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Horslave
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`I got a call Wednesday afternoon. My brother was going into the
hospital for tests (He has Diabetes). He asked me if I could come
out and watch the place for a while. Could I watch The Place?! The
neighbor's raised Arabians. You're damned right I would! "Anything
for my brother," I said, trying to keep the excitement out of my
voice.
When I got there, it was better than I hoped. The neighbor's had
taken two of their horses to a show, and would not be back for a
week. I told him not to worry, and after I got him packed and off, I
relaxed a bit. I figured it was going to be a wonderful couple of
days, but I didn't know that fate had decided to throw a joker at
me.
I was planning my first raid on the animals, when I heard some
commotion coming from the stable. A lot of commotion. Larry had
warned me that some punk kid had been sneaking around here. Well,
whoever it was, they were in for a big surprise! I slipped out
quietly, and went across the orchard, down the fields, and down to
the barn.
As I made my way to the corral, I saw somebody yelling, and
jumping up and down, and laughing. The horses were running around
in circles, fear in their eyes. There is nothing that makes me
madder than somebody torturing an animal, for no better reason
than to have fun. If you want to have fun at somebody else's
expense, get yourself a slave. He was a young man, fairly well
built, with jeans and a shirt. Not too bad looking, either. "You
shouldn't do that. It frightens the animals," I said. He whirled, and
stared at me. "What the fuck do you want?" "Just wanted to know
who was down here, and what they were doing..." He reminded me
of a weasel. Thin, lithe, and nasty. "Well, you can just fuck off,
Bastard!" "I do not think so," I replied.I have never understood why
people mistake politeness for weakness. "Well, Muther Fucker, I'm
just gonna hafta cut ya!" He grinned, and pulled a switchblade out
of his back pocket. Yep, this kid had an attitude problem. And
Master Jack knew how to take care of such problems.
I waited until he got close enough, then made a move with my left
hand. He swung at it, and was rewarded by my size thirteen boot
slamming into his crotch. He looked like he wanted to puke his
balls up. I took his "toy" away from him, and grabbing a handful of
hair, dragged him over to a fencepost. I slapped him, hard. "You
awake, Stupid?" He opened his eyes, and stared at me. Both hands
were still holding his groin. "That was just a love-tap." I stuck the
blade into the wood, and snapped it off half-way. "You give me any
problems, that will be your neck." I threw the handle into a nearby
pond, and grinned at my new possession. It had been way too long...
That's when he decided to take a swing at me. I dropped his hair,
grabbed his fist, and started squeezing. Five years as a
woodcutter, and another 6 years as a maintenance man, gave me a
grip like an steel vise. I waited until I felt his joints pop, before I
let go. "Owwww! You broke my fuckin' Hand!" I gripped his neck, and
pulled him to his feet. A lead rope sat coiled on the post. I grabbed
his arms, and tied them behind his back in the "Angel-Wing"
position, Wrists crossed, and pulled up tightly against the back,
palms pointing up. I then slammed him into the post, and knocked
his legs out, so he sat down, hard. I slipped a loop around his neck,
and another around the post.
"You haven't shaved in a while." I grinned again, and pulled my
seven inch sai out of it's sheath. I put against his dirty face, and
pushing his chin back with one hand, slid it in one, continuous
motion across his jaw. Then, I did the same to the other side.
There were a few nicks, but I wasn't interested in how he felt. The
look of sheer terror in his eyes was very enjoyable, however. "I'll
be back in a moment." Cleaning the blade on his shirt, I stepped
through the rail fence, and slowly, both hands in sight, moved
towards the big animal, inside. He stood, sides heaving, still
fearful, but waiting. I talked quietly, and soothingly to him. He
shied away, when I tried to grab his halter, but allowed me to
touch his shoulder.
He was magnificent, all black, and muscular. I had trouble
breathing, I was so filled with lust. I gently rubbed his back, and
haunches, slowly moving to his belly. Rub an animal's belly, and he
is yours. He snorted, but moved his hind- leg, when I touched his
sheath. I stroked it, feeling the outline of his huge cock. He snorted
again, when I moved back and found a pair of orange-sized
testicles, hanging down at least three inches. I took one in my
hand, and ducking under his leg, licked on it. It tasted like dust,
and hay, and sweat. I opened my mouth, and kneeling, sucked on it.
The stallion grunted, moving his legs apart. The ball swelled in my
mouth, while I rotated it around with my tongue. Reluctantly, I let
it slide out into my hand, and lustily attacked the other one in the
same manner.
When both testicles were thoroughly coated with spit, I played
with them, and rubbed his sheath with my head. I keep my hair cut
short, and I could feel his cock inside. I moved back. What? "No
erection yet, Big-Boy? Well, We'll just have take care of that.
Won't we?" He snorted, and looked at me with one brown eye. I
smiled at him, then nibbled on the twin folds of skin that hang
down on either side of his cock-holder. Surprisingly, there were
clean, and the taste was like new-mown hay smells. I stuck my
tongue inside, and it met the tip of his dick. I lapped at it, coaxing
it out. As he slid all fifteen inches of sleek, black horse-cock out,
I lapped at the shiny flesh. Of course, I could only lick on half of
his dick at one time, but he didn't mind. When it was fully
extended, the hilt, a leather-like ring of flesh, shone wetly, and
the stallion was excited.
I sucked on the huge tip, licking the tasty excretions that trickled
out of his piss- slit. I had to stop myself, or I would have
continued until he came down my throat. But, I was reserving that
treat for someone else. I went out through the fence again, and
went over to where I had hog-tied the young punk. Leaving his
hands tied, I lifted him up, and grabbed his belt. He spat in my face.
"Get your fuckin' Faggy Hands off me, Fuckin' Faggot!" "You are
about three ticks from disappearing off the face if this earth," I
snarled, ripping his shirt off of him like it was made of paper, and
jerking his chin up with one forearm, I slammed a knee into the
small of his back, and then grabbed his pants, and undid the
buttons. His briefs looked like a tent.
"Who's the Faggot?" I stroked his hard-on, then pulled them down
too. I shoved my head into his stomach, and dropped him onto his
ass. It was easy to remove his remaining garments. I grabbed him
by the hair, and jerked him upright. "You also have a dirty mouth. It
is about time somebody washed it out. And I am sure my 'Friend'
will be happy to help." I grabbed his balls, and led him by this
convenient 'handle' through a gate, and into the corral.
Off to one side, in the shade, was a half-buried pole, that was
about three feet tall, and had a piece of plywood nailed to the top.
With one good kick, I knocked the plywood off, and moved it over to
one side. I shoved the kid down to his knees, then crossed his
ankles around the pole, and tied them there, re- tying his hands. I
grinned at him, running my hands through his long hair. "I like long
hair. It gives me something to grab." I jerked his head back, using
his trellises for leverage, tied the handful to his ankles. Now he
was in a kneeling position, with the back of his head just about
level with the top of the pole. Now he had the choice of keeping his
mouth open, or going bald. I then went through the adjoining gate,
and brought the stallion around, who was still quite erect. It
almost stepped on him, as I maneuvered it's mid-section over the
sputtering punk. I again ran my hands over the animal, and down to
the gigantic fire-hose, still seeping pre-cum. I started sliding my
hands over the smooth log. The horse grunted, and slapped his
erection up into his belly, smacking the young man in the face. It
left a shiny trail of pre- cum. "He likes you." The kid tried to
mutter something. I grinned again, and started to jack-off the
animal in ernest. The stallion danced, and the head swelled, as I
gently mauled his ballsac. "It won't be long, now..." The stallion
made a noise like a roar, and his balls lurched upwards. The cock-
tip swelled as the slit opened and fired a shot of horse cum
straight into the punk's mouth. He gagged, and the next splattered
across his chin. It was like trying to hold into a high-pressure
hose, made of leather. I gave it another pull, and more ejaculate
spewed out, slamming into the kid's mouth, and lips, sliding down
his throat.
I couldn't take it any longer. Grabbing the animal's flexible cock, I
gnawed on the underside, hollowing my cheeks, as I created a
vacuum. My hand slipped, and half of the fleshy pole slid down my
throat. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't want to. My throat muscles
milked his dick for all their worth, trying to drag it down into my
stomach. Having both hands free, they roamed all over the
underside of the horse, playing with his balls, stroking the
remaining length, sliding across his inner- thighs. Finally, digging
my teeth into his cock, I slid it out, slowly, stripping it of
residual spunk. I'd almost forgotten how good horse cum was. The
animal stood, panting, with a fine layer of sweat on his coat. He
looked like a obsidian statue. I reached between his legs and felt
his scrotum. They were quiescent, but as I rubbed them, slowly
filled out again. I went over, got a bucket of water, took a drink,
gave the horse some, and tossed the rest onto the tied-up jackass.
After a few minutes rest, the stallion seemed willing to resume
the punk's lesson in humility, so I grabbed the still-dripping cock,
and smeared the spatula-like tip over his face, watching it swell
with the contact. More cock- lube seeped out. Wrenching his jaw
open, I stuck the head in his mouth. The stallion whinnied, and
jerked his hips. The punk gagged as a couple of inches slid into his
mouth. "Oh, come on! I can take at least a third of his cock, and you
have a bigger mouth than me..." I shoved his head forward, pushing
more thick inches down his gullet. Damn! This was turning me on!
"I'll leave you two love-birds to get better acquainted." I stroked
the animal's forehead, calming it down. Didn't want him cumming
just yet...
I went into the barn, and found a sturdy crate. Tossing it over my
shoulder, I returned to find the kid had taken half of the pole into
his throat. He also had a raging hard-on. I gave it a few jerks,
making him moan around his mouth- and-a- half-full. "I'll take
care of that later." I watched, as the cum-slick cock, pistoned by
those magnificent haunches, moved easily in-and-out of the young
man's mouth.
I dropped my pants, and underwear off to one side, and put the
crate behind the stallion's moving ass. He sniffed the human, who
was giving him so much pleasure, then watched with interest, as I
got up behind him. I always carry a small container of vaseline, for
Chapped Lips, and Dry Cocks, and other things. I rubbed his
buttocks for a moment, then I moved his tail out of the way, and
teased his anus with my thumb. His tail jerked upwards, as I slid a
finger's worth of vaseline into him, and rotated it around. I
dropped the jar back into my shirt pocket, then removed it, and
tossed it out of the way. I rubbed my cockhead against his button-
like asshole, then pressed it into the tight opening. His anus
opened slowly, at first pressing inward, then engulfing the tip. I
watched while I slowly went in to the hair, the hole clinging to my
dick.
He snorted, and shook his head. But the only movement he made
was to spread his legs wider, so he could fuck the kid's face
better. I hunched over the animal, to see if I could reach his dick,
but no such luck.I had to be content with rubbing his back and
sides, while smoothly buggered his warm, snug entrance. He
continued to hump the man's mouth, finally settling into a pattern.
I pushed in as the stallion slid his hips back to mine, and I would
hear the kid breathing heavily, then the horse pushed forward
again, plowing the triangular cock-head down into the man under
us, while I eased out.
The chain-reaction started when I heard something plop softly into
the ground... Ah, the kid just ca... the horse grunted, and his ass
grabbed my cock, like it wanted to eat it. Rythemically, the
animal's anus pulled on my tool, while I spurted cum into it. Damn,
but that felt good! I came so hard, I had to lay across his rump for
a few minutes. Finally able to move, I got down off the crate, and
un-corked the punk's mouth. He looked half-drowned, his face
covered in horse-spunk. I took my shirt, dipped it the water trough,
and wiped his face off. I removed the rope, and let him up. Then I
got into my clothes. "If I catch you bothering the animals again, I
will show you what pain really is." He scampered off, coughing and
swearing. I fed the horses, and went back home. I needed a shower,
and a new shirt.
The End
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