Date: Wed, 7 Apr 2010 20:10:45 +0000 From: out-cast@hotmail.com Subject: Equine Dominance The usual blurb: - Do not read this if it is illegal for you to do so, or if you do not enjoy reading male-male and/or male-horse intercourse. - People depicted are fictional and not based on any existing persons. - Sex with horses is dangerous in real life. If you intend to emulate the events in this story, don't complain to me if you get hurt. - Feel free to distribute/copy/plagiarise this story, I'll take that as a compliment. Equine Dominance "Oh hell, that is just gross!" We all look up at Michael, who is reading the Daily Mail, waiting an explanation for his outcry. "Some guy in Wales was caught by a stable lad while he was `interfering with a horse'." "I thought the Welsh were sheep-shaggers," Lucy laughs, "not horse-shaggers." Ten second-year university students around a lunchroom table discussing bestiality; what could be more natural than that? "Well, that isn't the grossest thing about it, though. He wasn't shagging the horse. The horse was shagging him." I get a coughing fit, hearing that bit of news. Fortunately, I am not the only one who is stunned. Shocked laughs, whistles and `ohmygods' make it clear that the mental image of a horse fucking a man is more than most of us can handle. With the possible exception of Chris, though, I am probably the only one here whose shock is accompanied by stomach-fluttering and a sudden rush of blood to the groin. Noami is genuinely angry, "some people as just sick!" "And hollow, presumably," Callum retorts, causing a ripple of laughter and groans to go through the group. "What did you feel when Michael read out the bit in the Mail about the Welshman being fucked by a horse?" I am lying on my back on the sofa, my head resting in Chris' lap. His hand has disappeared under my shirt, where his fingers gently follow the outlines of my abs. "A stab of pain in the behind at the thought alone ..." He doesn't look away from the TV screen where some shirtless bodybuilder type is being shot at by Russians or maybe Chinese. The hunk miraculously manages to dodge all bullets, of course. "Really? I thought it all sounded very exciting." My cock starts to firm up again. "I wouldn't mind trying something like that." That message does manage to grab his attention. "You mean it, Adam? You would like to be fucked by a horse?!" I just nod. "Am I no longer big enough for you?" Chris shouldn't need to worry about that. He is packing well more than most men and he knows how to make good use of what he carries. As far as sex is concerned our 13-months-old relationship is quite clear cut: I (6' 1", 19 y and 8 months, brown hair, blue eyes and handsome enough, but not in the same league as him) am pretty much purely Bottom, whereas Chris (a few inches taller, a couple of months older, blond, blue-eyed and drop-dead gorgeous) is almost exclusively Top. He gives in spades and I take all I can handle. "It isn't about that. It's the idea of raw instinctive brutality that attracts me. The stallion which only knows it wants to skewer the bitch underneath it ..." "Mare, actually" "... the mare underneath it, and the beast doesn't care whether she likes it or not." "I could do that," my boyfriend says, showing his wicked smile. I can tell by the swelling underneath my head that he is warming to the picture I am painting, though. "But seriously, have you got any idea how big a horse's dick is?" "I don't know, really, a bit longer and wider than a man's forearm? I've never seen one in the flesh, but I've seen pictures and TV documentaries." His hand has slipped from my belly into my shorts where it is teasing my balls. "In that case, I'll have to prepare you for what is coming. Without training, a horse would probably rip your arse apart." I don't give him time to change his mind; I jump off the sofa and pull him into the bedroom. In next to no time we are kissing, wrapped naked around each other in the centre of the Queen-size (it seemed more appropriate than King-size) bed. My newly found desire must also have stirred Chris' imagination, because his nine-incher is rock hard as it is pushed against my thigh. He softly massages my cock and balls, edging me towards a climax that won't come soon. "Let's get you well and truly horny. You'll need it for what is going to come next." He greases up his fingers and, not for the first time, slips two of them into my eager hole. Sensuously they slide in and out, occasionally prodding my prostate. I arch my back in bliss and in anticipation of what will come, moaning to signal my approval. Silently, I am turned over onto my front and Chris lies down onto my body. I can feel his huge tool in the small of my back. He licks my neck. His knees force themselves between my legs and push them apart, forcing me to lift my bum a few inches into the air. "You wanted animalistic brutality," He whispers, "and you can have it, just the way you want." I shriek as he rams all nine inches of thick cock deep into my gut. Without a moment's pause, he pulls out fully and repeats the forced entry, and again. Chris has never fucked me this roughly before and, although the feral violence hurts, the power and authority with which he has taken control of my body make me scream in ecstasy. My boyfriend can't keep up the high tempo, but his hips still crash into my arse cheeks as the force of his fucking movements doesn't weaken. "How does my mare like it at the receiving end?" He grumbles. I want to beg him to fuck me harder, but the overwhelming power of his assault has left me breathless. Seconds later he screams and I feel him shoot the first load deep into my bowels. My lover collapses, convulsing on top of me, while spurt after spurt of cum fills me up. For several minutes we lie like that, Chris' softening tool still buried inside my body. Finally, he gets up onto his elbows and rolls off me. "Adam ... Were you serious about the horse thing?" A finger is once again circling my hole, apparently waiting for the order to invade. I get up onto my knees, lifting my bum as an invitation. "Never been more serious." Immediately the two fingers are back in my arse. "Then it is time to start your training." A third finger joins the ones already inside me, but the violent treatment I received earlier has left me open enough to take them easily, and after a few minutes the fourth finger is added to the massage. The copious load of cum that fills me provides all the lubrication I need, so that the fingers slide in without too much discomfort. "If you are ever going to take a horse cock, you'll need to get used to getting fisted," Chris warns me after a while, "so I am going to fold in my thumb now and slowly push in." The addition of the thumb doubles the width of Chris' hand and I am stretched further than ever when it inches into my arse. The pain builds rapidly and I cannot hold back a high-pitched groan. I can feel his knuckles against my rim, but it needs another push to force them through and I cannot take anymore now. My lover pulls back slightly, allowing my hole to relax a bit. "Too much, too soon?" He asks concerned. "No!" I pant. "Keep going, I can take it." Having thought about nothing else since lunchtime, I really want to feel a horse inside me so badly that I will do anything to make it happen. The pressure on his fist increases again and it slides in slowly, creeping onward. I groan again, but this time it doesn't stop Chris. So close, he's so close now. Concentrate on the progress of his knuckles. "Ahhh!" Suddenly the pressure and agony dissolve as his hand glides smoothly into me and my sphincter contracts around his wrist. There are tears in my eyes from the pain, but the feeling of fullness is incredible. I have a gut feeling that Chris balls his hand into a fist, a big lump of bones and flesh inside my belly. His fingers rub against my prostate and I shiver in ecstasy. I am a glove puppet, being played by my lover's hand buried inside my body. His free hand pulls me over onto my back, his other arm the axle that my body revolves around. His mouth finds my manhood and starts to lick me, suck me and swallow me. While his fist massages my gut and prostate from the inside, my tool is buried in his gulley and with so much stimulation, I soon shoot my load straight towards his stomach. "Enough for now," he says as he carefully extracts his hand from my behind, "in a few days I will move my arm further up your arse." I shudder at the thought. "Whether you want it or not ..." I pull Chris up against my chest and kiss him on the mouth. "Thanks for helping me make my desire a reality." The past weeks have been a sexual rollercoaster and a massive pain in the arse – literally. Some days I had trouble walking normally, when my backside was stretched beyond imagination by my boyfriend's muscled arm. The result though is that his balled fist can now push into and out of my gut without too much difficulty. My studies have suffered a little because my mind is too pre-occupied with the prospect of a horse ravaging me. I have spent hours searching the internet forums for someone who is willing and able to make it happen, and with success. A week ago Jon, an amateur farmer and zoo-lover, caved in to my pleas and promised to let me to use his horse, as long as he could watch and film the event. Last night we finished my training as I felt the crook of Chris' elbow against my arse. The sensation of his entire forearm curving through my bowels was incredibly intense, but it was only the preparation for the main event. Next weekend! "Welcome to my farm! Which one of you is Adam?" Jon is nothing like I expected. Somehow I had pictured an amateur farmer as a portly middle-aged man in corduroys. Instead, we face a striking twenty-something-year-old in jeans and nothing else. Light brown eyes, shaggy black hair and a bronzed body to die for. "I'm Adam, this is Chris, my boyfriend." Jon's eyes take their time running over my body, and his grin shows he isn't disappointed by what he sees. "So you are the intended victim of Lilliput." "Lilliput?" "My stallion, he's been very horny these past days. The mare is in heat and he can smell her from the next stable. You should expect a good seeing to." My mouth goes even drier at that bit of news. "Come through the house to the backyard and I'll show you some of my animals." At the backdoor he slides his bare feet into a pair of wellies. Once outside, we are greeted by a pair of large Labradors, jumping excitedly around our host's legs. I can't help noticing that both animals are very much males. My knowing smile must have noticed by Jon, but he isn't fazed by the subject. "Many of the animals on my farm are trained to either fuck me or be fucked by me; Wodan and Thor are both givers, of course. Has either of you ever been tied to a dog?" "No, I've never had sex with an animal before, and Chris is Top only." We are by now leaning against a fence watching a meadow with a small flock of sheep, a few goats and even two llamas. "Never had sex with an animal and you are starting with a horse?" Jon whistles. "You're ambitious, I must say. Do you know what you are letting yourself in for?" I admit to him that I do not; not really. "Sex with a horse is like setting off a firework. You point and launch and nothing will stop it until it is spent. You might have read in internet stories about a helper holding the horse's cock to prevent it going too deep. That is nonsense. The animal will ram as much cock into you as it can fit, and a fully grown horse is far too strong for any man to hold back, if its base instinct has taken over." His monologue may be meant to scare me off, but its only effect is to make the throbbing in my loins stronger and my breathing more ragged. That is exactly the type of brutality I am longing to experience. "Do you still want to continue? We could let the dogs have a go at your arse, instead. I promise that that will be quite an experience for a novice." Chris is looking tensely at me, not liking what we are told, but I have got too close to my dream to deny myself now. "No, no dogs. I still want to meet Lilliput." "Very well, let's get cracking then." He turns away from the fence and starts to cross the yard. "You do realise that this will be entirely at your own risk, of course." "Sure, whatever." Jon leads us into a barn where a stack of straw bales covered by a blanket and a pile of cotton belts are waiting for me. "I've made sure the height of the hay is perfectly in line with Lilliput's tool. Strip and hop on, if you wish." I don't need more encouragement. After throwing my shirt at Chris, I drop my trousers, revealing that I am wearing nothing underneath, except for our biggest butt plug, which is keeping my pre-lubed hole open for the big event. The floor looks clean enough, so I kick off my shoes and step out of the jeans around my ankles. "Belly down, I suppose?" "Yep, with legs hanging over the edge, please." As soon as I am in position, Jon throws a belt over my waist, connects the ends to bolts in the floor and tightens it until I am pushed hard against the straw. He explains that I need to be fixed firmly, if I am not going to be thrown off by the force of the stallion's lunging. Meanwhile, he fixes two straps to my ankles and ties them tightly to the floor, spreading my legs wide in the process. "Good, that is you in place. Let's check the cameras are aimed correctly before I get Lilliput. There is one here on the wall looking in profile ... and yes, it is aimed alright, showing all of your body. The other one is on the floor between your legs ... Let's zoom in a bit more to get a close up of your arse. It should give us a perfect view of your hole as it is being breached. Here, Chris, you can take this camera and walk around aiming it at anything that is of interest. All cameras capture sound too, so we will record every groan and every scream you make, Adam." Chris aims a small video camera at my face and I look up and smile more confidently than I feel. The camera tracks my tied down body until it focuses on my waiting pussy. "I've just rubbed this cloth on the vagina of my mare." Jon pulls out the butt plug and wipes the tissue around the hole. "As I said, she's in heat, and her smell on your arse should convince the stallion that you are in fact a willing partner. It is a first time for him too, you know." "Sorry?" Chris asks. "He has never fucked anything but mares before, so I am just as curious to see how he will handle this, as how you will." My heart rate jumps. "I thought you had sex with him before." "Me? God, no. He is too big for me. I let the dogs and the ram fuck me, but Lilliput would tear me apart." "Don't do it, Adam." Chris says. "Sorry, we thought you had experience with this, Jon, but ... going through with this would be madness, Adam." My mind is racing. It would be madness, but yards away is a big stallion eager to fuck ... and here I am, strapped down, ready to be ridden. I want him so much! If I back down now, will I ever get the chance again? "I am ready, bring in Lilliput." Chris splutters a little more, but my mind is made up and I ignore his pleas. Jon has already disappeared through a side door and a minute later a heavy clip-clop announces the arrival of my date. Our host leads a beautiful stallion into the stable: gleaming black with long manes and socks ... and absolutely huge. "This is Lilliput, he's a Frisian." "I though Frisians are black and white cows." "Or black carriage horses, bred especially for their size, strength and elegance." Darting excitedly, the animal turns side on and reveals for the first time what is hanging between his legs. My breath stops at the amount of meat on show. Our estimation of `a bit longer and wider than a men's forearm' was close enough ... except that Lilliput isn't hard yet. He shuffles into reach and I run my hand over his big swinging dong, imagining with a shudder how the leathery organ will soon force itself deep into my gut. Jon leads the horse to my rear and looking over my shoulder I can see how he lathers his horse's rod with lube, simultaneously encouraging more to drop from its sheath. Chris mutters a curse under his breath, but the camera he operates remains firmly focused on the events. I yelp as Lilliput pushes his nose firmly in my but and sniffs the delicious odours from the mare. He whinnies excitedly and suddenly things move fast. "Fuck! Look at the size of that cock," Chris swears, "and it is still swelling!" "They don't say `hung like a horse' for nothing. And this boy is big, even for a horse. Over twenty inches," Jon boasts, while the animal moves itself over my bound body. The rigidly swollen rod slaps against one of my thighs and it feel like I am being smacked with a side of ham. Twenty inches!? Oh fuck, that is much longer than I thought; far longer than Chris' arm. "Guys, I am not sure ..." I begin, but Lilliput is already probing with his cock. It pushes hard into my right arse cheek. The next attempt ricochets off the crack and slides along my back, a long way along my back. "Too late, Adam. Lilliput has smelled you and decided he wants you. There's no way back now." The next jab of the rigid horse cock hits my button straight on and the plump head forces itself without much effort past the futile resistance of my sphincter. Despite the training, the lube and the butt plug, the sudden invasion by the gargantuan dickhead seems to tear me open. I want to scream, but my lungs are paralysed with pain. Instead, I just moan. At least the cock directly after the head is a little narrower, allowing my stretched muscle to relax a bit. "Fuuuuck! He smashed it straight in, Adam." Chris announces rather superfluously. I can hear the excitement in my boyfriend's voice, but I am too preoccupied by the sheer agony in my arse to share it with him. Lilliput, feeling that he has entered his mate, gives me no time to recover. Almost immediately, a humongous shunt drives the thick tool far too deep into my gut. This time I do scream; a pitiful whimper of a scream, but a scream nonetheless. "Jesus," Jon curses, "he just rammed in ten inches in one almighty push. At least ten, maybe twelve!" "You okay, love?" I gather my strength to answer Chris. "Yeah, I'll be a bit sore afterwards, though ... Ahhhh" The stallion has pulled out a bit, before slamming his cock home deeper than before. Now my arsehole is being stretched again by the thick base of the horse's dick, while my gut is being stretched by the massive head forcing a path through my innards. Although each powerful thrust hurts like hell, though, I am weirdly beginning to enjoy the exhilaration of the experience. The big, strong animal towering over my tied up body is taking me as his property. Uninhibited by any considerations for my wellbeing, he drives his steel-hard rod as hard, fast and deep as he can ... and I have no choice but take everything he throws at me. "He's in almost all the way to the sheath," Jon sighs. "Incredible! This is going to be an incredible movie, guys." Chris is filming my face and my smile must look more like a grimace as I brace myself for the animal's next thrust. I am not going to show my pain on tape if I can help it. The next drive proves to be the last one. After about twenty hard fucking shunts, I can feel some of Lilliput's sheath has been forced into my hole and his cockhead pushes against my throat, it feels like. The animal stands still and quivers before an unbelievable current fills my gut. For a moment I wonder whether he is pissing inside me, but then I realise I have underestimated him ... "He's cumming!" I yell. "Chris, I am being filled by a horse ... Hell, there is so much ... so much, ooohh." My belly balloons painfully from the rapidly growing lake of cum inside me, but the enormous chunk of horse flesh plugs my arse far better than any butt plug could, forcing me to hold in the massive fill. "Get him out, please," I gasp, "or I am going to rip." As Lilliput continues to squirt more cum into my bowels, it is Jon who grabs my hand in an attempt to comfort me. His jeans are hanging around his ankles and his free hand is pumping his gushing manhood. "Not much longer now, Adam, not much longer," he pants. "That was fucking hot, mate. I never imagined the brutal pounding you received, but you took it like a seasoned pro." Having shot his load, Lilliput loses interest and when his cock slinks and pulls out, a torrent of horse juice flows from my behind. With the pressure gone, the incredible pain of the last ten or fifteen minutes disappears, leaving only a massive empty chasm in my gut. I let my head sink and tears start to flow. "Are you alright, love?" Chris cradles my head and kisses my forehead. He must have put down the camera at last. I just lie there for minutes to recover from the whole experience; my lover is happy to hold me and stroke my hair. "It hurt so badly ... For a while I thought he would tear my gut out" Jon, having returned the horse to its stable, is unstrapping me from the bales. They help me upright, releasing another stream of horse cum, and hanging between the two men, I stagger to a bench in the yard. "But the feeling," I finally continue, "was amazing. That gigantic cock ramming deeper and deeper with every thrust. After the first shove I knew I couldn't take more of it, but more was forced in anyway. I couldn't keep it out; not something that was hammered in that powerfully. I just had to lie there and undergo how Lilliput was raping me violently." The two gorgeous men who had just watched while I was taken by a huge stallion listened breathlessly as I relive every stretched out second of the experience. I cannot bear the thought that I might never feel this again for the rest of my life. "Can we come again, Jon? Please, can we come again?"