The pup’s hard panting was the only sound in the stable. The air was thick with the promise of sex. Behind him, two stallions chewed on their feed, their satisfied cocks peeking from their sheaths. But a third remained, and he was not as easily satisfied by deft paws and an eager mouth.
The restraints held the pup tight to the false mare, his tailhole perfectly positioned over the false vagina, tail lifted high by a strap affixed to the ring on his neck. His dark pink hole pulsed like a starfish, begging for anyone to use it. If his mouth hadn’t been stuffed with a gag, he’d have been begging for it himself. But he wouldn’t have to wait long.
“Stable Crew lucked out with you, huh, pup?” the farmer drawled. He was barely visible in the gloom ahead of the pup, lazing in a chair, his clothes in a pile next to him. One hand cupped the massive balls between his legs while the other stroked lazily up and down his fat shaft. “Takes three others to keep those boys drained, and you did it all by yourself.” He stood up, walking over to the pup’s face until his ballsack pressed against the dog’s nose. “I like your dedication. We’ll see if Thor likes your ass as much.”
A snap of his fingers, and the pup heard a stomp behind him. He shivered uncontrollably, remembering the size of the alpha stallion. His gigantic legs, corded with muscle, built to run for hours…or to fuck. The thick chest that heaved as he’d fucked his cock down the dog’s throat. The cock itself…fuck, he’d dreamed of cocks like that. But Thor was bigger than any dream, and thicker than a leg. It wasn’t a cock; it was a battering ram. Nothing could stand before it. It had to be worshipped.
The pup whimpered and lifted his tail even higher, spread his legs as much as his restraints would allow. His body would be the temple for that prick. He needed it.
“Look at that,” the farmer murmured, petting the dog’s head. “I can fucking smell the need coming off you. And so can Thor. He’s dropped all the way, now, pup. That giant cock is hungry to breed. You think you’re up for it?”
The dog’s tail wagged wildly.
“Good. Let’s see.”
Abruptly, the horse was over him; pushing up with its hind legs to hook over the metal bar suspended above the pup’s head. Thor knew exactly what to do to get the pleasure he deserved, and the pup almost screamed with anticipation to feel the pre-cum-slickened head of the feral stallion’s cock pushing up against his lower back, seeking entry with wild, excited thrusts. The farmer pulled his balls from the pup’s nose and walked around to the side, laughing.
“You’ve got Thor so excited he can’t even fuck. Impressive.”
A low whisper and two hands gripped the horse’s cock, guiding it lower until the massive flare caught against the dog’s tight hole. The pup had a second to wonder at incredible size of the horse—and then, with a scream of triumph and a single powerful thrust of his hips, the stallion entered him.
The pup’s muffled scream was still audible through the gag, and his eyes rolled up into his head as his body was filled by the hot, pulsing, throbbing, masculine might of twenty-eight inches of prime stud dick filled him instantly. The stallion had no word, no concept for “wait”. He was a machine, created for a single purpose, and that purpose was to fuck.
And so he did.
The pup was reduced to reactionary sounds: moans and yips and guttural noises from a primal place, deep inside, that knew that being filled by a stud’s cock was what he was good for—best at, even. As the stud’s purpose was to fuck a mare, or a steed, or a desperately horny pup, so was it’s the pup’s purpose to be fucked. To receive the stud’s hot seed, to be the vessel for his pleasure.
Each mighty thrust of the stud’s dick rocked the false mare with its strength. The horse’s mouth was curled into a flehmen rictus, spit drooling from one corner and landing on the back of the pup’s head. The lack of mercy in his fucking was incredible to behold. Every thrust made all twenty eight inches disappear inside the dog’s hungry ass, stretching it ever wider and bulging the stomach on the other side. His flare was soon so large that he could no longer withdraw it, and merely fucked it back into the dog’s churned depths on each thrust.
“Fuck…”
The dog’s glazed eyes could make out the farmer next to them, greedy, lustful gaze locked to the sight of his prize stallion’s cock ramming in and out of the dog, masturbating with wild abandon. His cock—impressively large, but nothing like that of his stallion—was aimed right at the dog’s face.
“You like my horse fucking you, huh, pup? Fuck, you’re taking all of him…that’s so fucking hot.” He grunted, and a shot of pre-cum spat from his own fat flare to hit the dog’s face and dribble down his cheek. “He’s breeding you so fucking hard, you little mare…you’re gonna have a belly full of colts when he’s done…”
The dog could barely hear the farmer’s words through the assault of pleasure and smells and sounds. He could feel the stallion’s balls smacking into his taint now, the monstrous orbs easily ten times the size of his. The slap echoed through the stable, matched with the wet sounds of the farmer’s masturbation…and all of it secondary to the slurping, sucking noise of the incredible cock turning his tight ass into a well-fucked wannabe mare cunt.
The horse’s whinnies grew faster and louder, and the farmer moaned. “He’s gonna cum, pup. Oh, he’s gonna cum soon…”
The pup’s eyes closed, scrunched tight, and he did his best to tighten his asss around the monster cock inside him. He wanted this to never end. He wanted to be a stallion’s fucktoy forever. But if it had to end…he would keep every single drop of that amazing cum inside of him. Until he was alone and could let it drool out, and taste it, and dream about doing this all over again—
The stallion came.
The first shot hit his insides like a punch. The second, too. Hot fluid filled him, and the volume was so immense, for a moment he thought the horse was pissing inside him. But no: this was just how much a true stud came. How much semen those giant softball nuts held. Of course they did; this animal was a breeder, born to do this. Three, four, five…the shots kept coming, and the horse kept fucking. A hot smack hit the dog in the face: the farmer was orgasming at the same time as his horse. Every thrust the feral stallion’s cock made was now accompanied by a wash of searing hot cum down the pup’s ruined hole, caged cock, and quivering legs. The stallion just kept going. The flare felt bigger than the pup’s head; his stomach bulged with stud flare and horse cum. This would never end. This was his life now. He would be fucked by this horse for all time, watched by his owner, the two of them orgasming together for all time as their poor locked fucktoy whined and begged and shivered under their lust.
Thor did finish, eventually, and his pull-out made the pup cry. Partly from pain, and partly from the anguish of being…empty. He realised now how he’d always been empty. Only feral cock had managed to fill him, and now nothing else could ever match it again. Cum splashed out of him, his loose hole unable to keep it all, splattering down over his thighs and feet and cock. He would stink of Thor’s seed for days.
But it was not over. No sooner had the feral dismounted than the pup felt hands on his ass, and then a tongue on his hole. The farmer’s greedy moans as he sucked up his stallion’s semen were nearly bestial in their intensity, and when he stood back up and forced his still-hard cock into the lubricated hole before him, it barely registered on the pup’s overloaded nerves and senses. The farmer only lasted three or four thrusts before screaming and emptying another load into the pup, adding his cum to the vast sea swilling about inside him. He groaned happily, then pulled out and walked back around to the pup’s face.
“Fuck, boy…that’s a fine ass. Thor fucking wrecked you. So hot…so hot.” He lifted his cock and smeared the cum on it over the pup’s face. “I’m going to fuck you after every single stallion you take, pup. Every one. And you’re going to take them all, whenever they say. Aren’t you?”
The pup could barely lift his head, but he managed a nod.
“Good boy.” The farmer unded the pup’s gag, inserting his cock in its place and slowly fucking its length down the dog’s throat, accompanied by minimal choking. “Because watching them fuck is the best fucking aphrodisiac in the world. So I want to see it again.”
He snapped his fingers once more, and the pup heard another stamp behind him.
This was his life now. His purpose.