Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2008 05:42:38 -0800 From: DVNT Puppy Subject: Tommy the Tease 11 Thanks to everyone who e-mailed with suggestions. If you've got something to say or something you'd like to happen next, e-mail: dvntpuppy@hotmail.com. The brothers walk out of the room, their big dicks, still hard and jutting upward in their overalls, leaving me alone. My body is drenched in sweat, mine and theirs. The thought of taking a big horse cock up my hole is terrifying, and I realize I'm shaking with fright. Mr. Davis steps into the room holding several leather straps. He's smiling a sexy, devilish smile. "Ok, son. Ready or not. Time for the big show. No more delays. " I start crying as he bends down and begins securing my ankles again, this time with leather and metal cuffs, each with a metal ring. He does the same to my wrists, then reaches down and grabs a hold of my balls, pulling them sharply. He secures a heavy weighted strap around them and cinches it tight. He works quickly, despite my sobbing. My body falls against his strong frame repeatedly as he secures my wrists and attaches leather straps to the ball stretcher, which he ties to my ankles. "What's the mater, boy? You scared?" "Yes Sir. Please Sir. I'm so afraid. I'm so scared." Mr. Davis leans in close to my left ear and whispers softly. "I know, boy. That's what's gonna make this so fucking good. Gonna love watching you quaking and crying while Tonto tears up your pussy. Gonna have you walking bow-legged for a month when that stud is done with you." He wraps his big hand around the back of my neck and forces me to walk ahead of him out into the barn. The straps pull and tighten around my nuts with each step, causing my dick to pulse and throb. Silvery strands of cum are dripping steadily from the tip of my dick. We stop at the barn door. Beyond I can hear men talking and laughing. Slats in the barn's wood frame let in slivers of light which are occasionally obscured by the shadows of the men milling about outside. "Spread your legs, bitch." I spread them, causing even more pressure on my distended nuts. Mr. Davis reaches between my legs and jams three fingers up into my hole. Cum pours out with an audible gurgle, saturating his fingers. He holds them to my lips and feeds me. My mouth is dry, and the slippery, oily cum feels good coating my mouth and tongue. I suck and lick greedily. "That's the way. Gobble that up for your boss man. Taste that, baby? My boys gave you a nice load. Suck it up, baby. Taste that? Taste that baby? That's your sweet boypussy." "Thank you Sir." Mr. Davis chuckles, "You're welcome, boy. Now, I've got a deal for you." "Sir?" "Tonto's pretty horny, his balls are about to burst. He's been slapping his dick against his underside all day trying to get himself off. So I bet, if you give him a nice long suck, he might blow his load and spare your hole. Sound good boy?" "Yes, Sir. I hope so, Sir." "If you can get Tonto off with those pretty girl lips and your hands, you won't have to get horse fucked. But if not, well, you'll just have to be brave and take your fucking." "Thank you Sir. Your boy will do his best." "I know you will, boy. Otherwise Ole Chuck will be cutting you loose. And I don't know where a lazy dogwhore like you is gonna go. Chuck's a vindictive son of a bitch. Probably got some photos of you already. Huh, boy?" "Yes Sir." "Hate for your Pop to have to find out what kind of a dirty dogslut his boy's turned into." "Yes Sir." "Course I knew you'd grow up to be a cockhungry little fucker back when your folks came out here to the company picnic. You sure loved riding that pony. Practically peed yourself waiting for a turn in the saddle. Told my boys, 'Just you wait, that snot-nosed little brat's gonna grow up to be a horny little teenwhore.' Never thought I'd get to watch you sucking off my prize stallion though. Fuck, this is too good to be true." Mr. Davis pulls open the door and pushes me out into the late afternoon sunlight of the corral. It's a small circular pen, hemmed in with a rail fence where dozens of men are perched. In the middle are a few bales of hay, stacked into small pyramid shapes. One of the men opens the gate, whistling and slapping my bare ass as I pass. I walk uncomfortably into the center and wait, head down and blushing crimson. After a few moments Tonto is lead into the ring. I've never spent much time around horses. Even so, I can tell Tonto is a spectacular specimen. He's solid, like a draft horse, but sleek and shiny like a racehorse. The muscles beneath his glossy deep brown coat are striated and lean. As Tonto approaches, I am tempted to fall to my knees in respect. We are now eye to eye, and Tonto's head bounces up and down, sizing me up. The man with the reins takes my wrist and lifts it to stroke Tonto's thick neck and mane. Tonto's coat is smooth but somehow wiry, too. I run my hands along his neck and down the length of his body, sliding my open palms over the silky forequarters and the rounded barrel of his stomach. I reach slowly below. I can't help it; I'm driven by insatiable curiosity mixed with raw lust. My hand slides toward his horsedick, which is hard and thick, already fully a foot long, the head bloated into a wide knob. I stoop down to get a better look and am shocked by the size of it. The color is dark, almost jet-black, with a ruby tint beneath. My mouth is watering, ready to taste it and run my tongue across the wide bulb. My hand begins stroking, gently at first, then with a stronger grip as Tonto let's out a series of rumbling noises. The men surrounding us whistle and call out. "That's the way, boy." "Go on and get some dick." "Give that stallion a hard suck." "Get them lips 'round that boy." I wipe the tears from my face with the back of my hand and move in. The strong distinctive horse smell makes my eyes water and is tinged with the bitter ammonia stench of his piss. His cock is glossy black and shiny at the base, then grayish black starting midway down where a wide ridge encircles his shaft. There's a small patch of white, about the size of my thumb near the head of Tonto's dick. I'm fascinated by it and run my fingertips over it. I want to feel that cock in my mouth, to taste it on my tongue, to drink from that big cockhead, but I'm afraid, and I hesitate. Can I really do this? Fuck. What's happened to me? Just a couple weeks ago I was a cock-sure, arrogant SOB. Fuck yeah, I was a hot shit. I called the shots. Girls used to beg me to drop my jeans and give them a hard dicking. Shit, I could've had any girl in town on her hands and knees and sucking like a two-bit whore in just five minutes. And now, here I am, balls bound, naked, about to suck off a fucking horse, putting on a fucking show for a bunch of pervs. Putting on a show just so I can keep on getting fucked by a bunch of dogs. What the fuck? How did this happen? How did Chuck do this to me? I look back towards the rowdy audience, and there he is, inside the corral leaning against the fence, arms outstretched and resting on the top rails. Damn, he's such a sexy fucker. Kneeling in front of him is a skinny young guy, the one the Dalmatian was screwing earlier. From the bobbing of the boy's head, I can tell he's gobbling at Chuck's hard dick. I look up to Chuck's face. He stares into my eyes. My hole gives an involuntary twitch of hunger and need. Chuck takes one hand off the rail and brings it slowly down to the back of the boy's head. My eyes get wider and a shot of jealousy tears through me. His fingers spread and grasp the boy's hair as he begins driving his hips forward. The boy shakes and convulses, gagging and coughing. Chuck speaks to him loud enough for me to hear. "That's the way, baby. That's a good little cocksucker. Might be taking you home with me tonight. Get you dogfucked for Daddy. You like that boy? Make you daddy's new bitch?" That's all it takes. I open my jaw wide and slide my mouth over Tonto's horsedick. It's hot and salty and tastes so good. Tonto responds by stepping forward, trying to push it in further. His back legs jump and jerk as he tries to fuck it all the way in. My mouth is stretched so wide it feels like it's gonna split. That huge cock is too large to force itself into my throat, but that doesn't stop Tonto from trying. My mouth is fully gagged, and I have to take deep breaths and hold them as long as I can, before grabbing his shaft and puling it back out. It's now fully erect, at least 16 inches of thick horsemeat, and I know I've got to work hard at sucking or I'm going to have to take it up my hole. I don't see how it's possible, but know if Tonto gets the chance, he won't stop until he's balls deep and fucking me in half. Soon I'm stroking his cock with both hands, alternately running my tongue around the cockhead and sucking it into my mouth. The head grows too wide to enter my mouth, and I have to content myself with swiping my tongue around the wide plate in huge sweeps and circles. Tonto is bucking and shifting from side to side. When I reach back to message his fat balls, Tonto let's out a loud whinny of approval. His nuts are huge, and that massive swinging sack is weighted down with unspent spunk. My stroking and sucking is having a positive effect, and I'm sure I can get this fucking stallion off if I just keep going. My arms are tired and my mouth is, too. But I don't stop stroking, sucking, and licking. Tonto's breathing is heavy now, and his chest is heaving and bumping against the back of my head as I try to get him to shoot off. He's close. I can feel it. I can sense it. I can hear it in the constant rumbling noises he's making and the way that thick shaft jumps and pulses in my grip. I pull back from his dick and get a closer look at the head. It's wide and flared even more now, like a huge donut. In the center is a small, sunken tube. The tip of my tongue dips in to touch the piss and cum hole, and I'm rewarded with the first shot of horsecum. It sprays out hotly, a quick, watery spray that strikes the back of my mouth and then across my cheeks. "Fuck, that's hot." "Shit yeah. That's a hungry bitch." "Keep it up, boy. Tonto's got a big load to feed you." Tonto shifts his weight and begins moving to the left, but I hang onto his cock with both hands, rubbing his cockhead slickly against my face and jerking it with all my might. I can't stop now. If I can just find the strength to keep going, I'll get Tonto shooting off like a cannon. Minutes pass. My mouth is aching and my arms are going numb. Tonto's cock gives one or two more short spurts, but not the big one I know he's building to. My hands are slick with Tonto's ballsnot. More time passes and the crowd is getting agitated. "Come on, bitch. Suck harder." "Shit, sure is a lousy cocksucker." "Go on, boy. Work that load out. Work for it, bitch." Fuck. Who are thee assholes? I'm doing the best I can. Shit. I've never worked so fucking hard for anything in my life. I'm sucking like a Hoover and pulling on that long shaft like my life depends on it. My arms are so numb they feel like they're ready to fall off, and my lips are burning. Even my tongue is sore. What the fuck does it take to get a stallion to cum? What the fuck do I have to do? After a few more exhausting minutes, Mr. Davis approaches. He steps up beside Tonto, his hand gently patting the stallion's flank. "Sorry, son. We don't have all day. And it don't look like Tonto's gonna get his nut this way." "Please Sir," I say breathlessly between gulps. "Let me keep trying. Please." "Stand up boy." Reluctantly I let go of Tonto's swinging dick and stand. Across the way, Jed and Ed are carrying a large metal contraption towards us. It's a series of metal bars forming a cross at the bottom with another jutting upwards. Shit. It's a rape rack. I want to run, but Mr. Davis grabs the straps around my balls and draws me in tight. "Damn, this is gonna be so good, so fucking hot. So fucking hot." Jed and Ed set the rack down and pull me roughly toward it. They use carbineer clips to attach my ankles to the base, with my legs stretched far apart. My balls are pulled obscenely low, throbbing and aching. Then they lean me forward and secure my wrists to the upstanding bar. The crowd is whooping and hollering. "There ya go, baby." Jed says. "All saddled up and ready for your ride." Jed throws two bales of hay on either side of me. "Helps if Tonto can get a leg up while he's banging your hole, don't it, Ed?" "Shit, yeah. Gotta get that horsemeat up in you nice and long." Jed takes Tonto by the bit and walks him over to me. Then he walks the stallion up and over my body. Tonto knows the drill, and his front hooves step up onto the bales. Shit, this can't be happening. Ed comes around to my face and strokes my damp cheeks. "Just hang on tight, boy. Relax your cunt and hang on tight." Jed's hands are alternately spreading my ass and hefting Tonto's cock toward my hole. "Hey Ed, give me a hand with this big damn horsedick." "Fuck off, bro. I wanna see the bitch's face when Tonto drives it home." Tonto is jumping and whinnying and ---FUCK! He hits the mark and nearly throws me head over ass. I scream and I scream, but it doesn't stop. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It hurts like a motherfucker. The head is so far up in me I'm seeing stars. That fat ridge is jamming back and forth popping in and out of my pussyring until I'm babbling and gibbering and slobbering like a retard. It's fast and it's long. It's hard. It hurts. It's unstoppable and inescapable, like a jackhammer up my pussy. SHIT. The rape rack is swaying and rocking and making almost as much noise as I am. Shit it's driving in deeper. Aw, shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He's got me impaled so far down he's bottoming out at his balls. Fuck fuck fucking shit. It fucking hurts. Fuck yeah. Fucking hell yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me. Oh, yeah, fuck ME. Shit. It fucking hurts so fucking good. Fuck yeah. I'm taking so much horsecock up my hole it's like he's plunging his way up into my guts. He's got me nailed and just keeps driving it in deeper and faster. That fucking horse is jumping and pushing and whinnying like crazy. He tries throwing his front legs over my shoulders, pushing down on my body with all his weight and lifting me off my feet with just his fat pole. Shit. He's longdicking me now. It's too much. Fuck no. Stop. Please stop. I'm begging him to stop. "Hold on, bitch. Just hold on." "Gonna feel like you're busting in two when Tonto starts a cumin." "Get ready for it, baby. Get ready for it." "Here it comes, boy. Just like you like. Just like you need." "Here he comes." Tonto lets out another loud whiny and it feels like my ass is going to blow up as the head of his dick flares inside me and starts pumping me full. "Aaarg. Shit. Fuuuuuck." Tonto's cock starts to slide out, pulling me back with him. His cock falls free as my pussylips expel a gallon of horsespunk, soaking my legs and puddling all around me. Ed unfastens my wrists and legs, and I nearly fall down. I reach back to feel my distended hole. Stallion juice is slicking and slipping out of me in gurgling gushes. I cup my hand and gather it up, bringing it to my lips and sucking it down. Shit. That's good. That's so fucking good. So fucking good. Slimy and salty and fresh from a horse's fat balls. I need more. I scoop and suck as much as I can before collapsing in a pile in the dirt. My face is caked with horsecum and sweat and saliva. Mr. Davis and Chuck kneel beside me. I turn to Mr. Davis, breathless and shivering. "Please Sir. Please. Did I do okay, Sir?" "You did fine, boy. You did fine." "Then you'll be my sponsor, Sir?" "Of course son. That's why I gave your master a check about two weeks ago." "Sir?" Mr. Davis starts laughing. Chuck just smiles. "Well, you see son, I saw you a couple weeks ago back in the shop. You were getting banged by a big damn Weimaraner. I told Chuck I'd sponsor you on the spot. But then he suggested maybe we should get you up here to the farm. Chuck knows how I love watching horny boybitches getting horsedicked. I just had to get you into my stable for some fun. So, Chuck and me, we hatched us a little plan. Worked out just like we expected. Ain't that right Chuck?" "Sure as shit." "Chuck figured with a little encouragement, he could get you to spread your pretty pussy for one of my studs. Just had to scare you a bit, get you to cum without permission, and make you think your dogdicking days were done." "But, but I . . . " Chuck pats me on the head. "You really think I'd let a slutty little dogwhore like you go? Shit, no. Horny little bitch like you needs a big furry cock pounding your pussy every day. That sloppy twat is gonna make me a pile of money." "You fucking asshole. You fucker. . ." "Aw, don't be mad, Tommyboy. Shit, your cunt might be sore now, but by tomorrow that hole will be hungry again. You know it. Besides, your little pecker was hard as nails the whole time. And how many boys can say they've taken a big ole horsedick up their pussy? Shit, boy, you should be thanking me." Chuck shakes Mr. Davis's hand. "Well, Marty, I guess we should get going now. It's late. I gotta get this boy home to his mommy and daddy. Wouldn't want him missing curfew and his folks thinking I'm a bad influence." "Sure thing, Chuck. We'll see you at the dog show. You too, Tommyboy." Your feedback keeps me going. Don't be shy! e-mail: dvntpuppy@hotmail.com.