want you to clean it with your tongue."

Raymond's hands travelled up the beast's scrotum to its sheathe, feeling the soft, wrinkled flesh fold beneath his fingertips. There was something big and swollen hidden inside it – the centaur's manhood - and he swallowed with apprehension. It was massive. He brought his face close to the centaur's cock, trying to decide which angle was the best to approach it from. He settled for the direct epicenter, the beast's, dark, glistening slit. A thin trail of slime bubbled out the tip, oozing to the ground. He closed his eyes and wrinkled his brow. 'Well, here goes nothing.'

_ _ He pushed his fingers inside the loose fold of skin, into warm, greasy depths of the centaur's protective flesh. He felt the creature's maleness, soft, yet rapidly engorging with blood, swelling quickly beneath his fingertips. The regal male chuckled above him, standing overtop his body proudly.

“That's it Raymond, nice and slow. I want to enjoy this."

He blushed, squeezing the beast's sweat-soaked cock, and trying to pull it from its taught sheathe. The tip was like that of a horse's, thick and flared, with a dark, fleshy urethra situated directly in the middle of it. He coaxed the centaur's cock from its tube with carefully timed squeezes and tugs, recoiling back when it finally spilled from its hiding spot with a small gush of slimy lubricants, dangling limp in-front of his face.

He couldn't believe the size of it! Even half-hard it was already twice the size of his own meagre erection, and considerably more bestial in appearance. He stared in awe at the centaur's massive horse-cock, marvelling at its slick, faintly-mottled surface, and the thick, fleshy medial ring located half-way down. The whole thing reeked of sex, musk, and sweat, forcing Raymond to wrinkle his brow at the sheer intensity of the creature's overpowering masculine scent.

“Like what you see, human? Well, what are you waiting for? It's not going to suck itself."

“You … you can't expect me to go through with this!" He whimpered.

The centaur's hoofs stomped impatiently on the ground, but all Raymond's eyes were fixated on were the centaur's heavy balls swaying ominously back-and-forth. “I am. Now be silent, the only thing your mouth should be doing is wrapping itself around my cock, and I hope for your sake you are more experienced than you are letting on, else it will be the last thing you ever see." he chuckled darkly.

Raymond decided to keep his mouth shut after that, because there was no point in arguing anymore. He knew the centaur wasn't joking around, and any sign of disrespect would probably get him killed. He reached up and fondled the creature's slippery shaft, feeling the numerous veins running along its length pulse with blood, twitching and growing more and more firm with each passing second. He rubbed the centaur's shaft with both hands, up-and-down, from the base of his soaking sheathe, all the way up to the warm, throbbing tip, listening to the centaur's low growls of approval. A thick bead of pre-cum oozed out the creature's puckered urethra, dribbling down the exotically flared tip, and sliding down his hands. Raymond grit his teeth with disgust, feeling the viscous substance smear all over his palms. He knew he had to go through with this. He had no choice in the matter.

He firmly gripped the centaur's shaft with both hands, still in awe at its size and thickness. His thumb and fore-finger encircled the heavy pole of flesh, barely touching, and he could feel the blood pumping through the centaur's burgeoning maleness. He had to admit it had a rather pleasing texture. Soft and spongy, and covered in a thin layer of glistening fluids. The centaur huffed above him as he started slowly jerking him off, squeezing his puffy sheathe, and listening to the lewd squelching noises it made as he pleasured his bestial master. His other hand ran the gauntlet from the horse-man's big, hanging orbs, all the way up to the magnificently flared tip, paying careful attention to rub and milk the flared tip for all it's worth. He could tell he was having some success when all he could hear was the centaur's deep, rumbling breaths, its massive cock gradually growing harder and harder before his very eyes.

“Hmmm, your hands are surprisingly tactile human. But you're not trying hard enough. No more fooling around. Use your mouth."

He stopped masturbating the horse-man at once. “M-my mouth?"

The centaur chuckled. “Yes human. Did you think it would be so easy? We came to an agreement, did we not?"

“Y-yes, It's just … you're … you're so big!"

He chuckled again. “More for you to play with. Now, enough talking. Mouth. Now."

Raymond swallowed nervously and wrapped his hands around the centaur's erect cock, the massive pole of glistening flesh slapping potently against the horse-man's rounded belly. Raymond stared cross-eyed at the beast's dark urethera bearing down on him, a thin bead of silvery pre squeezing out the tip, and dripping lazily to the ground. He closed his eyes and craned forward, recoiling back at the heady scent of musk and sex. He persevered, opening his mouth, sticking his tongue out, and planting a deep, wet kiss directly on the head of the male's animalistic cock.

He moaned. The taste was ungodly. Rich, pungent and masculine, a thick spurt of creamy pre-cum shooting out, and oozing all over his lips. He almost retched at the unfamiliar taste of the centaur's feral musk, but held it back just barely, supporting the creature's heavy shaft with both hands, and twisting back-and-forth. He made out sloppily with the beast's flared cock-tip, more-and-more juices spilling into his puckered mouth, and rapidly filling it up.

It was too much, he pulled back and gasped for breath, fluids gushing out of his open mouth and splashing all down his front. He heard the centaur laugh above him, a deep, booming sound, and blushed furiously, his cock painfully erect.

“Enjoy the taste human? You better get used to it."

He grabbed the beast's cock again and mashed his face directly underneath its fat, sweaty sheathe, inhaling a deep lungful of the stallion's heady musk until his eyes fluttered and rolled up. He had to get used to it, and this was the only way he knew how. His head spun, the fog of arousal clouding his judgement and making him want to continue. The centaur grunted with surprise.

“Eager I see. Good. You're learning."

Raymond closed his eyes and obediently slobbered all over the centaur's steamy shaft, licking the underside of it all the way up to the swollen tip. The centaur's flesh tasted bitter and strong, like that of a horse's, and it wasn't entirely unpleasant. He soon found himself eagery lapping at the horse-man's bulging penis, running his tongue up-and-down along the underside of the creature's slick, stiffening cock.

The centaur chuckled above him. “With the way your going, I'd almost thought you'd done this before."

Raymond pulled back, intermittently squeezing the base of the centaur's cock to keep it nice and hard. He'd never done anything of the sort, but he had to admit, it certainly was a preferable alternative to being killed. He only hoped his bestial captor held up his side of the bargain

“What's your … what's your name?" He asked timidly. It was hard to formulate coherent sentences when all he could see and smell was a massive, throbbing horse-phallus dangling in front of his face, but the centaur answered anyways:

“My name is Ankaron, human, of clan Ordak, but you will simply call me 'Master' from this point on."

Raymond paused, his brow furrowing in confusion. “M-master?"

The centaur smiled. “Yes, see? That wasn't so hard now was it? His smile vanished and Raymond spotted the beast's tail give an annoyed swish. “Now quit wasting my time, colt, serve your elder. I will be most displeased if you fail to satisfy my needs. You don't want to me me angry, do you?

Raymond swallowed nervously. “No Master, I do not." His other hand circled around the thick, turgid shaft. Master. He didn't like the sound of that. Why in the world did the centaur want him to start calling it master? He began stroking the beast off, his muscles burning with strain. Perhaps the creature was simply fulfilling some sort dark, twisted fantasy. He quickly pushed the thought to the back of his head, and concentrated on pleasuring his captor. It was best not to think about such things.

He opened his mouth and engulfed the centaur's flare inside his warm, wet maw, his eyes watering at the overpowering stench of male that suddenly filled his senses. He forced himself to run his tongue across the cock-tip's smooth surface, suppressing the urge to gag just barely. It was soft and fleshy, hot too. A thick bead of pre-cum spurted out the tip and oozed across his tongue, filling his mouth with the beast's smoky flavor. Using all his willpower, Raymond forced himself to ingest the salty fluid, urking softly as he swallowed the creamy, fertile juice. Ankaron groaned above him, his back-hoofs pawing at the ground in pleasure.

“If your fortunate, you may even taste the juices of the last mare I bred." He chuckled darkly. “Then again … probably not."

Raymond didn't even get the faintest whiff. The centaur's throbbing cock tasted anything but feminine. This was a fully-grown male stallion he was sucking off, and all he could taste was dark, rich scent of sweat, cum, and pure musk. His head spun, his throat closing reflexively as he took on more-and-more of the centaur's towering spire of flesh. It stood hard and firm all on its own now, banging against the centaur's belly-fur each time the great beast shifted its great weight, but more often-than-not simply slapping heavily against his face each time he pulled back.

He spat out the centaur's warm emissions, a thin trail of slime drizzling off his lower-lip. He wiped his mouth clear, the centaur's cock twitching and staring down at him, pre-cum bubbling ominously out of it's pulsing urethera. He cupped his hands around the head and leaned forward, pursing his lips and planting a deep, lusty kiss directly on the middle of it, sticking his tongue out and running it around the beast's fleshy urethera. His eyes fluttered, revelling at the ungodly taste. Thick spurts of pre-cum squirted inside his mouth each time he suckled on the centaur's wide flare, and he swallowed as much of the bitter juice as physically possible. The beast-man growled at this, quiet for once, enjoying the sensations of a tiny human noisily attending to his impressive man-hood.

Raymond was getting more into it now, the centaur's oppresive musk clouding his thoughts and spurring him to masturbate the well-hung beast with increasing vigour. Part of him wanted to see just how much the virile male could pump out of those two, twin, heavy orbs. Part of him wanted to watch them draw upwards, and watch the beast unload its pent-up seed all over his naked body. He trembled, his erection throbbing angrily below. He couldn't believe how aroused he was! Part of him was enjoying this. The realization disgusted him – and yet – he didn't want to stop. He couldn't stop.

_ _ His mouth was full of pre-cum. He puled back and coughed, a fat glob running down his chin and neck. Raymond slumped forwards, his face beet-red with arousal and humiliation. He looked back and up and took the centaur's length inside his mouth once more, choking and gagging as the beast thrust forward the tiniest amount, and jabbed its flare deep inside his mouth. He choked and gasped on it, slobbering over the beast's shaft until it was covered in a stifling layer of mixed bodily juices, that dangled off it in thick, slimy ropes. He yanked the cock out of his mouth with a wet pop, letting it slap across his forehead as he buried his face in the centaur's sweaty crotch a moment later, inhaling deep lungfuls of his salty musk. He couldn't get enough, it was addicting, his vision tunneling as he nuzzled the beast's smooth, fat testicles, and took them inside his mouth too. They barely fit, filling his oral cavity and boiling with heat. The beast seemed to like this, giving a small twitch and rumbling with approval. He licked the creature's hefty balls in deep, loving strokes, giving them the same attention he showed its cock. The taste was rich here, dark and intoxicating, and his free hand other hand rubbed his needy cock. He whimpered, a thin spurt pulsing out before the centaur intentionally knocked him over with a clap from its muscular thigh.

“No, you do not touch yourself. You belong to me now, slave."

“Yes … yes Master."

_ _ The centaur smiled, it's glowing eyes flashing with delight. “Yes. Master. That's it. You are learning. I want to cum hard and fast. Anything less and I shall be very displeased. You don't want to see me displeased now, do you slave?"

He panted for breath. “No … no Master."

“Good. You may continue then."

He grimaced. The centaur's veiny cock slapped impatiently against the top of his head, smearing juices everywhere. He grabbed it, looking up, and engulfing it inside his mouth after a few seconds of mental preparation. He fingers squeezed and tugged at the massive pole of flesh, choking on what little he could fit within the tight confines of his cheeks. The centaur snorted, rolling its hips and thrusting gently, its heavy nuts swaying and slapping on his chin each time he rocked forward. Raymond's eyes watered profusely as he was forced to suck the centaur's shaft, pre-cum gushing out the corners of his mouth as the flared tip rubbed all over lips until he reeked of the centaur's masculinity. He could feel the horse-man's arousal building. He had incredible stamina, but Raymond knew he couldn't last forever. He was getting close.

He choked on the centaur's cock for another few minutes, savoring the beast's salty emissions as they spilled across his tongue, and he swallowed as much as he could, spitting the rest out quietly so he wouldn't displease his centaur master. The male grunted, rolling his hips and shoving half his mighty shaft down the poor human's mouth in a single, violent thrust, the flared tip lodging in the back of his throat. Raymond's eyes widened, gagging as he masturbated the powerful male as fast and hard as he possibly could. His vision tunneled painfully, the beast's feral grunts and groans filling his ears as the shaft buried in his maw swelled tremendously with blood, the flare rubbing against the back of his tracheal muscles. His eyes rolled up. He could feel the thick veins bulge up along the surface of the creature's cock, pumping blood throughout the massive organ as the centaur peaked at last.

The cock inside his mouth suddenly went unbearably tense, the creature letting out a terrifying horse-like whiny as its massive balls drew tight against its sheathe, and a veritable flood of goopy semen splashed inside his mouth. He swallowed, a whimper escaping his mouth as it rolled down his throat in a warm, greasy wave, globs of off-white semen bubbling out between the seal of his lips, and pouring down his chest. The stench. Oh gods the stench. It was like everything he'd ever tasted and more. Rich, creamy, and incredibly raunchy. He retched, pulling off the throbbing penis and receiving a fresh rope right in the face, his eye stinging with pain as he flinched back, and was quite literally bathed in gallons of the centaur's steamy ejaculate. The centaur growled, dropping his weight and thrusting his impotently against his face, Raymond timidly gripping the beast's pulsing cock, and watching as the dark urethera fluttered and unleashed thick squirts of jizz all over his naked body. It never seemed to end, each pulse delivering more and more of the beast's fertile essence, until he thought he'd surely die from humiliation. Eager to spur things on, he engulfed the centaur's flare and suckled on it as lustfully as he could, ingesting the beast's seed until he felt positively bloated with the creature's rich, virile sperm.

Eventually the pulses tapered off, until what little remained trickled out of the centuar's exhausted member in a thick, continuous stream. The centar's balls dropped, noticeably lighter, and he massaged them for what it was worth, trying to put on a bit of an act in the final moment's of the beasts pleasure. The centaur snorted and yanked back, his softening cock popping free from Raymond's mouth with a gush of fluids and slapping against the inside of a muscular thigh, their bodies still tied together by fat strings of cum that snapped messily across the human's chest. Raymond struggled to catch his breath, regurgitating glops of the beast's essence and staring at the matted grass beneath him. He was drenched in cum. Completely and utterly.

He looked up timidly, rubbing the beast's sweaty flanks and trying to ignore his throbbing erection that begged for release. “Did I … Did I serve you well m-m-master?"

The centaur chuckled. “You performed adequately slave. Now, clean it up."

Raymond did a double-take. “C-clean it up?"

The centaur raised a hind-leg, letting his sloppy cock soaked in fluids hang out proudly. “You heard correctly slave. Do as I command."

Raymond swallowed nervously, his throat still singing with pain from being abused by the monster's inflexible girth. Deciding there was no way out of it, he stood up on his knees and buried his face in the centaur's sweaty sheathe, digging his tongue into the loose folds of flesh, and licking the salty mixture of cum, and mixed bodily fluids that accumulated there from their furious bout of oral sex. The smell was mind-numbingly strong, dark, and animalistic. His hands rubbed the cum from the beast's soft phallus, pulling it down towards the flared head and letting his mouth do the rest. He concluded that he would never adapt to the beast's scent, because it took all his will-power to keep from retching … and yet … he couldn't stop.

Ankaron sighed, stomping his hooves with pleasure as Raymond danced around his floppy cock, the human's delicate fingers getting deep into the dark, slimy depths of his musky sheathe, and sucking out the juices therein. He'd never felt anything similar in his life, and couldn't deny the human was rather talented … He wanted more, and he knew the little man had no choice but to obey. A dark smile crossed his handsome features. The human was foolish, close-minded, but he would make him see everything his mighty race had to offer …

Raymond worked his way up the beast's cock, gulping down huge mouthfuls of spent jizz, his belly glowing with an oozing heat. He kissed the centaur's balls, first at the base, then the middle, and finally the creature's musky taint. His eyes fluttered as he inhaled the horse-man's heady musk, it was completely intoxicating, and he eagerly lapped at the smooth, pliant flesh. He rubbed the horse man's cock, feeling it throb faintly in his grip, the powerful male still not yet satisfied. He knew the beast would use him again, but he didn't care. He was more aroused then he'd ever been in his entire life. He wrapped his lips around the beast-man's flare and drove his tongue around the rim of his urethera, milking out the last few drops of semen. He swirled the sticky juice around in his mouth, revelling at the exotic taste. His kisses travelled higher and higher up the centaur's shaft, eager to please his horse-like master. Ankaron grunted with surprise at the human's obedient touch, flicking his tail aside as Raymond roved higher still. He couldn't stop, and he knew if he did Ankraron would never let him go. He had to do everything in his power to please the majestic beast, even if it meant doing the he the unthinkable.

His fingers trailed up Ankaron's muscular thighs, getting to his feet right underneath the centaur's long, black tail. He could see the beast's ample rump from here, muscular and toned, covered in a dense layer of coarse brown fur. The centaur's heavy balls dangled below, licked clean of excess cum. Without much hesitation, he lifted Ankaron's tail out of the way and buried his face right beneath it, inhaling in the horse man's deep, masculine scent. It was particularly intense here, a distinct, earthen scent … dark and forbidding. He needed more. Craning forward, Raymond licked the base of the creatures taint all the way up to the warm patch of tender flesh. Ankaron chuckled softly and looked back at him, their gazes meeting for the briefest moments before Raymond shied away.

“Go ahead Raymond. I won't stop you."

Trembling with excitement, and unable to comprehend his newfound urges, he pressed his lips against the horse-man's soft pucker. His eyes fluttered at the taste. It was richer and more sour than anything he'd ever known, an exotic mixture of sweat, musk and mind-numbing pheromones, completely inebriating in its strength and potency. Moaning with delight, he pushed his tongue deep inside the soft, supple ring, tasting the centaur's insides first-hand, and practically fainting at the body-wracking shiver that overtook him.

His knees shook, his cock throbbed, but he couldn't get enough. Raymond noisily made-out with the centaur's asshole, his face squeezed between the beast's ample rump as he eagerly lapped at the deliciously smooth flesh tucked further in. His mind swirled with lust, his hands roving through the beast's fur and spreading that taught hole even wider, tilting his head as he huffed and moaned against the creature's hot, flexing anus. It was perfectly malleable, bending inwards with each probing thrust, slick and wet. His tongue sunk further in until his face was mashed right against the creature's ass cheeks, blushing furiously with humiliation.

Ankaron groaned, relaxing his sphincter with a pleased sigh, and letting the tiny human beneath his legs stick his tongue deep inside his bowels. He couldn't believe how swiftly his newest conquest had submitted to his will, but he could hardly complain. Besides, he smiled, the others we're far better off now than they ever were. He reached all the way back and grabbed the human's unruly mop of curly black hair, pressing his face right against his asshole, smiling deviously as Raymond whimpered with need and hungrily pushed his tongue further inside his rump, whinnying with pleasure as the human ran his tongue around the sweaty rim of his tailhole, and attended to his master like a proper, dutiful slave should. Soon he too would meet his fate, and the centaur smiled. Poor, poor Raymond. He'd made a terrible mistake venturing this deep into his woods, and now he would pay the ultimate price for his foolish transgressions.

Raymond was in another world, his eyes rolling up as he licked the creature's sensitive hole without a care on earth. His thumbs stretched the fat, circular pucker wide apart, allowing him better access to the centaur's amazingly smooth insides. The scents and tastes here were like anything he'd ever known, and he opened his mouth and eagerly devoured the beast's asshole, his cock pulsing pitifully between his legs. Ankaron yanked his head back, Raymond gasping for breath and nearly stumbling over backwards as the centaur forced him to look him in the eye, a thin string of saliva still attaching him to the beast's dark hole.

“Enjoying yourself human? Keep it up, and I may decide to keep you forever." he chuckled ominously, before pushing him back against his fuzzy taint.

Raymond moaned, pursing his lips and planting them right against the beast's soaking anus. The creature's sloppy hole resisted for only the briefest of moments before quivering open, and he gave it a deep, messy kiss, pushing in until he absolutely reeked of the beast's powerful musk. He couldn't stop, he was addicted, and he let his actions speak for him, forcing his tongue deeper than ever and probing some hidden spot deep inside his bestial master's wonderful body. Ankaron growled with delight, stomping his hooves as he lifted his tail, holding Raymond's face until the human's eyes rolled up in surrender, his inebriations collapsing as he eagerly surrendered himself to his basest instincts. He licked and kissed the beast's ass for ages, until he thought he'd never stop. It was intensely hot, hotter than anything in the world, and he knew he'd remember the experience for the rest of his life. He belonged to the centaur now. He was nothing more than a slave after all.

He broke the sloppy embrace with a lewd sucking noise, the centaur's smooth hole quivering open and soaked in saliva. Raymond gasped for fresh air, catching his breath before closing his eyes and licking his master's hole once again. His hands rubbed the creature's heavy ballsack, rolling the smooth orbs through his fingers as he felt his bestial captor grow more and more aroused with each passing second. An intense feeling of joy coursed through him, some part of him immensely grateful in the fact his master was enjoying his delicate ministrations. He felt the beast's emerging phallus, reaching in and plucking it from its warm sheathe. He practically collapsed, feeling the beast's length spill into his grasp, pulsing, throbbing, and swelling with blood. The beast's tailhole clenched shut around his tongue, Ankaron growling with pleasure as Raymond licked his rump and touched his slimy member. He felt the creature's inner-muscles quiver around his intruding organ, silky smooth and pleasantly firm, yet yielding to every inquisitive probe he gave. Without much warning, Ankaron grabbed his head and yanked him back, Raymond shouting with surprise and tumbling to the ground.

“W-what d-did I d-do wrong?" He gasped in fear, cowering pitifully on the grass.

Ankaron turned to face him, standing proud and tall, his muscular physique well defined in the fading light of the clearing. He gave an agitated whiny, tossing his shoulder-length black hair over his shoulders and rearing up on his hind legs. His cock slapped against his body, rock-hard and dribbling a continuous stream of silvery pre-cum. The beast landed with a dull thump, his handsome gold eyes sparkling devilishly.

“It's not what you did wrong human." he chuckled softly. “It's what you did right. Never once in all my life have I ever seen anyone so eager to lick my tailhole. I daresay you were born to do it."

“So you're … you're not mad?" he stammered.

The beast-man smiled, exposing his sharp, white teeth. “Mad? On the contrary little human. I am very pleased with your subservience. Very pleased indeed."

“So you'll … you'll let me go?" he asked timidly, afraid of the answer. He'd done everything in his capacity to please the creature, and it seemed unfair his request be refused now …

Ankaron's fiendish grin widened. He shook his head. “No, not yet. Not after you've just shown me what you are truly capable of. There's one more thing I want from you Raymond, and you're not going to like what it is. On your feet. Now."

Raymond's shoulders drooped. “B-but! You said you'd let me go! You gave me your word!"

The horse-man scowled, his golden eyes flashing dangerously. “I gave you no such thing." he spat. “Now stand up, before I re-consider our agreement."

Raymond didn't need to be told twice and stood up as fast as he could, his body covered in a filthy layer of the centaur's scalding cum. He wiped it off and rubbed his tongue, trying to get the beast's taste out of his mouth. It didn't work, and if anything, only served to reinforce it.

“What would you have me do m-master?" he asked, trying to keep the resentment out of his voice. The centaur cocked his head and gave him giving him a cold, calculating look, trying to decide whether he was being deceitful. Raymond averted his gaze and stared at the ground. The beast was smart, he had to give him that, and he knew he'd have to do whatever his sadistic captor demanded. He shivered with uncertainty. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

Ankaron pointed over his shoulder. “See that fallen log behind you? Go to it."

Raymond turned around, spotting the mossy, rotting thing a dozen yards away. It was thick and sturdy, and easily one the bigger trees in the forest. He knew it must have only fallen a few weeks ago, it's mottled surface still relatively unscathed of detritus. He cast a suspicious glance at the centaur behind him as he walked towards it, his hands balled into fists. Perhaps he was walking to his death he wondered, or perhaps not. There was nothing he could do now but pray. He could hear Ankaron behind him, his hooves thumping softly on the ground as he was escorted to the fallen log. They stopped in-front of it, Ankaron reaching down and placing a massive palm upon the tree's rough, ebony bark.

“Do you know what this is, slave?" the centaur asked quietly.

Raymond swallowed uncomfortably. “Uh … a tree?"

The beast chuckled at his stupid reply. “Yes, you are correct. It's is a tree. But It's also where I am going to take you like a mare in heat. Where you shall fulfill your end of the bargain, and take my length inside you until your belly is bloated with my seed, and I am fully spent. Do you understand this little human?"

It took a few seconds for the beast's words to sink, and by the time they did, it was too late. He turned to run, but the centaur grabbed him by the throat, and lifted him off his feet. Raymond's hands clasped at the beast's thick fingers as he was hoisted effortlessly into the air and thrown overtop the massive log. He landed on it with a soft crunch, the bark scraping his skin as he gasped desperately for breath, his adam's apple singing with pain.

“You … you bastard." he wheezed.

Ankaron chuckled, stepping towards him and looming maliciously over his prostate body. Raymond kicked out with his feet but the beast merely grabbed his ankles and pried his legs apart, roughly exposing his naked bum to the cool, forest air. He struggled with all his might but only succeeded in exhausting himself. The beast had him, and he couldn't escape.

“Don't try to fight it slave." Ankraron purred. “The sooner you come to accept your fate, the easier it will be for both of us. I must warn you though, I will not be gentle. I'm going to mount you like a female of my own kind, and there is nothing you can do to stop me."

“We … we had a deal!" he gasped. “You promised not to kill me! If you do this you'll … you'll rip me apart!"

The centaur smirked. “Perhaps. It is not my intention to hurt you, but if you do not survive the encounter, it is because you are weak and unworthy, and I cannot be held accountable for your failures Raymond." He spat into the palm of his hand and mixed it around. “Do not despair however, for I am not without mercy. Even I do not expect you to be able to take my length all at once. Here." he growled. “Allow me to loosen you up." And with that, the centaur's hands roved down his hamstrings, and spread his ass cheeks wide open, the beast jamming a fat thumb deep inside Raymond's tight, virgin asshole.

The small human gasped with pain, feeling the beast push its slick digit deep inside his rectum, and penetrate his unwilling body. Raymond instinctively clenched down hard around the invasive thumb, contracting his bowels and struggling anew, but there was no point, and he could only lie there as he was roughly sodomized by the powerful creature.

The humiliating act continued for quite some time, Ankaron thrusting his thumb in and out of the human's inexperienced body, and obviously revelling in the feeling of power and dominance he held over him. Raymond's face burned with a mixture of anger, fear, and humiliation. He hated how powerless he was to resist. He hated everything about the centaur – but at the same time – deep-down inside his gut, a sick, twisted part of him actually anticipated the brutal mating he was about to endure. He knew that if the centaur truly wanted to kill him, he would have done so already. This was nothing but a display of his absolute power, and Raymond knew he was in for quite a ride.

Eventually the rough fingering started to become strangely pleasurable, and Raymond squirmed as the best plumbed the depths of his body, spreading his cheeks apart and saddling up closer to get more comfortable. Ankaron stared down at him possessively, a smug grin plastered across his handsome face, and his biceps tensing as he thrust his fingers in-and-out of Raymond's hot, stretchy hole. Raymond furrowed his brow and moaned, trying not to look like he was enjoying himself. He didn't succeed, and before he could get to used to it, Ankaron pulled his thumb from his anus and gave his rump a hard slap, leaving a red mark welling up on his bare skin.

“I knew there was a needy little man-slut hidden deep inside there somewhere. Alright slave, are you ready to be mounted and bred like a common mare?"

“Do your worst." he spat.

Ankaron's evil grin widened. “As you wish." he purred. The horse-man reared back on his hind legs and fell forward, draping his massive body over-top of the human's smaller one, and pinning him against the wide log. Raymond gasped for breath. Gods above he was heavy! Each breath he took was thick and tainted with the beast's powerful musk. A distinct mixture of sweat, cum, and erotic pheromones all mixing together. He felt something hot and wet slap across his belly – the centaur's flaccid cock – its massive girth swelling rapidly with blood from being pinned between their warm bodies. All too soon it was rock-hard and spurting pre-cum all over his chest, and with a powerful thrust, the centaur rocked forward, grinding his cock against the human's abdomen. Raymond stared down at the flared tip inches away from his face, recoiling back as juices bubbled from the dark urethra and drizzled down one of his nipples. The stench was unbearably strong, and the realization that such a massive organ would soon be forcing its way inside his rectum made him shiver with more than a little apprehension.

“I take it back!" he wheezed. “Please … I beg you … please be gentle!"

The centaur chuckled darkly, tottering back and forth as he lined himself up with the human's exposed hindquarters. “It's too late for that slave." he growled. “You should have held your tongue when I gave you the chance. Now I am going to enjoy breaking you in."

Raymond was about to protest when the centaur rocked forward, his blunt cock-tip slipping between his ass-cheeks and prodding his tight rump. He clenched on instinct, gritting his teeth as he felt the centaur's manhood smear hot pre-cum all over his pucker, and lubricate him quite thoroughly. There was no way such a large member was ever going to fit inside him! He squirmed with all his might, but all he got for his efforts was a disparaging snort, and a cruel back-handed slap from his abrasive centaur master.

“Ease up, I will not ask you again."

Raymond ceased, his cheek stinging with pain and his eyes tearing up. He felt one of the centaur's meaty hands wrap around his throat and pin him against the log, their gazes locking for a split-second – his filled with fear, and the centaur's blazing with a wild, hungry fervor. He took a deep breath and tried to relax, lifting his legs up and clasping the centaur's coarse flank-fur.

“Thaaat's it." Ankaron purred softly. “Relax slave, look me in the eyes as I take away your virginity, and turn you into nothing more than a filthy little vessel for my seed. Here it comes now …"

And before Raymond could even draw a breath, the centaur grunted and jerked forward, thrusting himself inside his unprepared body.

Pain. That was all he felt at first. Hot, stinging, jolts of unbearable pain. Raymond screwed his eyes shut and cried out as the centaur's wide flare spread his asshole open, and popped ungracefully inside his rectum. His toes curled up, his nails dug into the centaur's hide, but all he felt was the beast's member slide its way in, his anal muscles yielding to the invasive member forcing its way through his virgin walls. The heat was practically unbearable, hot, thick, and pulsing, each bulging vein rubbing against his quivering flesh as he was mounted like a common bitch in heat. Ankaron rolled against him, the beast grunting and snarling as its cock squeezed its way inside his asshole one agonizing inch at a time. Stars exploded in Raymond's mind. He was on the verge of passing out, when a voice whispered in his ear.

“Look at me."

He flinched back in surprise, meeting Ankaron's piercing gold stare directly in-front of him. The beast pulled him against his chest and kissed him right on the lips._ _ Rough, and wet, and deliciously hot. Raymond's eyes fluttered and he let loose a small moan of surrender, feeling the centaur's long, slimy tongue squirm inside his mouth and explore his oral cavity with little care or consideration for his own well-being. He was being used against his will, and yet – he didn't care. The sloppy embrace distracted him from the pain, the beast opening its mouth and encapsulating his own, their faces twisting furiously against one another. Ankaron broke off a second later, throwing him back down and wiping his mouth carelessly.

“You like that slave?" he chided. “You like being dominated by a big, lusty centaur don't you?"

Raymond whimpered and nodded weakly, his ass burning something fierce as he struggled to relax his sphincter. Gone was his desire to resist his captor, gone was his manhood, gone was everything he once held dear. He truly felt powerless between the beast's legs, and he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

Ankaron rocked forward, his massive cock stretching the poor man's anal walls and sliding further inside. Fluids squelched from around the rim of Raymond's asshole, the pressure so great he thought he might explode. He moaned, his hands running down Ankaron's belly-fur, holding on for dear life as he was claimed by his bestial master. He could feel the creature's mottled cock grinding deep inside his bowels, pushing, prodding, the thick ring of medial flesh bunching up right outside his pucker and seeking entrance. Raymond took a shaky breath and exhaled, feeling his anus relax and the centaur sink in even deeper, the flared tip of the horse-man's cock spurting pre-cum all over his innards. Thankfully, Ankaron didn't force it all in at once, but let him gradually adjust, thrusting gently and guiding his thick spire of pulsing flesh straight inside the human's body.

“Gods, you're tight human." the centaur grunted with strain. “Tighter than any mare, but you won't be after I'm done with you. You'll be loose enough to take my entire herd if I allowed it, but I think I'll keep you as my own personal little breeding slave." he chuckled, grabbing the human's chin and forcing him to look into his golden eyes. “What say you to that?"

Raymond's eyes rolled, his tongue hanging out as the beast-man shoved himself inside his abused asshole in one swift motion. The only response he formulated was a pathetic whimper, his body completely stuffed full of centaur's feral cock. He could feel it bulging out inside his stomach, his rectum filled with a burning, throbbing warmth.

Ankaron smiled. “I'll take that as a yes." he purred, before rolling his hips and pulling his massive cock out of Raymond's ass. The small human cried out, feeling its slick length drag against his inner-walls and pop free, his hole winking shut and dribbling a thick stream of goey pre-cum all over the log below. Ankaron drove forward anew, hardly giving him any time to catch his breath. This time the beast's length was easier to take, spreading his anus and sinking in right to the hilt, his passageway soaked with the beast's copious emissions. He gripped Ankaron's muscular forelegs and held on for dear life, watching in shock as his belly bulged out from the rough penetration. It was so deep. He felt his cock twitch and shoot pre-cum all over his skin, watching it smear into a greasy mess as their bodies grinded together. One of Ankaron's hands circled around his neck and pinned him down again, the centaur jerking his body as he began to thrust in and out of the human's body, the grunts and growls of their copulation echoing through the dense forest all around them.

Raymond couldn't believe what was happening. He was being bred by a fully grown male centaur … and it felt … it felt _incredible. _ At first there had been nothing but sharp, blinding pain, but with each thrust, that pain was gradually replaced by a dull, throbbing pleasure. It felt good being plugged full by such a virile creature, and Ankaron stared down at him as he plunged his cock inside the human's defenseless asshole, stretching him apart as he fucked him with slow, methodical thrusts. Their balls slapped together at the apex of each one, the centaur's massive orbs heavy and swollen with seed. Raymond couldn't even begin to fathom what being being filled by the beast would feel like, but he was certain he'd be walking funny for weeks to come.

“Beg for it, slave!" The centaur growled in his face, his strokes measured a sure, making the human shudder each time their bodies collided. Raymond howled out, begging for his master to fill him up, begged with every fibre of his being to be claimed by the beast's hot seed. Ankaron smiled, his eyes alight with a zealous fire. “I want the entire forest to hear your wails of pleasure human! I want you to scream my name to the heavens!"

A couple thrusts later, and Raymond was doing just that. He wrenched his head back and screamed Ankaron's name to the green canopy above, his cock slapping against his sweat-soaked abdomen as he was ferociously bred by his centaur master on-top of him. He could feel every inch of the beast's member as it fucked him raw, the searing-hot mass of flesh slamming into his ass with all the force a feral horse could muster, and ripping away any shred of dignity he had left. His eyes rolled up as jolts of pleasure coursed down his spine, his penis erupting as the creature's cock mashed repeatedly against his sensitive prostate, and brought him to a spontaneous, crashing orgasm. He shuddered uncontrollably. The body-wracking pulses never seemed to end, thick rivulets of pre-cum squirting around the seal of their bodies as the centaur's cock reduced him to nothing more than a panting, moaning shell of his former self: An empty receptacle awaiting the beast's fertile release.

At this point, Raymond had long given up on any chance of escape. He wrapped his legs as best he could around the creature's waist, and endured each powerful thrust Ankaron made as the horse-man sunk his cock deep into his bowels, and bred him senseless. He was the centaur's fuck-slave now, and there was nothing he could do that would ever change that.

By the time his orgasm tapered off, Raymond's chest was streaked with strings of cum. His balls bounced back-and-forth as the creature increased the ferocity of its thrusts, rutting him like some sort of wild animal. Each push was harder and more forceful than the last, the beast's cock slamming past his anal ring over-and-over again until he knew nothing else. Grunts and brays of pleasure filled Raymond's ears, the monster's cock grinding against his soft, inner-flesh, as he clenched down hard and tried to stay conscious. It hurt so damn much, but mixed in with all the pain was a hot, fiery pleasure that made his bones feel weak, and his mind cloud with thoughts of his belly swelling with the centaur's cum. The beast's pheromones were starting to take their toll on him, bringing him to heights of arousal he never knew existed. He moaned and screamed, writhed and twisted, but the only thing he felt was the centaur's cock impaling his body time-and-time again, and the feeling of their hips slapping rhythmically together.

“Here it comes human." the beast snarled in his ear. “Prepare yourself."

And with one final thrust, Ankaron roared out, burying his slimy cock to the hilt inside Raymond's asshole. The human howled out in tandem, feeling the centaur's thick pole of mottled flesh stretch him to his very limits, and throb powerfully inside his rectum. Ankaron's testicles drew up towards his sheathe, his lips curled up in a snarl as thick spurts of scalding hot cum erupted from his pulsing urethra, and splashed inside Raymond's bowels, filling the smaller male full of his steamy cum in seconds.

Raymond felt each heavy rope of molten hot jizz squirt inside his body, his belly distending as he was absolutely pumped full of the creature's generous load. He continued to watch in mute horror, his eyes rolling up and, his tongue lolling out – as he too – experienced another intense orgasm, his cock shooting its pitiful load all over his naked chest until he reeked of sweat, cum, and burning shame. Ankaron finished them both off with quick, rutting thrusts, holding Raymond down as he drained his balls inside the submissive male's welcoming asshole, and revelled in the intense pleasure of such a savage mating. Raymond closed his eyes and breathed a huge sigh of relief when it was finally done, both of them staying like that for long time, until all he could hear were the beast's heavy pants in his ear, and the massive quantity of cum shifting noisily underneath his bloated skin. It felt warm. Comforting. Like it belonged.

Without much warning, Ankaron pulled out, his long, softening member slipping free from human's anus with a wet plopping noise, and slapping wetly against one of his thighs. Raymond felt it leave him all at once, his eyes snapping open, and a low moan escaping his lips as a torrential flood of pearly-white semen gushed from his gaping ass hole, and splashed all over the log beneath them. There was so much. He collapsed limp, shivering head-to-toe from the hard fucking he'd just endured, and feeling gallons of pent-up semen bubble out stretched pucker, and trickle down into the grass. He whimpered, jamming two fingers inside his butthole to keep more from escaping. That seemed to do the trick. It felt cold and empty without his centaur master buried inside him, but he knew the heat would soon return.

Without even realizing it, Ankaron took a step back, and pulled something from a ruck-sack hanging off his side. The centaur turned around and saddled over-top of him, until all Raymond could see was the creature's floppy cock dangling right in his face, and his heavy balls hanging even lower. A medley of scents overcame him, both pleasant, and unpleasant, making his eyes flutter. Semen oozed out of the flared tip, dripping all over his face and getting inside his mouth. Raymond flinched, but swallowed it all regardless.

“M-m-master?" he mumbled quietly, wiping his lips free of excess juices. “W-what are you d-doing? D-did I please you?"

He could just picture the centaur's devious smile. “Oh yes slave, you pleased me greatly. I haven't had a fuck that good in a long time. I'll even go so far as to say you are a natural at taking another male's cock in your ass. That's quite an accomplishment for a human."

“So does that mean you are you … you are you going to let me go now?" Raymond felt something bind his feet together, then his legs, and finally his arms. A rope. An horrible feeling twisted inside his gut, and then suddenly he felt himself being drawn tight against the centaur's underside, his face inches away from the male's damp, sweaty sheathe.

There was a braying laugh. “No Raymond. I am not letting you go. I'm going to take you back to my herd, where I shall let the others take turns mounting you. Then, once they've had their fill, I'm going to fuck your sloppy ass myself. “You're mine now Raymond." he purred, his golden eyes flashing dangerously. “From this point on, you belong to me. A slave. The lowest of the low. Your sole duty will be to serve my every need. Worship my cock, and lick my tailhole whenever I so desire. You will serve me until you've forgotten everything about the life you once knew, and embrace your new one of complete and total servitude. Every time I hunt, every time I mate, every time I take a piss, you'll be strapped beneath my body, face buried in my cock, ready and eager to please. Do you understand?"

Raymond tried to scream, but the centaur tightened his grasp on his makeshift harness, and forced the human's face right into the his warm, soaking sheathe. Raymond sucked in air, inhaling the smoky taste of a beast that had just fucked another male in the ass. His throat constricted, his shout turning into a muffled whimper as his eyes rolled up, and he was overcome by the rich scent of sweat and musk combined. A couple breaths later, and it was almost enjoyable, his tongue peeking out as he began suckling on his master's emergent cock.

Ankaron smiled. “That's it slave, you are already learning." He loosened his grip, allowing the new pet to start lapping hungrily at his oozing vent, amused at how quickly he'd broken the sad excuse for a male.

The last thing Raymond remembered as Ankaron broke into a trot, was the centaur's fleshy member spilling directly into his waiting mouth. He gagged, but took it all the same. Everything else didn't matter after that.