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Equus
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=============================== "Equus" =================================
====================== by Mr. Anonymous Pen Name ========================
"You want the job, it's yours, kid."
My heart lept. But I controlled my reaction and managed a not-too-eager
response. "Great. When do I start." He was a jerk, but I wouldn't really
be working for him. Probably never leaves his office except to punch out.
"You can start tonight working swingshift. You'll be doubling as a night
watchman and stablehand. The watchman part is pretty easy -- nothing ever
happens around here. The stablehand part is more demanding. All of the
horses that board here have to be groomed each night before 9:30. Their
owners like 'em nice and clean in the morning. Have you ever groomed a
horse before?"
"Not really." He glared at me as if I had just asked permission to squeeze
his daughter's tits.
"'Not really.' What the hell does that mean? You have 'sort of' groomed a
horse before? You have groomed a water buffalo before? What?"
[This was a lousy start.] "No - I - have - not - ever - groomed - a -
horse - before." He continued, apparently unaware of my sarcasm.
"Well, it ain't mentally challenging. Just brush their coats and sponge
'em off, use a grooming harness if you want, but you have to be thorough.
I mean, you have to wash EVERYTHING, you get my drift?"
"I think so." Exactly what I had had in mind, actually. My levis were
getting uncomfortably tight. I put a hand in my pocket to readjust things.
"A stable ain't no place for the squeemish. Horses are big, sweaty, and
smelly, especially after a hot day like this. You have to wash them with
warm water, otherwise they get sick. Make sure you get under the tail and
don't forget to do the genitals."
[I won't.] "Okay."
"I'm not going to bullshit you. This job is a lot of work. You have four
thoroughbreds to do each night, including feeding, watering, and cleaning
there stalls. The pay isn't great, and the work is less than glamorous,
so it pretty much has to be a labor of love. Hope you like horses."
"Uh huh, ever since I was a kid. I never got much chance to ride them,
but I always found them fascinating. Such powerful, yet docile animals."
"Yeah, well, they ain't always docile. They can be mean sons of bitches
when they want to be, especially when they're in heat. That's why we keep
the stallions separated from the mares. One whiff of a mare in season and
a stallion can go ape shit. It would sure make my life easier if these
yuppie Sunday afternoon horse owners would get their damn horses knifed,
but they only keep 'em as an investment. Bottom line: a stallion is worth
more than a gelding. Shit, I hate pricks with money."
I suddenly felt sorry for them. I wasn't sure which was worse: to be
perpetually horny and celibate, or to be castrated (and thus, celibate!)
Based on my current state of arousal, I think I would choose castration.
"Come on. I'll introduce you to your new masters."
[Hmm. An interesting thought.]
We walked over to the stables, two long and narrow buildings facing each
other. Most of the stalls were empty.
"It's a lot quieter around here, now that it's the off-season. We only
board four horses here on a regular basis. Three fillies over there, and
one big dude over here. Watch out for him. He gets a little nervous
sometimes."
He was magnificent. Big, black, and beautiful, standing in profile with
his back left hoof resting on its tip, like he was modelling for a horse's
fashion magazine. He turned to me, and then, as if to tease, slowly let
down his big black beautiful penis, and let loose the proverbial Yangtze,
all the time challenging me with his eyes. <<You want this horse cock?
You'll have to earn it.>>
"Wow."
I snapped out of my trance, realizing I had verbalized my passion.
"Don't worry about that too much. The straw soaks up most of it. Just
sweep it outside, and someone'll come by in the morning with a tractor.
Let's go meet the ladies."
While we walked to the other stable, I glanced back over my shoulder.
Black was still looking at me, his massive organ distended as the flood
gradually reduced to a trickle. As he shifted his weight, it swung like a
clock pendulum. My mind reeled. It was a lot bigger than I had
anticipated. My god, it had to be 18 inches flaccid! I wanted it, but I
was terrified of it.
The penis jerked a couple of times, squirting out the last few ounces of
urine, and then slowly retracted back into its pouch. <<Now you're hooked.
But getting it won't be easy.>> He casually turned his head away, shook
his mane, and snorted. <<You'll be back.>>
We entered the other stable. There were two bays and a snow white Arabian
mare in three adjacent stalls. The bays were fairly attractive, but the
white mare was right out of a romantic novel, the quintessence of purity
and virtue. And yet, 50 yards away, was an equally perfect example of
dark power and lust. The whole thing seemed rather mythic.
White appeared somewhat agitated at our presence. I reached out to pat
her head. She calmed down, but kept switching her tail more than
necessary to fight off flies, of which, there were very few.
"Seems like there's always at least one of them in heat at any given
time. It's pretty obvious which one, too. The stall always smells
particularly randy. You get used to it."
Silently, I inhaled slow and deep, pretending to listen to his jabbering
while concentrating on the scent of horse sex. My hard-on pounded,
uncomfortably restrained inside my pants. It was White. Her aroma was
intense, but oh so savory. No wonder it drives stallions wild.
For a moment I was confused about my feelings. Not thirty seconds ago,
horse cock was what I craved. Now horse pussy was all I could think of.
It didn't matter. Take life as it comes.
"You have to be careful grooming the ones in heat. Stay out of their line
of fire, especially while working on their backsides. A kick in the head
ain't no picnic, and I'm speaking from experience."
[She wouldn't kick me. Not if I treat her right; not if she knows my
intentions. I don't blame her for kicking HIM, though. Asshole.]
We approached the bay mares. One was facing forward, while the other was
facing away. Neither of them seemed to notice us. In fact, they seemed
rather oblivious to everything.
"Don't they get kind of bored just standing around all day?"
"Bored? Hell, who knows. Horses are pretty dumb animals. More instinct
than brains."
"But you can train them. They have to have SOME intelligence."
"Kid, you can train a cockroach if you know what it wants. It ain't any
different for horses. Give 'em what they want and they'll do what you
want. If you do it long enough, it becomes habit. Then cause and effect
don't mean nothin' anymore.
[He was wrong. These animals can think. They may not be Einsteins, but
they have feelings. I will treat them right. I won't use them. I will
love them. And they will know the difference.]
He glanced at his watch.
"Shit, the game's started. If you got no further questions, your shift
starts at 6 tonight. I'll probably catch you on my way out."
He shook my hand muttering some 'welcome aboard' bullshit and then
jogged back to his TV.
I approached the bay facing me, and leaned over the gate of her stall.
I reached out with both hands on either side of her face and gently pulled
her toward me. She obliged by stepping to the gate. We looked deep into
each other's eyes.
"Don't despair," I whispered. "I will take good care of you. I will be
here when you need me. I will love you when you need love."
I leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her mouth. The other bay
turned toward me and hung her head over the gate. I reached out to
caress the side of her face, then kissed her, too.
"You do sense my sincerity, don't you. we're all going to have a great
time together. But tonight, there is one here who needs me most."
I approached White's stall and gingerly climbed over the gate. She
became agitated again, stepping back and forth, stomping the ground.
"Shh. It's okay." I gently hugged her neck and kissed the side of her
face while massaging the powerful muscles around her neck and front legs.
"Don't be upset. I'm not going to hurt you." She settled down, again.
I slowly made my way along her side, pressing my body against hers,
hugging her like a rock climber hugs a sheer mountain cliff. I pressed
my nose into her ribs. She smelled so sweet.
As I approached her backside, she stopped switching her tail and held it
up, as if she were going to urinate, but nothing came out. She was
beckoning me. I reached my hand all the way around until it disappeared
under her tail. I closed my eyes, my face still pressed into her side,
while I explored her with a delicate touch. I wanted to experience her
entire being with each sense individually: first smell, then touch, then
taste. My hand found the dimple of her asshole, slightly wet with manure.
I didn't mind. I pressed a finger lightly into it. It slid in without
any resistance. So smooth. So moist. So warm. I wanted this moment to
last forever, yet desired to explore further. I pulled out and eased down
to her pussy. It was oozing with love potion. She was in heat, all right.
I ran my fingers all around her vagina, covering them with her wetness.
I slid three fingers in and gently rotated them around inside of her.
"This is called 'foreplay,' my darling." She responded by clamping down
on my hand. I could tell she was enjoying it. She began wiggling her
rear, trying to achieve deeper penetration by stepping backward, but she
through me off balance. I fell backward and landed on my ass.
I looked around for something to pull myself up with when I noticed a
shadow outside approaching the stable entrance. [Shit! What am I
doing! My shift doesn't start until 6!] I scrambled to my feet and
vaulted over the gate. A tobacco-chewing hick in overalls and a pitchfork
came in. I guess he didn't see me at first, his eyes dimmed from the
sunlight, but as soon as he reached the shade of the stable, he jumped
back with a start.
"Holy shit!" He caught his breath, then pointed the pitchfork at me.
"What the fuck are you doing in here?"
"Nothing!" [That was lame. Get a hold of yourself.] "I...I work here,
now. Got the job today. Just looking the place over."
"Looks to me like you been taking a roll in the hay -- make that horseshit.
You got a girl in here, asswipe?"
"No, man. Really! I'm working the night shift. The boss just brought
me over here to check out the horses, that's all."
"Oh yeah, then how come they shit all over you."
[Calm down. Take control.] I started brushing off the straw and manure
stuck to my pants.
"I slipped, okay? What the fuck's wrong with you. If you don't believe
me, then let's go talk to the boss. I'm sure he won't mind missing
halftime to straighten this whole thing out."
The pitchfork wavered while he pondered the situation, then he finally
gave in.
"Fuck it. Get out of my way."
He stabbed a pile of straw, flipped it into a wheelbarrow, then rolled
it outside, making sure to bump me on the way out.
"You working the night shift? I suggest you come back at NIGHT!"
[And a fine 'how do you do' to you, too.] I turned back to White.
"Sorry, my love, I guess we'll just have to wait till sundown." I bent
forward and gave her a long wet kiss on the mouth. Her tongue met mine
as if to say, "I'll be waiting."
I blew a kiss to the other two mares, then went home to plan the evening.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
I was back by 5:59. This being my first day on the job, I didn't want
to start off as a slouch. (Though, something told me that I had pretty
good job security, since most folks didn't find this job as appealing as
I did.)
The boss had already split. Typical. Good riddance, actually. The
hillbilly was nowhere to be seen either. I was all alone. Perfect!
Actually, it was always my intention to perform the specified duties
of the job, but a few extracurricular activities mutually beneficial to
man and equine wouldn't hurt -- it just may take me a little longer to get
everything done. So what if I'm slow. I'm the kind of guy who likes to
take his time.
It was a warm evening for October. Indian summer was in full swing, and
the sky sparkled. Everything told me tonight was the night to lose one's
virtue.
I started the shift with Black. I found a bucket and brush in the corner
next to a water heater. (These horses actually have it pretty good. The
only thing missing was a hot tub!) I filled the bucket with pleasantly
warm water, then went to work. I started scrubbing his head and neck,
taking it easy to see how he felt about the brush and me, working my way
towards his rear, saving the best part for last.
"How are you doing big guy? Do you like this?"
He stood very still, but also very aware of me. He especially seemed to
enjoy the brush. The harder I scrubbed, the more he leaned into it. I
imagine there are a lot of places that itch and never get scratched until
now. We were getting off to an excellent start. He was very accommodating
as I scrubbed his neck, legs, back, and belly. Now it was time for his
ass.
For this more delicate area, I used a large soft sponge. I lifted his
tail and pressed the warm sponge into his asshole. The cleansing water
gushed out and down his back legs. He shifted about for a few moments,
apparently taken by surprise, but calmed down quickly, as I continued to
massage his ass with wet warmth.
"You like that, don't you big fella. I don't think I've ever seen such
a clean asshole as yours. Yessiree, your momma would be proud."
Of course, I had to make sure it was clean. Wouldn't be doing my job if
I didn't. I grabbed hold of his haunches, placed my head under his tail,
my nose microns from his rosebud, and inhaled as deeply as I could.
"Smells clean to me." I stuck out my tongue and lightly drew several rings
around his anus. He did not move a muscle. He wanted this as much as I.
"Yep, tastes just as clean as it smells." My tongue spiraled into the
black hole as I pressed my face between his cheeks. His anus seemed to
open up to my tongue. He snorted, but did nothing to stop me. My tongue
probed his inner rectum, feeling the soft warm skin inside, tasting his
flesh, cleaning him thoroughly. My head was swimming. This was heaven.
We stood locked in this embrace for several minutes. But I had other
duties to perform that night. Reluctantly, I disengaged.
"Well, big guy, I promised the boss I'd pay special attention to your
genitals. Is that all right with you?"
He swished his tail. I guess so. I bent down along his side to assess the
situation. To my disappointment he was not erect, whereas, I was ready to
explode. <<I said it wasn't going to be easy.>> "That's okay, I enjoy a
challenge."
I refilled the bucket with warm water, not too warm, just the right
temperature that a mare might be. I resoaked the sponge and daubed his
impressive testicles. Two perfect black tennis balls hanging behind
and 8-inch hairy foreskin pouch, his penis out of sight, waiting for
fanfare to make its a grand entrance. His balls swayed as I sponged all
around them. I squeezed warm water onto his sheath and gently stroked him
to coax him out, but to no avail. He was playing games with me. He knew
what I wanted, but wasn't going to give it to me for free. I had to please
him, first.
"Okay Mr. Black. It seems a little mouth action is in order." With that,
I opened wide and engulfed his left testicle, attacking it with a merciless
tongue, sucking hard, covering it with saliva. No reaction.
[Perhaps he likes it rough.] I bit down in a mock attempt to separate his
balls. Wrong move. He kicked the ground with his hind leg and jerked the
testicle out of my mouth. I hadn't hurt him, but apparently that was not
the right approach.
"Well, there's nothing left to do but go for the jugular." I crawled
underneath him and knelt down. The opening to his foreskin stared straight
at me. His balls hung symmetrically behind it. A loaded cannon if ever I
saw one.
I craned my neck up, opened as wide as I could, and sealed my lips around
his cock pouch. I began to suck while my tongue explored him. I licked
circles inside of him in much the same way as I had worked his ass, soaking
him with my juices while lapping up his. The tip of my tongue located his
cock head deep inside the sheath. I strained my tongue, encircling his
glans and tickling his pisshole. His taste was sharp, but well worth it.
My efforts were rewarded. His cock slowly emerged from its refuge, pushed
my tongue back and entered my mouth. [Ha! That wasn't so hard.] It grew
at a constant rate as it slid past my lips -- but it wouldn't stop. It
pushed my tongue out of the way and pressed against the back of my throat.
I started to gag. I tried to straighten my neck, but there was no way in
hell it was going to fit down my throat. Still, I refused to let go. I
relinquished the grip I had on his pouch instead, and backed off at the
same rate as his shaft lengthened, the tip still pressing against my
tonsils. When it was at full length, I grabbed onto it with both hands
and began gently milking and sucking.
Then he let me have it. He gushed forth like a firehose! My mouth filled
with such force that my head was thrown back, and the spray pelted my face
and hair. I turned my face away in order to find air during this onslaught,
and then realized I was being baptized with horse piss. I just sat there
pointing this dick at my head, gasping for breath while a golden shower
rained down my face. I'm sure he thought it was amusing. I started to
laugh, myself.
"Good one. Very funny. Looks like the joke's all over me. Fair enough."
I turned to face his flood as it began to wane, letting it drench my face
and mouth, like a parched soldier drinking from a canteen. I swallowed
several mouthfuls until his reservoir dried up, then licked his cock clean
as it withdrew back into hibernation.
"You may have won this round, my friend, but I'm not beaten yet." [In my
best Arnold Schwarzenegger:] "I'll be back."
I filled his trough with food and water, then went outside and hosed off.
The water heater was a blessing.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
The bays seemed to enjoy the brush as much as Black did. I supposed it
had been some time since they enjoyed a thorough grooming. Seeing as I
got the job the same day I applied, I figured it had probably been the
Asshole doing all the grooming up until now, and I'll bet he was done by
6:30. He probably went home after that, too, leaving them alone,
unprotected.
"But not to worry, my lovelies. You are my responsibility, now -- my
family. My sole purpose is to make you feel good, whatever it takes."
Not to play favorites, I paid the same attention to detail with the bays
as I did with Black regarding genital cleanliness. I was surprised to
discover that each had a unique scent, not quite as intense as White's at
the moment, but equally as alluring. And the delicate tastes of asshole
and pussy...oh! I was a gourmet in a five-star restaurant debating over
the entrees.
Waiter: And what would be your pleasure, Monsieur?
Me: Tell me, garcon, how are the bay mare assholes this evening?
Waiter: Oh...tonight zey are especially flavorful. Zee chef has
prepared zee choicest California alfalfa-fed bay mare assholes,
seasoned with just a hint of mare piss to give it zat special
tartness -- a personal favorite of mine.
Me: And the bay pussies?
Waiter: Hmm, if you ask me, Monsieur, zee bay pussies are not quite in
zeir prime, if you know what I mean. However, zee white Arabian
mare pussies are especially juicy, zis evening -- truly to die
for! I highly recommend them.
Me: Mmmm. That sounds delicious. The Arabian mare pussy it is.
Waiter: An excellent choice, Monsieur. You won't be disappointed.
And would Monsieur care for an appetizer zis evening, perhaps
an Arabian mare sponge-washed asshole?
Me: I'm feeling a bit cavalier, tonight. Would the chef be terribly
offended if I ordered the Arabian mare asshole unwashed?
Waiter: Have it your way, Monsieur.
And it was actually quite good. My tongue was not as efficient as the
sponge, but it was just as thorough. And I'll bet White enjoyed it a lot
more, too. However, it was clear she was anxious for me to get to the
main course. Every time my tongue swept close to her pussy, she backed
into my face. But I took my time -- just doing my job, ma'am, besides, I
don't like my meals rushed. A little mean streak in me enjoyed teasing
her, though it wasn't long before her creamy white ass was squeaky clean
inside and out.
I smacked my lips. "That was delicious. The chef has really outdone
himself. But lo, the entree! She is magnifico, garcon! Where ever did
the chef find such a mouth-watering cunt! (sniff) Mmmm. She is ripe
indeed, a feast for a twenty!"
She was so wet that she dripped down her leg. I was quick to slurp up the
drips before they were wasted in the dirt. I continued slurping up her
leg toward her pussy, until neither she nor I could put it off any longer.
"Fuck this, I'm hungry!" And with that I jammed my face into cunt. She
reflexed by gushing out like a burst water ballon, saturating my head,
neck and shirt with a very aromatic urine-lovejuice concoction.
"I've been slimed! Ooh baby, now you've asked for it!" I took a deep
breath, then pressed my nose into her overflowing twat, wiggling as I
pushed deeper, like a salmon swimming upstream. She seemed to open up to
me. I felt that if I pressed hard enough, my entire head would fit inside.
She started to push back like she had done earlier, but I was ready for her
this time, and stepped back along with her to keep my balance. I stuck my
tongue out in search of her clitoris. I wasn't even sure if she had one,
but something was getting her riled, and she had me backed up against the
wall. Suddenly breathing became a problem. I dropped my jaw to get air,
but she was relentless and continued to pound my head against the rough
wooden surface. I could feel my hair getting caught in the splinters.
Neither of us wanted to stop, but my sanity returned for a moment and I
realized that I was going to get creamed if I didn't do something about
this situation pronto. I anchored my elbows against the wall and pushed
her forward just enough to slip down to the ground.
Once again, I found myself on my ass. Above me, she was rubbing herself
into the wall. Her efforts eventually slackened when she realized she
wasn't getting anywhere, and she stepped forward to reveal a dark smear.
"That would have been my head in a few moments. I don't believe my nose
is long enough to satisfy you, my dear. It appears that a new plan of
attack is in order."
What I needed was an alcove of some sort, a place where I could have
enough room to operate without getting pinned to the wall, but no such
place existed in the stable. I did spy a hand truck and bales of hay
stacked in the corner. [When all else fails, improvise!]
I wheeled several bales of hay into White's stall and stacked them against
the wall in two columns spaced about 18 inches apart, just enough room for
me to comfortably fit between them. An additional bale jammed between them
provided the necessary elevated support. I stripped naked and then stepped
into position in my fort.
"Here, horsey, horsey, horsey. Come and get it." I leaned forward and
stuck a finger into her pussy. Immediately she started backing toward me.
[Just like starting a car.] When she was within cock range, I quickly
pulled the finger out, positioned my cock at her love canal and watched it
steadily vanish from sight. She continued devouring me until she was
wedged between the bales, leaving me about four inches of clearance between
my butt and the wall. She squirmed, trying to push the bales aside with
her rear. I felt like Richard Dreyfuss in the shark cage as Jaws was nosing
his way in. She had all I could give but wanted more, and if I didn't act
quickly, I was in for a broken pelvis.
I began pumping for all I was worth. Sensing some action back there, she
stopped taking the offensive and let me do all the work. I fucked her at
warp speed. My balls slapped her cunt lips with each thrust, while my butt
pounded the wall with each withdrawal. Man, this bitch was tough! My
strategy appeared to pay off, though, as more hot steam flowed out of her
hole and onto my balls and down my legs. She was getting off, but taking
her time about it -- sweet revenge for the teasing I gave her.
This fantastic fuck seemed to go on forever, but for me it was fuck or die.
I was doing it more out of fear of personal injury than enjoyment. She was
having all the fun.
I started to lose it. My legs were shaking and the room started spinning
like an old 78 record. My eyesight clouded. I was about to faint from
exhaustion as she took me to the edge of consciousness, when finally she
gripped my cock in orgasmic ecstasy, stroked it with her cunt muscles,
milked 8 gallons of cum out of my balls, and sucked it all deep inside her
womb.
The 78 record gradually came to a stop, the earthquake rumbled into the
distance, the tidal wave subsided, and the room once again came into focus.
Crickets chirped. It was over. I collapsed onto her back, still inside
her. "Good night, my dear." I could have slept for a week. But she was
satisfied for now, and didn't really care to be my bed. So she quietly
stepped forward away from the wall, and once again, I toppled to the
ground, but at least this time I landed on my face.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
I had to admit it. Although my face was throbbing and my ass was on fire,
that was a mighty fine fuck. "Babe, you're all right!" She was ignoring
me -- gloating, actually. I laughed. "That's okay, love. You deserved
it. But please don't expect it every night. Give my bruises a rest."
I picked up my clothes and stepped outside, naked under the night sky. I
was sopping wet and felt like I had just been hit by a bus. A refreshingly
cool breeze enveloped my body, momentarily enshrouding me with silky
breath, then drifted past me toward the other stable. I gazed up at the
winking lights above me, wondering what plans they had in store for me as
they watched my antics with amusement. "The night may be young, but I'm
pooped!" No meteors, no super novas, the stars were unimpressed. Oh well.
My duties pretty much done for the night, a nice warm hosing off sounded
very appealing. As I approached Black's stable, I heard a rustling within.
Black was moving around, stomping the ground. [Shit! Someone's in there!]
I sprinted to the corner of the stable and tried to peek through a
knothole. It was too dark to see anything, but I could vaguely make out
Black's silhouette moving about, snorting, like he was being stung by ants.
The Asshole said he was nervous, but this just didn't seem right.
I crept to the stable entrance, peeking between the wall boards as I went,
but could not see anyone but Black, and he seemed to be getting worse. I
was going to have to turn on the light. My heart was pounding. I quietly
wrapped around the stable door and inched along the wall toward the light
switch, watching my feet for rats, snakes, aliens, anything. Black let
out a whinny and reared up in his stall. [What is the matter with him!]
I reached the light switch and flicked it on. A quick scan of the stable
revealed nothing. Black was still upset. I glanced at my feet and
realized I was stark naked. I quickly crouched behind some bales of hay
in case anyone else was in here. Black momentarily stared at me, his tail
switching 90 MPH, then turned away, dancing around, looking for something.
Then I saw what was bothering him, there was indeed an intruder in here
with us. A two-foot long, three-inch wide hard-on had attached itself to
Black's balls. The fear of the moment transmuted into bravado.
"Well, well, well. Look's like I've discovered your secret, ol' boy.
You've got quite a sensitive nose there." My adrenaline rush had
invigorated me with new life. I could not resist the challenge to take
him on again, now that I finally got him aroused. However, this time, it
appeared HE was going to be the aggressor.
I approached him cautiously. As I did so, he would frequently stop, look
and sniff the air for several seconds, then continue dancing around,
obviously confused. "White is not here, my friend. It's me you smell.
I'm the one in heat. You want me, don't you, big guy. Okeedoke, I'm easy."
I stepped into his stall. He paused to sniff my face. <<It smells right
but it looks wrong.>> He dropped his head and inhaled my balls. "Oooh,
that's right, big guy, you found it." A warm tongue swaddled my balls and
stiffening cock. "Oh, man! White tastes good, doesn't she." I grabbed
onto his ears to hold my balance while he gave me a terrific tongue bath
up and down my legs and groin. Unfortunately, it ended when most of White
was licked clean from my body. He raised his head and then started pawing
the ground again, demanding satisfaction. I crawled underneath him to try
to jerk him off, but everytime I got a hold of his rod, he yanked it away
while turning to see what I was doing.
"You can smell her, but you can't find her. That's it, isn't it, ol' boy.
Perhaps if you could smell her, but didn't HAVE to see her..."
I got my shirt and used it to dry my hair, getting it nice and odoriferous.
Then I placed it over Black's head and tied the sleaves around his neck.
This served as an adequate blinder while continually reminding his nose
of his true love. Black stopped jumping around, but his breathing was
heavy, and his tail was still spinning.
I went to work. I crawled back under him, reminiscent of scenes several
hours earlier, only now the loaded cannon was cocked and pointed at my
forehead. I had second thoughts for a fleeting moment, this ride was
going to be rough, but I was having way too much fun to back down now.
In an instant I opened my mouth and swallowed the monster while holding
onto it with both hands. I stroked and sucked with the same fever as I
had shown White, but Black was not the passive sort. He started thrusting
his hips, jamming his cock down my throat with such force that my whole
body was being tossed like a rag doll stuck to a pile driver. If I hadn't
been holding on, I'm sure my neck would have been broken by now. It was
pointless, if not fatal, to continue in this vein. I let go of him and
scrambled to safety.
Black's thrusting coasted to a stop, but his motor was still running. I
had to think of something before he ran out of gas, but bright ideas were
few. I sat down on a bale of hay, leaned forward and rested my head on
folded arms. I was as frustrated as he.
Maybe I could sedate him. No, then I would never get him off. Perhaps
if I built another fort out of bales of hay leaving a hole for his cock?
I raised my head. That idea had some merit, but then I reassessed him --
ten tons of muscle! The fort would have to be made out of lead. I dropped
my head again. It was hopeless.
"I hate to say it, big guy, but I'm afraid you're too much horse for me to
handle. I've tried everything within my power, but I just can't take you
on while you insist on being in the driver's seat. How do we get you to
buckle up as a passenger instead?"
He stood motionless with my shirt covering his eyes. His breathing
sounded like a steam locomotive idling at a train station. His rod jutted
straight out at a 30-degree angle to his belly. It bobbed subtly as blood
pulsed through it. The tip glistened in the dim light.
[How do we get you out of the driver seat? Why can't you let me take the
reins? How do we get you into the passenger seat...buckle up as a
passenger...buckle up your ass...buckle up...BUCKLE UP!!]
Thunderbolts flashed! Volcanoes errupted! H-bombs exploded! Cymbals
crashed! Angels broke out into a 'Hallelujah' chorus! A spotlight blasted
the grooming harness on the wall! I jumped to my feet and lifted it off
its hook. "Black, good buddy, we're going for a ride. Buckle up...it's
the law!"
The harness looked kind of like a saddle, only without a seat, and long
leather tiedown straps with mountain climbing hooks where stirrups used to
be. It was designed to fit on the horse's rump and attach to a wall or
post, thus immobilizing his back end. This harness had obviously been used
many times before. That, at least, would make things easier, since Black
was probably used to wearing it.
I swung the harness over Black's back and slid it towards his rear. It
must have weighed twenty pounds, but he made no fuss. I wrapped the belly
strap underneath him and attached it to the other side, then passed the two
tiedown straps between his hind legs. I had to grab onto the hooks from
behind him with one hand while continually dodging his tail. I looked around
for something to attach the hooks to, and found it: each stall had a rusty
heavy gauge eyebolt sticking out of the wall.
The straps were adjusted to allow the hooks to extend only about four
inches beyond his hind legs, but the eyebolt was currently six feet away.
I knew you could lead a bull by the nose, but could you lead a horse by the
ass? I pulled on the straps. Black backed up without hesitation.
[Amazing! Something went right, for a change. Habit, I guess.] I pulled
him right up to the eyebolt and clipped the straps into place. This
subdued his tail action, his butt being pinned to the wall, but I could
tell the fire still raged in his soul, and now I was ready for him!
Once again, I found myself kneeling in front of the cobra, mesmerized by
its stare. This time it could not attack me. I exhaled hot breath onto
its head without touching it. It bobbed up and down with approval. I
reached behind and caressed the balls that fed it. Again, it nodded, and
offered a pearl drop in return. I planted a kiss lightly on its mouth and
accepted its sweet creamy offering. Oh god, I love horses.
"Black, how would you like a nice slow mouth fuck." I gripped him with one
hand, stretched my lips over his glans, and then slowly rocked my head to
the sound of the crickets. His cock jerked slightly as he strained against
the leather, but his thrusts were too much effort for no added benefit, and
he soon settled down. [Just enjoy the ride, my friend.] I teased the
underside of his cock head with my tongue, then lightly inserted it into
his pisshole. He started thrusting again, then stopped. I closed my eyes,
inhaled deeply, concentrated on opening my throat, and then swallowed as
much of him as I could. But he was still too big. Deep throating him
simply was not going to happen. [That's okay. There are still other
options.]
I pulled him out and ran a wet tongue up his entire length to his balls.
His taste was quite musky. I expect this territory had never been cleaned
by anyone before. I cleaned it until his flavor was gone. His cock was
saturated with my lubricant. It was time to cut him some slack.
I released a buckle on each tiedown strap and let it slip out several
notches, giving him about 10 inches of clearance from the wall, then placed
a bale of hay underneath him. [Time to ride.] I got down on all fours on
the bale and assumed the position. I reached back for his cock, and guided
him to my ass. Fortunately, he was unaware of his new freedom, so I had a
few moments to prepare. His glans hovered at my sphincter. This was going
to be the hardest part. I took a deep breath and slowly pushed back. The
pain increased as I pushed, he was stretching me, but was not getting in.
I pushed harder, gritting my teeth, trying to ignore the agony, but it was
just too much.
This wasn't working. I leaned forward, and the pain faded away. [Don't
give up. Just relax. Take your time. You can do it.] I spat liberally
onto my hand and rubbed it into my ass, then closed my eyes and tried to
imagine how White's pussy opended up as I pressed my face into her. [Just
open up and let him in.] I realigned his cock at my hole, and again
slowly pushed back. [Open up. He's not too big. Just get past the front
door.] Again, the pain increased as I pushed. [Don't give up!] I pressed
on. [You can do it!] Knives ripped into my guts. [Just open up.] My
arms trembled as they supported my weight. [Do it!!] I exhaled, jerked
backwards and impaled myself onto him. He was in.
I fell to my elbows. The flash of pain upon entry receded. I reached back
to assess the situation. Yes, he was in. I looked at my hand. No blood.
I spat on it again, and then greased him some more. Now I was ready.
I rocked slowly back and forth to kick-start him. It didn't take long.
His thrusts were shallow at first, he was still backed up against the
wall. But with each drive he stepped forward, taking up some of the slack
I had given him, drilling deeper into ass, never missing a beat. He had
the rhythm down pat. In about thirty seconds he reached the end of his
leash, then readjusted his footing to get the maximum leverage. He was a
pro, withdrawing just enough to remain inside me, then driving forward to
stretch me to the limit. I could hear his butt banging against the wall,
just as mine had done earlier. The harness hooks clanged with his rhythm.
The entire stable resonated at his pace. I heard the crack of wood
splintering. [The eyebolt is breaking loose! That's it. I'm shish
kebab!] Still, he drove on, ripping me open, unrelentless. [Perhaps this
wasn't such a good idea. What were the stars thinking now? Split him in
two. Fuck his brains out. Mash him into dust.] The ravaging continued.
[I could stop this. Just crawl forward, that's all. Disengage. Pull out.
Finito.] But I was paralyzed by the pummeling. I couldn't tell if I was
actually injured or not, but I could not budge. I had to ride it out. My
mind swirled with meandering images. I was in trouble. His pace
quickened. The building shook with him. Dust was falling all around us.
His breathing thundered in my ears. My body started convulsing. The end
was near for all of us.
And then he came, braying his triumph as he emptied his balls into me, each
spurt savagely jabbing my innards. He choreographed his orgasm, injecting
his seed on the backstroke then ramming it in on the forward. The
additional lubrication encouraged him to penetrate deeper. He refused to
stop. Why won't he stop!? He has to stop! Images of a runaway locomotive
filled my head, and I was in front, running for dear life. The train grew
larger and larger as it neared. Great clouds of steam exhaled on either
side. The wheels spun like buzzsaws as they grew into mountains. The
drive shaft pistoned in and out with uncompromising force, bearing down
closer, closer, closing in for the kill. Then the image dimmed. I started
to feel funny, sort of euphoric. Black was still driving at full tilt, and
I was aware of this but the fear was melting. What was happening? Is this
it? Is this the end? Is this what being fucked to death is like? The
feeling embedded deep in my gut, but quickly grew like a ravaging wildfire
consuming everything in its path. It spread up my body and shot through my
limbs to the outer most reaches of my fingertips, crashed into my brain,
and I exploded with the most mind-expanding orgasm ever experienced by man.
Waves of rapturous pleasure splashed over me, synchronized to his rhythm,
and in those few intensely wonderful moments, life and death were non-
existent.
As the train reached its destination, it gradually rolled to a stop,
venting a billowing cloud of steam in a sigh of ultimate satisfaction.
Meandering images settled down into place taking the form of an old
country stable, and crickets heralded the return to reality. How much of
it was real? How much was fantasy? Did I really come without jerking off?
I glanced down. The evidence was dripping from my cock and seeping into
the splattered hay below.
Black dismounted. His job was done. I belonged to him. I was his filly
now. I licked him clean as he reeled his cock in, then got up and stood in
front of him. He gently licked my face to show me his gratitude. I
kissed him on the mouth to show him mine.
I removed the harness and put it reverently back in its place. It would
know many more adventures. I picked up my clothes, turned off the light
then stepped outside. "Good night, my master. Pleasant dreams."
A star streaked across the night.
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