Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Horse (MM, horse, nc, cons)
From: C_Q@cedge.uu.holonet.net
Date: Wed, 01 Feb 95 17:42:38 EST

				Horse

	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
neighbors 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 neighbors
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. "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 its sheath. I put it 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, they 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; he was still quite
erect. It almost stepped on him, as I maneuvered its 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 earnest. The stallion danced, and the head
swelled, as I gently mauled his ballsack. "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 an obsidian statue. I reached between his
legs and felt his scrotum. It was quiescent, but as I rubbed it,
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, pistonned 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 came... the horse grunted, and his
ass grabbed my cock, like it wanted to eat it. Rhythmically, 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 lie across his rump for a
few minutes.

	Finally able to move, I got down off the crate, and uncorked
the punk's mouth. He looked half-drowned, his face covered in horse-
spunk. I took my shirt, dipped it in the water trough, and wiped his
face off. I removed the straps, 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.