Date: Sun, 9 May 2010 20:39:30 +0000 From: out-cast@hotmail.com Subject: Equine Dominance part 2 After a few requests for a continuation, I decided to write part 2, below. Let me know if you like it, because if the interest continues, I might try a third chapter. But only if I feel that I can improve on the previous adventures, so I won't give any guarantees. As before, don't read this story if it is illegal or repulsive for you to read about sex between a man and a horse. Don't try to emulate the story, or if you try to anyway, don't blame me if you get hurt. Events, people and places are all fictional. Equine Dominance - part 2 I am bored. Chris has been away for only two days and I am already bored to death. Worst thing: it will be another five days until he comes home. I need distraction, and soon. Jon gave us a copy of 'my' movie; I have watched it hundreds of times - three times already this morning - and I am still getting horny every time I see that big horse cock pump my behind. It is the movie of my first encounter with Lilliput, the real encounter, the one that is still playing on my mind most nights. Almost half an hour of footage showing unrestrained, violent rape. There is a slow motion close-up of the moment that his five inches thick cockhead hits my two inch wide hole and pushes straight in, stretching my arse beyond belief. I rewind the scene again and again, watching the effortless, brutal penetration, and I grow hard inside my shorts. The big black stallion has mated me twice since, just as violently and deeply as that first day, but it just wasn't the same. Good fucks, great ones even, but not with the same stunning impact as that very first time. Having watched the movie I am now bored as well as horny. Time for action, me thinks. When I cycle up to Jon's farm, Thor and Wodan run up to greet me. They are friendly enough to most people and they know me well now, so I have nothing to fear from them. Despite their raucous welcoming, though, Jon doesn't come out of the house or the stables. I do hope he is home; I need a horse cock in my arse soon and he has to help me handle the stallion. I'm not in luck; a quick inspection of the buildings shows that he isn't here, leaving me with nothing to do but wait for him. For a while I sit in the sun on the court yard bench, watched intently by the two Labradors. Both their cocks have grown in interest. Thus far neither of them has ever fucked me - they do not attract me as much as Lilliput does - but somehow they seem to know what I have on offer. It makes me wonder whether all Tops in the animal kingdom can sense the presence of a Bottom? Can they smell my horniness and fuckability? I play with the thought of letting them have a go at my bum. The power of Lilliput is fantastic, but as soon as he is spent, he slips out of me and the experience is over. Being tied by a dog would be a new experience: having been used as a cum-dump, only to find that the rapist is stuck inside me, unable to let go however much he wants to. I have another good look at the dogs' tools and reach a decision. "I am sorry, guys, but you cannot complete with something over 20 inches long and 5 inches wide. You're beaten by the horse's cock." Their wagging tails suggest they haven't realised they have just been dumped. Having made up my mind, I slip into the stable where Lilliput is being kept, followed by the dogs. I have no idea how I am going to manage getting fucked by the horse on my own, but I am considering trying it somehow. It is empty, the stable is empty. Where has the big black stallion gone? Quickly I make a round of the buildings and grounds, before coming across the beast in a paddock near the back. The magnificent animal is grazing peacefully, a shiny black coat covering rippling muscles. Muscles that hopefully will drive his, still hidden, tool into me with ferocious power. Where is Jon when you need him? Sitting on the fence, I wile away my time watching Lilliput and dreaming about what he is about to do to me. He has noticed me and trudges up, sniffing my stretched-out hand. He must have recognised my scent, because his dick is descending from its sheath almost at once. Even without the help of the mare's smell, I am now accepted as an ever willing mate by the big stallion. His muzzle nudges my chest in a demand for my arse. "Not yet, boy." I reply, stroking his nose, "you'll need to wait for the boss to return before you can take me." As he nudges me again, I jump down and kneel beside him, gazing longingly at the long soft tool. I run my hand along its length, encouraging the stallion to drop more down. The cock is swelling and rising towards his belly; my cock - tiny in comparison - is following suit. I can grease him up in preparation, I suppose. I get the tub of lube from my rucksack and scoop up a big dollop, that huge dick requires a lot of grease. With both hands I start to spread it over the horse's tool, sliding up and down and stimulating him. He is fully hard now and my fingers barely meet when I fold them around the head; a huge lump of flesh, which soon will force my arse open with unstoppable might. I've never before had the opportunity to play with Lilliput like this. Previously, I was tied up and ready to be entered before he was brought in and greased up. Untamed bestial power seems to ooze from this fuck rod. I am shaking in nervous anticipation of being at the receiving end of that; Lilliput is bouncing restlessly, eager to give it to me. What is keeping Jon? My eye falls on the watering trough and an idea starts to form in my head. "You can't wait, can you, boy?" I ask the stallion while I strip off my shirt and drop my shorts. "Neither can I." The container has a flip lid that, when closed, I can lie on. And the height seems to be about right for Lilliput's cock. Standing naked in the grass, I slide two slippery fingers into my behind in an attempt to at least open me up a little bit. I no longer have the patience to do it properly, though. Barely prepared, I grab my belt and sprint towards the box. I feed the belt through the opening between lid and container, close the lid and lie face down on top of it, my legs and cock hanging over the edge. I wrap the belt around my waist and fasten it tightly, leaving me tied hard against the trough. Unless he manages to tear off the lid, Lilliput is not going to dislodge me from here. The stallion doesn't leave me waiting. Almost as soon as I am down on my belly, he appears above me like a black cloud. His rock hard tool is probing for the warm, tight hole he knows is waiting underneath him; it pokes my arse cheeks and thighs. Without Jon or Chris to help him aim for my arse, the stallion has trouble finding the bull's eye, and when he gets more and more annoyed, his jabs at my behind get harder and faster. Then at last the fat greasy meat pole hits my ill-prepared arsehole and the power and weight behind it drive half of the thing straight into my body. "AHHH!" My arse, which had only had a couple of fingers to open it up, is forced from puckered to five inches wide in under a tenth of a second and it is letting me know that that is definitely too fast. "Slow, slow!" I scream at the horse, who doesn't take any notice of course. His mounting frustration has found an outlet in the shape of my body and he is letting rip in a big way. The very next thrust drives all of his cock home, the sheath rubbing against my stretched hole. Most of the penis pulls out and slams back home time and again. I am getting long-dicked by a foot and a half of thick horse cock, which stimulates every inch of my gut before crashing into my midriff! The pain is astonishing. My unready arse feels like it is ripped apart every time the fat base of Lilliput's tool forces it open. My bowels are stretched tight around the massive head and they seem to be pulled inside out when it is drawn back, ready for the next shunt. My internal organs are pummelled to a pulp by the hard fucking motions of the mighty cart horse. Only by using all the power in my abs, I can prevent the animal driving his rod straight through my body and out through my mouth. But every time 20 inches of leathery skin brush along my prostate, a surge of elation fights with the agony and I know that I will never be happier than I am now and here. The speed and force of Lilliput's fuck mean that he reaches a climax all too quickly. The familiar feeling of the stallion's cum filling me up is almost soothing. I know that it is going to hurt like hell; I realise that I am going to be stretched to breaking point by the sheer amount of juice that cannot flow out of my arse because of the big cock. But I also know that it won't be much longer before the beast will shrink and pull out, allowing the painful pressure in my gut to flow away. I groan out loud. It hurts so much! How can something so painful also feel so fantastic? My body is bruised and torn by the violence and my gut is about to burst from the cum inside it. I want to scream to release the pain, but at the same time I am already longing for the next time he is going to rape me brutally. Lilliput finishes shooting his load and only just in time, because another drop of cum would surely have ruptured my belly. For a minute he stands over me with his big tool still plugging my behind. I beg him to move off, because the searing pain is overwhelming me, and as if he has understood me, he pulls out releasing the built-up horse cum which spurts out of me. Satiated and intensely happy, I lower my head on the lid and let the sun caress my battered and worn out body. I do not know how long I lie there, unable and unwilling to move. Five minutes, maybe ten? Every motion hurts, but I do not care. I've just been savagely taken by Lilliput, out in the open air and alone, without the help and protection of Jon or Chris. I am startled by a wet feeling at my balls. Looking over my shoulder, I see Thor licking at the cum that sticks to my cock. His tongue laps up the juice that pools in my still gaping arse, quickly darting in and out of my hole, massaging the ragged muscle. I am being rimmed by a dog! Recognising my arse for the eager cunt it is, Thor tries to climb onto my back to have a go at it too, but the box is too high for his hind legs. Yelping in frustration, the dog goes back to licking at my cock. My arse hurts terribly, but the thought of Thor tying with me, pulling hard to get his swollen knot from my aching backside is more powerful than the pain. I decide to let the two Labradors fuck me next. My fingers find the belt that holds me down and search for its buckle. Nothing! Where the hell is the buckle? I strain my neck to find it, but the effort is in vain. Suddenly I realise that it has slipped underneath me. The violence with which the horse fucked me must have lifted up the lid enough to allow the buckle to slip underneath it. If I am going to get off this box, I will need to lift the lid far enough to pull the buckle out again. Unfortunately, I am lying on top of it with all my weight. On tiptoes, I strain to lift myself up. My legs shake at the effort; the forceful fuck has taken a lot out of me, but I need to get off this box. For a few seconds, a half inch gap appears, but I cannot get the buckle out before it slams shut again. I'll allow myself to rest a little before I try again, enjoying Thor's continued ministrations in the mean time. Again I push myself up and fumble at the belt. It is stuck, dammit! I cannot get the belt loose. Bang! The lid closes. I keep trying more and more frantically to free the buckle, but I can't open the box far enough and long enough to get it out. I need to get off this thing! Imagine being found like this by Jon, I would never live down the teasing. Wodan by now has joined us and the two dogs keep my cock hard and my arse open with their licking and lapping around my groin. Suddenly the dogs scarper and a dark shadow falls over my bound body. Lilliput's black front legs appear on either side of my head, and his hard manhood slaps against my arse. The stallion is ready for the next round and he has found his mare still waiting for him! I can't do it. Not again, not so soon after one of the toughest fucks I ever experienced. The beast doesn't care about that, though. His cock is prodding already, trying to find back the slick wet cunt it left only half an hour ago. Maybe he has learned, or maybe he is lucky, but this time the stallion finds his goal at only the second try. My arse, still wide open from the last fuck, lets his tool enter without any attempt to keep it out. My gut screams a shrill protest at the latest invasion. Having only just begun to recover from the big stretching it received, it is exquisitely sensitive to the slightest touch. Having almost seven pounds of horse meat rammed in is hardly a 'slight touch', and my gut is complaining ferociously. There is nothing I can do about it, though. Soon Lilliput is buried as deep as ever inside my body and he fucks me with fast violent thrusts. Having already shot his load once, he is able to keep going longer than before and when the horse juice is starting to flow, I cry in relief that this ordeal is almost over. Or do I cry because Lilliput is about to leave me empty again? Exhausted I lie on top of the trough and it only now hits home how helpless and vulnerable I am. Lilliput is not paying me any attention now, but if I cannot get away, he will probably come back again. After two brutal fucks, I am too weak to free myself, so until Jon can tether the horse and loosen the belt, I am left to the stallion's mercy. Not a third fuck, please. I cannot get away and all too soon the animal is sniffing my arse again, interested in the next fuck. Jon slams the door of his pick-up and scratches between the ears of the Labradors, who came running up as soon as he arrived. As always, the first thing he does when he gets home, is taking off his tight t-shirt to let the warm afternoon sun play over his tanned torso. He's had a good day at the market. First he managed to sell all twelve lambs he had taken along; he hadn't made a huge profit, but that is not why he is into farming anyway. Having sold his merchandise, he had unhurriedly strolled over the marketplace to see whether any interesting goods were on offer. After judging the abundant high quality meat, he had chosen a handsome young farmhand, whom he had shagged violently in the alley behind the church, before giving him a blowjob in return. Aren't market days great? It takes a few minutes before Jon notices something is wrong. It isn't clear what tips him off, maybe the behaviour of the dogs, maybe a subconscious glimpse of Adam's bicycle behind the stable, but a quick lap of the grounds confirms that he has a visitor. The clothes hanging over the fence of Lilliput's paddock tell him all he needs to know. Getting closer, he sees the big stallion grazing serenely a few yards away from the prostrate figure lying on top of the water trough. Swearing, Jon runs up to see whether his guest is still alive. "Adam, you stupid fuckwit, open your eyes!" I obey the forceful insistence of the new voice, Jon's voice. Just the movement of my eyelids is a major effort in my current state. When I notice Jon's worried expression, I try to smile reassuringly. "Hi Jon. I am pleased to see you," I whisper, "I may have got myself in some trouble." He has realised my predicament and without much effort he lifts the lid and releases the belt that has kept me here for hours. "Are you well enough to be moved? I can't see any blood, but you may be bleeding internally. Maybe I should call an ambulance." "I don't think so. I am pretty bruised and battered on the inside, but it doesn't feel like there is any lasting damage." Jon's strong arms scoop me up and he easily carries me to the farmhouse. By the time he lowers me into a soft bed, the exhaustion has taken over and my eyes fall shut. "How are you feeling, any better?" I have just been woken by my host carrying a breakfast tray. My body feels like it was raped by a pneumatic hammer ... the truth isn't that far off, I suppose. My hand finds my backside and gingerly probes the state of my arse. Very tender and still not entirely closed. The sheets are sticky with horse cum that has seeped from the plentiful supply inside my gut. "I'll live. Can you help me get to the bathroom?" Leaning on Jon, my wobbly legs just manage to support my weight. The events of the day before have taken their toll on my body. When I am sitting on the bog, a steady stream of cum gushes from my behind. How much did Lilliput deposit into my bowels? At the time, it felt like a gallon or two, but the reality is probably a lot lower. Back in my - cleaned - bed, I nibble at the food. I am afraid to eat too much, because I don't know how much it will hurt once it reaches my sore gut. Jon sits next to me, trying to pry my adventures from me. "How long were you here yesterday?" "I don't know, hours? I got here at about 11, but I didn't get onto the water container until 12ish." "Wow, that is still more than four hours you were lying there. And while you were stuck, how often ...?" Jon doesn't finish his question, but I know what he wants to ask. "I can remember Lilliput fucking me six times, but I am not sure ... maybe I was unconscious for a couple more." "Six?! Jesus. You went through that much violence six times? You must have been in agony." "Yeah ... I was. The last rape I can remember clearly was mind-blowing. I was so open that Lilliput just shoved his entire cock, sheath and all, into me in one huge shunt, until his balls slapped against my arse cheeks. The pain was devastating; he had cum so often already, that that time he just kept fucking for what seemed like an hour before he finally shot a load. An hour of that monster cock constantly pounding into my belly. It hurt so badly that I almost fainted at times ... but on the other hand it was the most erotic thing I ever experienced. Here I was, truly helpless, being raped again and again against my wishes -- sort of. Experiencing hours of forced sex with the biggest cock that could possibly fit inside me, smashing in and out at will. There was nothing I could do to stop him, no way to get away between fucks. I could only wait for the next round ... and he kept coming back for more every time." Jon is listening silently to my story. "I think I want to feel that too. I want to feel the power of Lilliput going for my arse. Will you and Chris help me prepare for that?" I pull the gorgeous farmer towards me and kiss him gently. "We'd love to ..."