Date: Wed, 16 Jun 2010 21:11:22 +0000
From: out-cast@hotmail.com
Subject: equine dominance part 3

As before, don't read this story if it is illegal or repulsive for you to
read about sex between men or between a man and an animal.

Don't try to emulate the story, or if you try to anyway, don't blame me if
you get hurt.

In a fictional world unprotected sex is safe, not so in the real one.

Events, people and places are all fictional.



Equine Dominance - part 3

After my most recent encounter with Lilliput, it took me more than a week
before I could walk straight again, so bruised and battered were my arse
and innards after the repeated fucking I received from the big stallion.
Chris returned from visiting his parents and was shocked to hear how much
risk I had taken to get my equine fix. While I told him everything that had
happened, though, he soon dropped his trousers and started to whack his
substantial prick. As I related the rapes that I had been forced to endure
time and time again, stuck helplessly to the lid of the water container, he
ripped down my shorts and drove his long fat cock far into my body, still
panting with excitement, and fucked me with the same ferocity as Lilliput
had done.

I had been slightly nervous telling Chris about my rescue by the handsome
farmer and the moment of gentle intimacy the following morning when I
promised him that we would help him prepare for an encounter with the
stallion. I needn't have been, because my boyfriend was just as eager to
help out with Jon's arse training.



That was almost two weeks ago and today is the day that the exercise is
going to start. Chris and I made a schedule for the `training program', and
to keep it fresh, we haven't told Jon what we have planned.

"Have we got everything we need?"

I check my rucksack for the third time, ensuring that I haven't forgotten
anything that could prove essential, before we get on our bikes to go to
the farm. Lube, plugs and other necessities, all accounted for.

Jon looks nervous as he greets us in the farm yard. "I'm glad you guys are
here; I've been unable to think about anything but your plans with my arse
all morning."

"You'll have a great weekend, don't worry. We have a terrific program set
up for you, and we won't do anything against your will, of course." Chris
tries to reassure him, "just tell us when it gets to intense."

"We might try to change your mind, when you ask us to stop, though. You do
have to realise that if you really want to be fucked by your horse," I butt
in, "you need to learn to take it on the chin, believe me. Even when you
think it gets too much, you need to try to endure it. Only if you really
can't take more, though, your safe-word is `discombobulation'."

Both big, strong lads listen attentively to my warning. I am the only one
here, who has experienced the feral might of a stallion letting rip inside
his body, and therefore my words seem to carry more weight than normal.

"Use it only in an emergency, because it will mean we'll have to abandon
preparing you for Lilliput's cock ... Chris and I have thought up a three
week training schedule for you. If you get through that, I think you should
be ready to have the horse ram his enormous dick deep into you." I am
enjoying my role. "Barely ready, and it won't be easy when we give the
animal the freedom to take you, but you should be able to accommodate him."

Jon swallows timidly as I voice my words of warning, but he doesn't
scramble back. "I can take it, I'm sure."

"We're glad to hear it," my boyfriend replies. "The schedule is designed to
have some more variation and fun than Adam's training before we met you,
but the final aim is pretty much the same. You will need to learn to
comfortably take a balled fist being pushed into you ... all the way past
the elbow!"

"First, though, it is time to clean you out, big boy, to make space for
some large tools. Have you ever had an enema before?" I ask, as I pull a
plastic enema bag from the rucksack and fill it up with cold water from the
outside tap. With Jon – who is still an enema virgin, apparently -
kneeling naked in the grass, his forehead leaning on the ground, I feed
about ten inches of flexible hose into his behind and open the tap to allow
the gentle flow of water into his gut. His breathing is laboured, but he
bites back any complaints until about half a gallon of water has been
emptied into him and it all gets too much; finally, he begs me to stop,
whimpering that he cannot take any more. We don't want to test him too much
too soon, so I halt the current and pull out the tube.

"Try to keep it in for five minutes to allow the water to penetrate
throughout your gut." Chris says, while he vigorously massages Jon's
six-pack. Except for a long groan after about three minutes, there is no
reaction from the farmer, who must be concentrating on his intestines,
which, I bet, are cramping from the big flood of ice cold water.

With five minutes gone, Jon stumbles to his feet and, leaking slightly, he
limps the few yards to the outside latrine, where his bowels empty
themselves noisily. He re-emerges after a quarter of an hour.

"Man, I did not enjoy that!"

"Better get used to it though; there is no space for a horse cock if you
are full of shit - literally. Now get back on your knees, your next enema I
will have to push in deeper"

Jon kneels without a word, an unhappy look on his face.



"We'll start your training with an easy warm-up, one you should be familiar
with." I say, as I lead Wodan into the barn. "Just let him fuck you, like
you usually do."

Chris and I had decided on Wodan or Thor as the first exercise because we
are curious to see a dog tie with a man's arsehole. Jon has done this often
enough, he says, so he should know what he is doing. And besides, if it
looks fun, I might just give it a go one of these days as well. Jon accepts
the proffered tub of grease and fingers a generous amount of the stuff into
his arse, massaging the sphincter to get it to open up. Lying on his back
on the barn floor, he gently takes the dog's head between his hands and
steers its nose towards the waiting opening. The smell of his master's
behind is enough to tell the animal what is expected of him, and a flame
red cock grows from its sheath.

"I usually keep them on a leash, so that I can control them if they pull
too hard ..." Jon says, but we reassure him that we will control the
Labrador if necessary.

While we look on, Jon turns over onto all fours and Wodan buries his nose
in the crack, licking at the lube.

"Come on, boy," the `bitch' urges his dog, which needs very little
encouragement. It jumps onto the farmer's back and wraps its front paws
around his ample chest. The seven inch spear stabs frantically at Jon's
arse, bouncing off the cheeks, while the guy underneath wriggles to help
the animal find its aim. Jon moans when the dog cock is pushed deep into
his body. After a couple more shunts, Wodan's hips bump against his mate's
arse cheeks, suggesting that its entire tool is buried inside the man. I
kneel down next to the fucking couple, where I can see the rapidly swelling
knot being forced in and out past the tautly stretched sphincter. The
ripping of his arsehole causes a painful grimace to appear on Jon's face;
he grabs his dog's tail and manages to stop its fucking movements until the
knot has grown big enough to prevent it slipping out.

"Good boy," he wheezes.

The animal is still trying to buck its hips, but the two bodies are now
stuck fast. Wodan lifts his left front paw over Jon's back and attempts to
turn arse to arse.

"Get his collar, please," Jon calls, "I need a bit of time. His knot is so
big ... ahhh ... it won't turn this quickly."

Following his instructions, I slowly lead Wodan around, while Jon squirms
his lower body to help the big lump of dog meat spin around inside his
rectum. In between telling us what he can feel happen inside him –
apparently the dog's cock is still growing longer and thicker - he is
sweating and panting, swearing as his gut warps painfully. Having swung the
animal around, I let go of his collar and it lunges forward, trying to pull
the massive knot from its captive position.

"OOOHHH ... Oh God, hold him!" Jon cries out. "He is shooting! He is
filling me. Hold him, Jesus, he is tearing my arse out!"

Neither Chris, nor I act on his begging, knowing that he will have to get
used to this sort of abuse in the coming weeks. Unless he decides to use
the safe word, he is on his own now.

For fifteen minutes the large Labrador tugs hard at the big know in Jon's
arse.  The lump is slowly slinking, we're told, and suddenly it shoots out
with a pop and a scream from the farmer. Without losing time, Chris grabs a
medium size butt plug and shoves it into the gaping hole, eliciting another
yelp.

"We'll keep you open for now. That will make it easier tonight, when we
move to the next stage."

Together we help Jon to his feet and hand him a pair of shorts. He doesn't
need to wear more that that; we want easy access to the focus of his
training.

While I throw together an easy dinner, Jon is invited to sit at the wooden
dining table, and more importantly, on a hard wooden chair. Half hanging
off the edge, he tries to take the pressure off the plug in his arse, but
Chris takes hold of his hips and pulls him upright.

"No slouching, Jon." I say smiling, seeing his frown. My boyfriend has
already pulled his belt from his trousers, though, and uses it to bind our
pupil to the chair to prevent him slumping again. All through dinner and
our after dinner coffee, he uncomfortably twitches, asking to get some
relief from the frustrating intrusion. Of course, we don't give in to his
request.

When we move to the next stage of the program, I loosen the belt and, from
behind him, I wrap my arms around Jon's muscled torso, licking his neck. I
pull him up from the chair and press myself against his back, my hard-on,
pushing through the fabric of our clothes against his arse crack, brushes
against the hard rim of the butt plug.

"It's time to get you to bed, big boy."

We walk to the bedroom, Jon shuddering in anticipation. Chris, following
close behind, winks at me before telling us he'll join us in a moment. I
push the hunk on his back onto the bed and roughly yank down his trunks,
exposing all of his beautiful body. I must have been really good in a
previous life to deserve a night with two such gorgeous men.

"We'll the start the night quietly," I say, while I gently work the plug
from his body. "Because I am not as big as Chris, I'll take the first
shift."

I cannot match my boyfriend's fat nine-incher, but at just over seven
inches and a good hand-full around, I am not a slouch by any means. Lying
on top across his chest, I kiss Jon roughly, while working a couple of
fingers in and out of his relaxed hole. I lick his chest and his nipples
and the electrifying touch of his smooth pecs is enough to make most of my
blood surge into my pulsating cock, which rapidly swells. Once again I am
working my tongue around his mouth and I move over between his thighs and
grind my groin against his generous manhood. Reluctantly, I pull away from
his face and, less reluctantly, lift his legs up over my shoulders. My
thick cock slides effortlessly into his warm welcoming butt and Jon sighs
blissfully as I begin to fuck him in long gentle strokes. For ten to
fifteen minutes I keep up the slow tender motion, before I lie down on top
of his body for another long snog. His arsehole, now fully relaxed, is in
for a bit of a stretching.

Still buried inside Jon's moist cavity, I roll onto my back, pulling the
farmer straddled on top of me. With my tongue down his throat to distract
him, I can see Chris silently walk in naked and fully hard. With his usual
fluent, feline movements, he steps up, quickly lies down on top of Jon's
back and his big dong flawlessly finds the spot where I am already filling
our host's backside.

Jon wants to shoot upright, but my boyfriend's weight and my hand at the
nape of his neck prevent him getting up. I can feel the pressure where the
big mushroom head of a second cock tries to enter Jon's arse next to
mine. Our pupil makes a distracted, complaining groan, but his lips never
leave my face and his body submissively waits for the inevitable. For a
moment or two, I think that there just isn't the space, but then Jon's
sphincter yields to the pressure and I feel the incredible sensation of
Chris' huge dickhead squeezing tightly alongside my manhood, completely
filling the soft inside of the gorgeous body sandwiched between us.

Oh Fuck! That feels good.

Jon's shocked panting tells my boy to hold still and for a minute or two,
the three of us lie there, allowing our host to adjust to the stretching he
is receiving. Slowly, Chris ups the pressure and his tool begins to slide
in deeper, rubbing against my shaft.

"Careful! ... Hell, not so fast! Slower – slower!"

I pull Jon tighter against me and stick my tongue back down his throat to
stop his protests. While the two of us keep still, I feel Chris' dick head
push past mine as he bottoms out inside the moist centre of Jon's belly. My
boyfriend starts to lengthen his strokes, long-dicking our victim. The
sensation of his fat greasy pole sliding tightly along my cock is
incomparable. Even though I am mostly Bottom, I've fucked both arses and
throats at times; however, being the passive partner double-dicking a tight
arse is an experience without equal, and no matter how much I try to hold
back, I shoot my load too quickly. My softening cock remains buried, as
Chris continues to fuck Jon. Soon the rubbing of his meat all along mine
gets me hard again and the slow sensuous fuck seems to continue for
ever. Gradually though, Chris' motions get rougher and rougher as his
excitement grows, and all of a sudden it all gets too much for the three of
us. While Jon shoots a load between our bellies, my boyfriend and I both
cum deep inside his stretched gut, shouting at the top of our voices.

After we have finally unwrapped ourselves, Chris and I prepare our host for
the night. First an inflatable dildo is slipped into his well breached
behind and pumped up to a comfortable size. A pair of tight leather shorts
is belted around his narrow waist to prevent the dildo sliding out, by
accident or on purpose; the dildo's tube and inflation bulb stick out of
the leg.

"Adam and I will give the bulb a squeeze every hour through the night."
Chris explains. "And because we don't want you to remove the dildo ..." He
rattles two pairs of handcuffs.

"I won't, I promise."

"You never know what you are doing while you are still half asleep." I
explain, while I take his right arm and lock it to the corner post while
Chris does the same to the other one. Jon doesn't complain ... much. At the
door I look back at our pupil, ready for the night, spread out across the
bed. In an impulse I step back up to him and give the dildo's pump a couple
of squeezes.

"Night, night ..."



By the next morning, Jon is twisting and squirming in his bed to relieve
the pressure of the dildo. Even blown up to its maximum size it isn't as
massive as Lilliput's cock, but after eight hours of continued stretching
Jon's arse is feeling the strain nonetheless. He hasn't slept all night, I
had noticed when I came to increase the strain on his arse every hour, but
he never complained. We unlock the handcuffs, but leave the dildo in place.

"It is time you saw what is expected of you at the end of your training."

I am still fully naked – I never wear anything in bed – and kneel on
the mattress with my arse in the air inches away from our host's face. My
hole is nice and open from a good hard fuck, which Chris has given me while
I was waking up; and it needs to be open for what we've got planned. My
boyfriend has lubed up his hand and arm and places his clenched fist
against my arse. He leans forward and, while I try to relax as much as
possible, he suddenly shoves his arm in with all his power. As if by magic,
my sphincter opens up and swallows his fist, which rams straight into my
prostate.

"Fuuuck!!!" Jon and I shout simultaneously, I in ecstasy, he in shock at
the rough invasion happening just in front of his eyes.

Chris rapidly works his arm into me, pumping out and in a little further
with every motion. Fisting has become a regular event in our love-making
and I am used to the deeper and deeper penetration into my body. Here comes
his elbow, pushing past my rim.

"This is how far you will need to learn to take my hand, Jon. But it can go
a lot deeper still," Chris says, keeping up the pumping motion.

His upper arm is now sliding through me, his bulging bicep stretching my
arse. I am panting as Chris is going deep, deeper than before? I am adamant
that I am going to take more than ever and we agreed that until I ask him
to stop, my boyfriend will keep feeding his arm into me.

"Jesus," Jon sighs, watching on. "How much can you fit in there?"

"Keep going, Love." I urge through my gritted teeth, but I needn't, because
with one last hard shove Chris slides the last two inches of bicep into me
and I can feel his shoulder pushed between my arse cheeks. The shock and
elation of knowing that I have now got the entire limb buried inside me
leaves me breathless. Chris starts fist-fucking (arm-fucking?) me
violently, stimulating my whole gut. Jon has slid underneath me and has
taken my rock-hard tool into his mouth, sucking it as if his life depended
on my fluids. Within seconds I explode in his throat.

"Now let's have a look how many fingers you can handle, Jon." Chris says as
he slowly removes his arm from my body.

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Our host is strapped down and ready for his big show. It has taken us
almost a month to get Jon where he needs to be, but finally we are
confident that he can tolerate Lilliput's fury. We made him sleep with the
inflatable dildo filling him every night for four weeks. When we were at
his place in the weekends, we played rough, stretching his hole to its
limit ... and occasionally beyond.

"I'll get Lilliput," Chris says, "while you entertain him."

I put my hand between Jon shoulder blades, feeling him shivering from
excitement. My fingers slowly run down his spine until they reach the pert
arse. His head shoots up as I slap him hard on the bubble butt.

"Are you ready?"

He tries to speak, but except for some croakily dry sounds nothing comes
out and a short nod has to get across that he's game. Jon has made a new
fuck-frame from a padded bench and some sturdy steel poles. He lies on the
fake leather top with his arms and legs strapped to the legs. His cock and
balls hang down through a notch in the table's edge; or rather they would
have hung down, if they weren't so goddamn hard. While I can hear the beast
get close, I crawl underneath the frame and I ingest his tool. The presence
of Jon's still butt-plugged behind, inches away from my face, will give me
the best possible view of it being breached by the stallion's
manhood. Chris' hand appears in view and pulls the big dildo
out. Immediately Jon's arse tightens ominously.

"Relax, Jon. You have to relax," I try to mumble with a full mouth.

Lilliput snorts loudly, hungrily.

The stallion's black hairy belly appears above us, soon followed by his
massive cock, gleaming in lube. Lilliput is raring for relief and the
stumpy head eagerly stabs at Jon's body, searching for the way in. Still
sucking at Jon's tool, I grab the leathery meat pole and – with
difficulty due to its astonishing rigidity – aim it at the puckered
hole.

Jon screams as the fat dickhead slams into him, but incredibly his tight
sphincter manages to keep the intruder out. This time it is my boyfriend
who urges him to relax his behind, but it is too late. Lilliput's next
shunt has all the stallion's weight behind it and I have a first rank view
of Jon's puckered hole being blown open further than it has ever been
stretched; in agony he cries at the top of his voice, but it doesn't deter
the animal. I've watched the close-ups of my own deflowering hundreds of
times, but that is not nearly as good as seeing and hearing it happen live.
I climb from underneath the frame to get a look at the progress of the
invasion of the farmer's gut. The horse pumps his long fat manhood in and
out of the tight pussy beneath him, each thrust pushing in a little further
than the one before. Jon has stopped screaming, but the look on his face
shows that the experience is taking its toll. He grimaces and pants trying
to put off the red hot pain that engulfs his lower body. However, his erect
prick, which I left alone before he blew his load, shows that agony is not
the only thing he is feeling.

"You're doing well, Jon," I encourage him, "only a couple more inches."

My remark is a bit of a lie, as only half of Lilliput's cock has entered
him thus far and the advance seems to have halted. The stallion lunges
hard, but it seems like something inside Jon's body stops his cock moving
in deeper; each shove causes the boy to groan loudly.

"Please, stop him. I can't take any more!" He whispers.

"You know we can't, Jon." Soothing and encouraging him is the only thing we
can do to help. "Try to relax and endure. Lilliput never lasts long."

The powerful muscles of the horse's hind legs ripple under the velvety
black skin for another strong thrust and suddenly his tool finds some space
and most of the huge rod slides into Jon's body in one massive shunt,
making the man scream in shock. For several more minutes the animal fucks
his mare with long strokes until his entire cock slides in and out of Jon's
arse. When the movements stop, I know he is about to flood Jon's gut and I
duck under the table and kiss Lilliput's victim. Shoving my tongue into his
mouth, I can see a slight relief in Jon's eyes, now that the animal's
constant pounding has stopped. Unfortunately for him, I know that, what is
about to happen next, is hardly more comfortable.

Jon's breathing suddenly increases and a look of panic appears on his face,
as the big surge of horse cum painfully balloons his bowels. He tries to
pull away from me to shout, but I grab the back of his head and seal my
lips tightly over his. He moans quietly, but his tongue has wrapped itself
around mine again as the sexual excitement of the horse's domination of his
arse is taking over his consciousness.

The splatter of horse's juice on the floor and the sudden relaxation of the
man above me tell me that Lilliput has pulled out of Jon's prone body. I
clamber out from underneath and support his head in my hands as a few tears
of relief appear. My cock, rock hard from the hot sight of the assault on
Jon's arse, strains against my shorts. I know what I have to do ... As I
walk around the tied man, I drop my trousers to free my manhood. Gently, I
slide my tool into Jon's baggy arsehole, which is slippery from the big
load of cum still leaking from it. Without effort I can push in up to my
balls and I gingerly fuck the hole that minutes ago was tortured so badly
by the stallion's humongous dick. In a moment of inspiration, I slip my big
cum-swollen balls into his stretched rectum. Jon doesn't complain; I am not
even sure he can feel I am inside him. I rub his back and arse cheeks.

"Try to contract your arse, Jon. You need to get back your muscle tone."

The farmer tries to do as I ask and his sphincter does tighten a little
around the base of my cock. I reach under the table and take a hold of the
bound hunk's manhood, stroking the still-hard rod rapidly. Jon, who seems
to have been aroused since early this morning, finally gets the relief he
so desperately needs and with every splash of jism, his arse tightens
further around my scrotum. When he has finished shooting, my
`meat-and-two-veg' are sealed tightly inside his rectum.

"Oh Man, that looks hot."

I look up at the voice and see that Chris has returned after leading away
the horse. He takes his cue from my example and whips out his own erection
and feeds it to the prone limp figure on the fuck-frame. His cock buried
inside Jon's throat and my cock and balls deep in his maltreated arse, we
bend forward and kiss intensely, with our victim spitroasted between us.

I try to fuck Jon's arse, but with my big balls stuck inside, I am now tied
to him like one of his dogs, and I cannot get a rocking motion going.
Chris, seeing my predicament, knows I need stimulating in a different
way. He pulls out of our host's throat and, without any prelude, he slams
his massive implement straight into my arse. He fucks me with all the
violence and force he can muster and, before I know it, I am spurting all
the cum that has built up watching Jon be assaulted by his horse and add it
to Lilliput's lake inside our friend.

"You may not be able to feel it, Jon," I tell him once I have recovered
from my powerful orgasm, "but I've got my balls stuck inside you. I'm tied
to you like Thor or Wodan. Unlike the dogs, though, my knot won't shrink,
so I'll have to pull straight out."

With that, I yank hard and my scrotum forces a path through Jon's tortured
behind. He screams and almost seems to pass out, but when he has regained
his composure, he smiles tiredly and asks to be released. Supporting him
between us, we walk him to the farmhouse and lower him onto the sofa.

"Thanks, guys." He sighs as he sits down gingerly. "Feeling the stallion
letting rip inside my arse has been an amazing sensation ... but never
again."