Chapter 10

Armageddon Commander the stallion turned out to be very interested in Fluffy. The second he was untied from the post, he intensified his prancing around. His eyes were rolling and he was whinnying excitedly when they neared the yard. Within seconds his impressive member slid out of it’s sheath. Thick as a drainpipe it dangled under his belly, stiffening and slackening in intervals. Eager to get closer to the mare in heat he threw his massive head forward, almost knocking Tom off his feet.

Tom, who himself was no weakling, held on to the rope that he had tied to the bridle and was jerked several meters to the front. “Ah steady boy, steady”, he murmured, following the mad stallion with a few quick leaps and pulling in rope like a sailor in a storm. “Steady! Hey, a little help please?” he whispered-yelled to Ben who was limping to the fence with his crutches.

“Sorry I am not that fast with these fucking crutches.”

“What the fuck to you use them for”, Tom shouted back, “You have your toe broken, right? Was it taped?”

Ben froze, his hand on the mechanism that opened the fence. “Yes?”

“Well then what the fuck do you need them for? Sturdy shoes is all you need. If it is taped to the toe next to it, all you need is sturdy shoes. Got them?”

“What? How do you…?”

“I am working with massive horses, what do you think happens if one of them steps on your toes? Now will you open the damn barrier?”

Blinking in surprise, Ben opened the barrier and limped aside.

The second it was open, the mad stallion darted through the hole, dragging Tom with him. When he had reached Fluffy he stood still as if transformed into a statue.

“Here we go”, murmured Tom and gingerly stepped out of the way, “Come on over, will you? Put the damn crutches away and come. Please. Just in case...”

The second Armageddon Commander placed his chin upon Fluffy’s rear, she kicked fiercely, causing the stallion to rear and retreat a few steps. Pulling the comparably tiny human with him.

“Tom!” Throwing away the crutches, Ben limped over and grabbed Fluffy’s bridle.

“I’m good.” He stroked the stallion’s neck and peeked underneath it toward Ben. “They don’t know each other. Mares sometimes kick when they do not know the stallion. Even though they are ready to be bred. It’s in their nature.”

“How so?” Trying his best to calm Fluffy, he stroked her nose. Calming something that was the size of a big car with leg muscles the size of his head seemed ridiculous. But Fluffy, gentle as she was, seemed not to know her own strength and nuzzled him softly.

“Instinct. Horses live in harems. One stallion, between five and twenty mares. Like a human in their situation, the mares get very upset if they are being bred to a different stallion than the one they live with. Mares are known to lose the foal if they are not given the chance to breed with the stallion they live with. Look at that gelding of yours.”

Following the hint, Ben looked at Lion’s Tooth who was looking out from the stables. He was rearing and bucking and stomping his feet. Obviously displeased with the display of another stallion getting ready to mount HIS mare.

“Uh-oh. This is going to be nasty, isn’t it?”

“Probably. Let’s see how she reacts.” Leading the stallion away made Tom look a bit like an ant trying to deal with a marble. But the large horse followed, the thick drainpipe dangling heavily back and forth under his belly. Together they made a small circle, then came back toward the rear side of Fluffy who waved her tail once from side to side.

Armageddon Commander lifted his upper lip and opened his mouth then licked his tongue several times against the roof of his mouth and repeated the motion. Carefully he came closer, sniffing Fluffy’s rear and nipping from a long, thick jet of urine that she released. He sniffed her backside, his nose gently prodding the large glistening brown lips of her cunt. A few times his tongue darted out and licked her folds with long, wet slurps. Then he lifted his large head once more and gently placed his chin on her rump, just above the large tail.

She did not react at all. Within a second the large black stallion reared up behind her, his dick springing to full erectness in a flash. He stepped forward with his hind legs, placing his chest on top of her and grabbing her around the waist with his front legs.

“Here we go”, murmured tom, darted over to the large animals and grabbed the massive cock. The horse was big enough that its cock was on the level of Tom’s chest when he placed the fist sized tip in front of Fluffy’s twitching cunt.

With a thrust that could have shaken a lorry the stallion bucked his hips forward, impaling the mare on the massive rod. Female juice squirted out of her hole. Armageddon Commander stepped forth once more, slapping his hips against her rear. His large testicles swung heavily underneath him and he grunted. The muscles on his hind legs rippled with every forceful thrust and loud squelching noises mingled with deep grunts from the stallion. He lifted his head from one side to the other while he slammed himself forward over and over again then started nibbling the back of her neck right where the mane sprouted.

Ben’s eyes were glued to Fluffy’s labia. The lips followed the gigantic prick every time it was pulled back out as if they were trying their best to keep it inside, trapping it. A thick ring of cockflesh appeared and disappeared in the vast entrance of her cunt, then vanished entirely as the stallion slammed himself in one last time. The urethra bulged on the underside of the dick, every spurt was plainly visible. Ben felt his mouth go dry as he tried to count the spurts but gave up in frustration because they were too many.

With a deep, satisfied groan and a snort the stallion went limp. His head was hanging down over Fluffy’s back and resting somewhere at her elbow while he drew large lungfuls of air. His legs were hanging still while his dick slowly lost thickness. Gradually it stopped being a drainpipe, became as thick as an arm, then went even thinner. Rivulets of clear fluid dropped out of Fluffy’s cunt, pulled by the python that slowly retreated. It got stuck with the last bit and once more the stallion groaned in satisfaction. Fluffy bucked lightly, causing him to retreat. The saucer sized flare of the stallions tip popped free with a wet slurping sound, causing a waterfall of cum to run out of Fluffy’s cunt. Spreading her legs, her large belly flexed and squirted out a puddle so large it could have drowned a small animal. Large bubbles started to appear on the surface then popped with small noises.

Out of nowhere a stream of water clashed against Fluffy’s rear, causing her to clench her lips shut and stagger out of the way. Ben’s head whirled round to see Tom putting down a bucket.

“What was that for?”

“Well if you want a bigger chance of success, you want to make sure that she stops pumping out all that cum. To clench it up and keep it inside. All you have to do is throw some cold water on her.”

“Huh.” Ben looked over to watch Fluffy. She did indeed clench up several times, keeping the rest of the precious load inside.

“Would have done it sooner, but there was no water around. I needed to fill it first.” With his foot he shoved a bit of hay over the massive lake of white that was reflecting the moonlight. “A shame about all this.” Reaching over Tom untied the black stallion and stepped away, letting him sniff and lick Fluffy’s rear once more while the stallion’s rod was slowly retreating into its sheath, dribbling out a rivulet of cum along the way.

Tom stepped over to Ben, reached out and stroked Fluffy’s neck slowly. “I guess we let them try once more. To be on the safe side. Armageddon Commander will need a break now, but in half an hour he should be ready.” His eyes darted over to Ben and a smile appeared around the corners of his mouth. “Say, what was the deal with the crutches anyway? Why were you using them?”

“My doc said I should use them.”

“For a simple broken toe? That doesn’t make sense.”

“It does. If you think of me as someone who needs to learn how to take things slowly.”

“That might be a reason.” Smirking, Tom wandered over to a ball of hay and sat down. When there was no reaction from Ben he patted the hay next to him gently. “come on, I don’t bite. And there is nothing else to do in between anyway.”

Gingerly Ben sat down next to Tom, suddenly very aware of his closeness. All he would have to do was reach out and take his hand, he thought. Gently. As if it was a coincidence. It was a perfect excuse if Tom didn’t like it. But if he did like it, then… well.

“So you and the boss, huh?”

Startled, Ben turned to face Tom. In the darkness, Tom’s face seemed to be carved from marble and onyx. He looked almost unapproachable. “What gave you that idea?”

Tom shrugged. “Saw you two kiss the other day. Looked like you were eager about her. She seemed to be as well.”

“Mmh”, Ben murmured, his throat too tight to speak.

“Let me give you an advice. From one man to another. Do not get involved with her. She is not really the steady type. She is more like a bunny or a frog. Hopping from place to place and man to man. You will get hurt if you get attached.”

Squaring his shoulders, Ben looked down and started to play with a few threads of hay. “I am not into her”, he heard himself mumble.

“Really? Didn’t look like it. Looked more like you were rather eager to fuck her. Look, it’s for your own good okay? Don’t get involved. She is bad for business. In every sense of the word.”

“I am not interested in her all right? She came by today, I sent her away. I am not into her.” Seeing the raised eyebrows and Tom’s skeptical look, Ben carried on. “Look, I mean it okay? I am not into what she has to offer. I don’t like her tits, her ass or whatever she tends to constantly wave around. What?”, he asked when Tom leaned over to scrutinize him. His heart was beating in his throat. If only he could lean in, if only he found the courage to…

“What are you into then?”

“You”, he whispered barely audible before he could think about it.

“What?” Tom looked at him, startled.

“Nothing.” Hastily Ben got up and walked over to the stud who was nosily slurping from the bucket of water. He bent down as if to inspect if there was still water inside, causing the stallion to lift his massive head way over Ben’s head and look down at him. Water dripped from the muzzle as the stallion chewed on a few strands of wet hay that were still poking out of the sides of its mouth.

Steps came closer, stopping behind him. Scared of what he might see, Ben did not turn around and instead busied himself with the bucket. A pair of hands appeared left and right, lightly placing themselves around his hips. He jerked upright and round, staring into those brown eyes. In the darkness they appeared to be pitch black. When Tom stretched out his hand toward his face, Ben suddenly felt fear’s icy grip around his heart and leaned back. “What the fuck?”, he murmured, his business manner swallowing him in one big gulp. “What are you doing?”

“I was going to stroke your cheek but I can stop it if you like.”

Stroke his cheek? Ben felt his heartbeat quickening, hammering in his throat. Longing flashed through his body, but fear got the better of him. “Stop that, I am not gay”, he heard himself mumble.

“You aren’t?” In the semi darkness of the moonlight that shone down, Ben saw how Tom lifted an eyebrow. The smirk grew larger. “Then you must be blind. I have never seen a man reject Kate. Except of course if he was gay.”

“No.” Fearing for his reputation and fearing to be discovered, Ben stumbled away and leaned over the fence. He gripped it tightly, cursing himself for his foolishness. Out here no one knew him. But still he could not jump over his shadow. He could not simply… The train of thoughts had a sudden girder dropped in front of it when a hand placed itself lightly onto his back. Right between his shoulder blades. It hesitated for a moment, then slowly wandered up toward his neck. Strong fingers started to massage him. They wandered slowly over his shoulders, then slid down his arms and to his waist. Ben drew a shaking breath as those hands slowly traced the curve of his rib cage, wandered toward his chest and wrapped themselves around him. A long, hard shape pressed itself against Ben’s frame and he closed his eyes as Tom leaned against him. Something large placed itself gently against his bum, then snuggled between the crease of his butt cheeks. Closing his eyes, he released the breath he had been holding and for the first time, leaned back a little.

“Guess you are not out then. Just like me.”

Soft warm lips brushed over Ben’s neck, tracing the area behind his ear and causing him to shudder with pleasure. His hands gripped the fence hard, unsure how else to react. The muscular frame of Tom snuggled against his back was so pleasing that he did not want it to end. But at the same time he wanted more.

Tom took the decision out of his hands. Slowly, gradually, his lips wandered over Ben’s neck, following the line of the jaw and brushing over the light stubble there. “Ever kissed a man?”

“No”, he repeated, almost drunken with longing. When Tom’s hand found its way against his chin, he let himself be gently turned. Suddenly crotch to crotch with Tom, he shuddered in pleasure as he felt the hard bulge rub against his own. His breath was elevated when Tom pulled him over and leaned in. Almost helpless, he stood there. Unable to react in any way lest the spell may be broken. Quick as a snake Tom’s tongue darted out and licked over his lower lip, breaking the spell. With a moan Ben leaned in and wrapped his arms tightly around the other man. His lips pressed themselves against Tom’s, kissing him in wild, reckless abandon. When Tom’s tongue darted between his lips, he moaned and kissed him back, his fingers digging into Tom’s butt, jerking him against himself.

Gasping for air and pressing himself against Tom, he kissed as if his life depended on it. He got drunk from the sheer pleasure of the kiss. Never in his life had he felt like this before. Strong hands roamed through his short red hair, gently tugging him every now and then, jerking him close whenever he threatened to get away for too long.

When Tom started to pull away, Ben groaned in despair and dug his fingers into the other man’s back and butt, jerking him back. He hungered for more, would die if it ended, he just knew it.

“Ben… Ben”, breathed Tom between kisses. He was being ignored. Forcing himself against Tom, Ben threw all caution to the wind and clung to Tom like a drowning man.

Finally, Tom used a slow, but firm shove to separate Ben’s lips from himself. Laughing lightly, he drew his thumb over Ben’s swollen lips and looked into the seemingly black eyes. “It’s getting late.”

“No. No please, stay”, whispered Ben. “Please, I...” He stopped, when Tom’s thumb pressed lightly on his lips, sealing them.

“I know. But you know how it goes, right? One has to stop when it is the most fun.”

“That is just ridi-”, once more Ben was silenced.

“Shh. I promise I will come by tomorrow night. A lot earlier than today. And then we can continue a bit more.” Smiling, Tom let his hand brush over Ben’s cheek. “I never would have guessed, you know? You seemed to be all kisses and fondles with Kate.”

“That was just...”

“Shh, I know. Not real. But it sure convinced me. And I thought what a shame it was. Seeing that you would be wasted to women. Because I like you, you know? I liked what your grandfather had told me about you and I liked what I saw. Yesterday night I had almost jumped you when I saw you come out of the darkness of the hallway, you know?”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because I had more important things to take care of. Anyway, this is fine.”

“No, no it isn’t.”

Lifting an eyebrow, Tom stared at him. “It isn’t?”

“No. I want more. Much, much more. I feel like…” he broke off, suddenly unsure. “I feel like it will all turn out to be a dream if you leave now.”

“It won’t, trust me. But I really should be going now. It is getting late and I have to get the stallion back. And I rather prefer not to have sex on the fist date.” Tom let his fingers run down Ben’s chest, following the crease between the muscles. “Tempting as this might be. See you tomorrow.”

With a firm shove Tom pushed himself away from Ben and wandered over to Armageddon Commander, who was just finishing his second round with Fluffy. Once more he doused Fluffy’s backside with water, then he grabbed the large stallion by the rope and started leading him away.

“See you tomorrow.”

Credits

Special Thanks to:

Mayfryn who made the first pledge on 27. April 2018

Brandon who made the first pledge on 30. April 2018