Marcus’ body towered over the other two stallions as they kneeled before him, and he rested a hand on each of their heads, stroking their manes. “My pretty boys,” he murmured with deep satisfaction. “This is how it was always meant to be, don’t you see? Everything’s good now…Daddy will take good care of you both. As long as you take care of him.”
The mustang hefted his cock in one hand and rubbed it against both of their lips, sighing as their tongues slipped out to lick it. “That’s my good boys…do you like daddy’s cock, boys?”
“Yes, Daddy,” they said together. Marcus wore an expression of fierce satisfaction.
“You’ll do anything daddy says, won’t you, boys?”
Their words conflicted; “Of course, Daddy” and “Yes, Daddy.” The contrast of Perch’s boyish voice and Bucephalus’ deep, rumbling bass was remarkable.
“I think we need to test that,” Marcus said, stroking his chin with a hand. “Hmm…Bucky?” Bucephalus looked up at him with wide, keen eyes. “Go stand over there.” The horse did as he was told, and waited for more instructions. Marcus settled into a chair facing him. “Now…cluck like a chicken.”
Bucephalus instantly pulled his arms in to his sides, holding his elbows out like wings. He bent his knees and stuck his head forward, and pursed his lips. “CraaaAAAAAAK!” he said, and jabbed forward with his head as if pecking at seed on the ground. His eyes blinked, and he stepped forward with high, deliberate steps. “CraaaaAAAAAAK!” His arm-wings flapped and he jabbed into the air with his faux beak again, and Marcus laughed and clapped.
“Good boy, Bucky! The chicken-horse has become a chicken! Fantastic!” He reached down to scratch Perch’s head again, lost in thought. “Now…hmm. Perch, go and stand there, and be a water trough with your ass. And Bucky, take a nice, long drink out of your trough. You’re so thirsty, and the trough is full of lovely water…”
Perch got up and walked over as commanded, bending down to touch his hands to his feet and lifting his tail high to expose his ass. Bucephalus’ eyes lit up instantly at the sight, and with a “CRAAAA!” he chicken-stepped closer and bent down, thrusting his muzzle deep into Perch’s crack and making gulping motions with his throat. “Deeper, Chickenboy!” Marcus yelled. “The water’s not on the surface. You need to get your tongue deep in there…”
Perch moaned as Bucephalus’ tongue forced its way into him, as deep as it could, sliding into his tight passage and warming him as it pressed against his prostate. It felt incredible. He was the luckiest water trough in the world. The tongue did not stop, pushing deeper and flexing against his inner walls, making him quiver and struggle to stand upright. “More, Bucky, more!” his son yelled, stroking his cock as he watched the other two horses humiliate themselves. “That trough’s almost dry, you gotta hit the button inside to make it fill up!”
Perch’s eyes crossed over as the tongue inside him started hammering against his prostate. His already-hard cock started jerking about under him, thickening and beginning to flare. He did not speak—Daddy had not said he could speak—but he moaned as loudly as a whore, hands gripping his lower legs, unable to stop his lust from climbing as a chicken’s tongue licked out his ass and pushed him to the edge of orgasm.
“Do it, Bucky!” Marcus yelled, and the chicken-horse pushed in harder. Perch began to cry out, voice rising higher and higher, his balls now inside him and his cock hard between his legs. “AaaaaaaaAAAAAAA…!” When he came, he just screamed, his ass clamping down on the tongue inside him, and his cock spurted his cum straight down—trapped as it was between his legs and belly—soaking his legs, his arms, and his hooves. The cum pooled on the floor under him, hot and musky, and his head spun madly.
“You did it, Chickenboy!” Marcus said. “But the water’s soaking away. Better lick it up before it’s all gone!”
Bucephalus fell to his knees and crawled over to Perch’s feet, lapping eagerly at the hot cum and moaning thirstily. Perch did not move, watching the other horse lick him and the floor clean of every drop of cum. And when there was none left on him, he pushed his muzzle up between the young horse’s legs and began suckling on his cock, taking every drop of cum he could and licking the rest off of his skin. Perch moaned and shivered at the feeling of the warm mouth on his dick, feeling his arousal begin to build again. He was so good at blowjobs…
“Alright, enough,” Marcus said. He snapped his fingers. “Come back here, you two. You’re just horses now.”
They stood up and walked meekly over to stand in front of Marcus. The mustang’s cock was fiercely erect, proud with veins and drooling pre-cum. “That was pretty hot, boys,” he said. “Daddy likes watching you do exactly what he says.” He pointed a finger at Bucephalus. “So come ride my dick, slut. And be VERY vocal about it, you hear? Oh—and face Perch.”
Bucephalus stepped forward instantly, turning and lowering himself onto Marcus’ cock. He moaned like a slut as he did so, the long, thick horsecock disappearing up into his dark, tight, muscular hole. “Oh, Daddy,” he moaned, “I fucking love your cock…you’re so big…fuck me, Daddy, fuck me so hard…don’t ever stop…”
“You like my dick, slut?” Marcus snarled, gripping Bucephalus’ large, muscled body tightly. “You like getting fucked by me, huh? Tell me how much you love getting your ass filled, you little mare…”
“I love your cock more than anything, Daddy. I’m so hungry for it…please give me more, Daddy…” Bucephalus’ deep voice said the slutty things without hesitation, his eyes shut, looking up to the ceiling with slack-jawed need as his father fucked his thick cock in and out of him. His own cock stood out before him like a tree trunk, thick and dark and dripping.
“Perch,” Marcus huffed in between powerful thrusts. “Suck his dick until he cums. And don’t let a single drop escape.”
Perch dropped to his knees and swallowed Bucephalus’ cock instantly, loving the feeling of hard flesh down his throat, where it belonged. Whenever Marcus thrust into Bucephalus, the Friesian’s cock throbbed inside Perch’s throat, and the bay stallion whimpered with need. He wanted to be filled by cum so badly, it was all he wanted right now. He wanted to do what Marcus said and swallow every single swimmer the big strong stallion would blow into him. It was his purpose.
“Are you close, mare?” Marcus snarled, and Bucephalus whimpered and nodded.
“Yes, Daddy…oh, fuck, Daddy, your cock feels so amazing, I’m gonna cum, Daddy, I’m gonna cum for you, Daddy…”
Perch shut his eyes and pushed as much of Bucephalus’ cock down his throat as he could, eagerly anticipating the coming explosion. The flare inside his swelled, blocking his airway, but that was fine. It’d make sure no cum escaped.
“DadddyyyYYYYY…!”
Bucephalus came like a bursy hydrant, blasting his seed so hard into Perch the stallion almost choked on the first volley. But the cum didn’t stop, and the young stallion swallowed as fast as he could, the salty-sweet liquid flowing warmly into him, making him happier than he’d ever been as he did just what Daddy Marcus had told him to. The sheer volume of cum was swelling his belly, and still it wasn’t enough. He wanted it all, he wanted to drain every drop of seed that Bucephalus big, heavy nuts could make. His head became light as he kept swallowing and didn’t take in air, but that was what he had to do, what he’d been commanded to do.
“Perch—off.”
Perch fell back with a heaving gasp of air at Marcus’ command, the long, black horsecock sliding out of his throat, slick with spit and cum. It flopped down against Bucephalus’ leg as he sat, drained, in Marcus’ lap. Marcus made him stand up, his own cock slipping out of him with a rush of mustang semen. The entire room stank of horse sex.
“Bucephalus—clean my dick. And Perch…” He pointed a finger at the young stallion as he sat, belly full, on the floor. “Clean the slut’s ass.”
The two horses got in position, Bucephalus licking up every drop of mess on Marcus’ cock and balls, and Perch with his muzzle buried in Bucephalus’ ass, having another meal of stallion seed. The wet, slurping noises filled the room for ages as Marcus let them do their work. Only once nt a drop of cum could be seen anywhere—except on Perch’s face, where he could not lick it off—did Marcus tell them to stand again.
They were all sweaty and exhausted by now. Bucephalus’ hard, muscled physique shimmered with sweat, a contrast next to Perch’s slimmer, feminine form. Marcus sighed happily, eyes flickering between his two obedient sex toys.
“What shall we do next, boys?” he said softly. “Daddy loves playing with his sons. You’re such good boys.” He stared at Bucephalus, the massive hulk of a stallion staring back at him with puppy-like love. “What sort of son are you, Bucky?” he asked. “Are you a big dom…or a moaning slut?”
“Whatever you want, Daddy,” Bucephalus said.
“Whatever I want…” mused the mustang. He stood up slowly, taking his cock in hand and fondling his balls with the other. “I want you to get on all fours, then. And I want you to whinny like a dumb mare. Whinny for dick, like it’s all you know how to do. And I want Perch to dom you like a big strong stallion.” He was jerking off now, the mere thought of it arousing him. “Perch, be a stallion, and fuck Bucky’s stupid horny sloppy cunt. Be his daddy.”
Bucephalus dropped to all fours, legs spread wide, tail raised. His hole was loose and wide from Marcus’ fuck and Perch’s tongue, and he gasped for air and whinnied as loud as he could. Perch stepped up behind him with an arch, confident look. He stuck two fingers into Bucephalus and chuckled when he shivered.
“Do you want my cock, you dumb mare?” A loud whinny, and a push back into the fingers. “You want horsedick, slut? You wanna be fucked by me?”
Bucephalus was shaking, his cock hard as a rock under his belly, his balls hanging low. Perch stroked them and smiled. “Such big balls for a mare…a good hard fuck should empty those, huh? We’ll get your cunt properly filled with colts, fuckmare.”
Perch lined himself up behind Bucephalus, flare just pressing against his asshole. The big black stallion’s head hung down, as if conquered. Perch rested one hand on his back, and laughed.
“You won’t forget this fuck, mare. I’m your daddy now.”
As Marcus jerked off, eyes glittering, standing tall, Perch’s cock slid into Bucephalus’ ass with a deliciously wet, sloppy sound.