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The grind at work had been terrible; the hours long and the effort daunting in the face of so many customers, but he was finally free.

Eric Costus pulled the top loop of his black apron up over his head and let the entire garment hang on his slender hips. His pink dress shirt was slightly disheveled, but it only took a moment of patting and pulling before he felt he looked proper again. The white horse loved the fit of this particular brand, and actively wore it as often as he could because of how it hugged his lithe torso. Paired with his tight fitting black jeans and the horse struck a pleasing figure.

The appreciative glances of the occasional customer reminded him of that every day.

"Off for the evening?" Charles asked, a slender arctic fox set his empty mug down on the table he sat at as the horse entered the small break room, pocketing his phone after a glance at the clock.

"Yup! Free for the next two days!" Eric exclaimed excitedly as he hung his apron up on a hook next to several similar garments.

"I'm jealous," Charles said, standing up to stretch before donning his own apron. "No chance you'd want to stay here so I can go home, eh?"

"Not on your life," Eric laughed, slipping on his light jacket before pulling his phone from its inner pocket. "This is what I'm headed off to, and there is no way I'm passing it up,"

He swiped open his screen and tapped on the app so many males across the city had installed whether they were gay, curious, or simply in denial. While theirs may have been secreted away amongst other appls in their menus, Eric's was unabashedly displayed on the main screen. Numerous messages were waiting for him, but the horse was after only one profile at the top of the list, and with an excited whip of his tail, he tapped it.

The last message was a picture of a dark brown torso, light from a nearby desk lamp highlighting the edges of six well-developed abs. Below them, at the base of the tantalizing 'V' shape flanking the abs, was a pair of grey sweatpants, tugged down only enough to expose a fat sheath and the flat, drooling head of a horse cock emerging from it. Above the picture was an address, and a command to go to it right after work.

"Hot damn," Charles stared at the image, his tail instinctively arching as he drank it in.

"Hot damn indeed," Eric chuckled, closing the app and pocketing his phone much to his friends dismay. "I'm going to savour the hell out of it for as long as he'll let me,"

"Point him my way when you're done, yeah?" Charles shook his head with a laugh, adjusting himself as he walked to the door.

"When I'm done with him!" The slender horse called back, laughing. He quickly jotted down his name and the time on the sign-out sheet next to the coffee shops backdoor exit, then slipped quickly out into the crisp evening air.

Eric's blood was rushing in his veins, ensuring the sharp bite of the mid-autumn wind only felt like a gentle spring breeze. The horse from the app lived only a few blocks from where he had spent the last ten hours brewing and serving coffee, and knowing what he was rushing to helped stave off the soreness of his legs and feet to make the journey seem like only moments had passed. A familiar rush of adrenaline was beginning to flood his system at the prospect of a rough lay, and it made him giddier than usual.

The young horse opened the app again, ignoring the few new messages that had popped up, and sent a simple 'here' to his new friend. He had gauged how long it would take him to clear the last block against how long his hookup would take to get to his door, and wasn't far off on his arrival. After only a few moments of standing on the sidewalk, the front door to the small apartment complex opened, and a tall brown horse beckoned him inside.

No names had been exchanged between them during their initial contact, and that anonymity remained as Eric's host simply turned around and led him up to the third floor of the building. He didn't mind at all, of course, especially now that he was getting a full view of the older stallion's toned backside as he ascended the stairs ahead of him.

The fabric of his sweatpants hugged each perfectly formed mound of flesh like a second layer of fur, and it took every ounce of willpower Eric had not to reach out and cup them. From how the horse had talked to him over the app, such an act would likely cost him his chance to be pinned by the larger equine. Some guys just couldn't handle being handled.

The only other articles of clothing his host wore was an open jogging jacket with a black tank top underneath. Those, too, hugged the curves of his biceps and pecs similarly to how his pants cradled his backside, and the entire sight had Eric straining in the pair of panties he was told to wear for the encounter. All the stops would have to be pulled out if he wanted to get this guy hooked on him and call him back, and that's exactly what Eric hoped to accomplish.

Upon reaching the third and uppermost floor, the older horse walked straight up to his door, not even bothering to make sure Eric had been following him, and stepped inside. Eric followed dutifully, his long tail flicking in anticipation while his brain worked through dozens of images of him pinned under the larger horse on his bed, his couch, against the wall... If he hadn't been wearing panties specifically made with male horses in mind, he'd have torn through the dampened fabric already.

Almost everything inside of the modest apartment screamed one word to Eric as he entered: college. A decent number of empty bottles, both beer and liquor, were stacked neatly in the bottom of the closet to his immediate right, with a full two-four sitting opposite them in the small alcove. There were a few dirty dishes in the sink, one of which had, by the look of it, held macaroni and cheese at one point; a staple of many students. Beyond the kitchen was a small dining area barely big enough to fit a square table against one wall with three chairs pushed in around it.

From the living room came the sounds of some sports game, Eric couldn't tell what it was considering he couldn't tell if a 'strike' was part of football or hockey. He'd never find out one way or another, as his host called him out of his thoughts from down the hallway to his right.

"Get in here," The horse demanded, and Eric immediately switched from exploration mode, to servitude.

He was lying on a queen sized mattress taking up most of the floorspace in his room, one arm behind his head, while the other was hidden under the band of his sweatpants. He was obviously playing with himself, and the defined length of his cock snaking down one of his pant legs left no allusions to how aroused he was.

Eric didn't need prompting at that point.

He dropped his jacket from his shoulders, letting it pool around his hooves before he moved to unbutton his dress shirt. The slim shape of his body had been what attracted the other horse in the first place; he could easily be mistaken as a filly if he was clothed and done up right. Where Eric's host was covered in peaks of muscle, Eric himself was as smooth as a stone from a riverbed.

"Turn around when you take your pants off," His host ordered, a dark stain near the top of his knee forming quickly as he continued to stroke himself. "You wearing them?"

Eric turned around, giving the other horse a feminine chuckle. "Maybe,"

He undid the button of his tight black jeans, and pulled down the zipper. Looking over his shoulder to find the jocks eyes locked firmly on his backside, he hooked his thumbs into the belt loops at his hips and pulled the garment down.

With how snugly the pants were designed to fit, he never understood exactly why they had bothered with belt loops at all. At least they made getting them off easier.

"Fuck," The horse moaned from his reclined position. It made Eric smile, and his trapped cock throb.

His pants pooled around his ankles and he stepped out of them, leaving him clad only in a pair of black lace panties that were a sharp contrast to his snow white fur. The fabric rolled over his hips before disappearing between the cleft of his plush cheeks and under his twitching tail. Eric reached his hands back to take a firm grip of his ass, massaging each mound for a moment before releasing them, letting them bounce slightly before turning around.

His cock was straining in the tight pouch of his underwear, and it was doing a heroic job of keeping all but his dripping precum contained.

"Get over here and get to work, filly," The reclining horse said, removing his hand from his pants and in so doing, allowed his massive shaft to bounce upwards to tent the fabric obscenely.

Eric stepped over to the mattress, dropping down to his hands and knees to crawl over the jocks slightly spread legs. The scent of the powerful male was making him ache, and it only got worse when he freed the throbbing cock before him. A long shimmering strand of precum led from his thigh to the tip, and Eric wasted no time in swiping it up with his tongue.

He traced his way up from base to tip, slowly exploring every vein, every inch of that pillar of equine pride, savouring not only the taste of the jock, but the scent of him as well. Here, he was drowning in his musk, and he wanted nothing more at that point than to be bred again and again by the throbbing tool so perfectly designed for the task.

The jock, unsurprisingly, had other plans, though they still worked well with what Eric was lusting for.

His mane was gripped in a strong hand, pulling him back only enough so he could maneuver his dripping dick to Eric's trembling lips, smearing his pre across his cheek in the process. The smaller horse gulped in anticipation.

The wide wet head pressed against his lips, and as soon as he permitted it entry into his drooling muzzle, the hand gripping his mane tightened and forced him down. His usual confidence was shaken to its core as the fat shaft was forced to the back of his throat, and only through a moment of panic had Eric been able to realize the threat before drawing in as much air as he could through his nose.

Gagging slightly, Eric willed himself to relax, his throat convulsing around the throbbing intruder which only served to allow more to push in. The jock's grip on his mane wasn't letting up either; it just kept pulling him down. Even with as wide as his lips were being stretched, how tightly they were sealed around the pulsing pillar, the young horse could feel his saliva running in rivulets down the remaining few inches of his hosts cock. It soaked into the thicker patch of fur at its base and dripped down the two apple sized balls between his legs.

Eric felt tears running from his eyes, the urge to cough growing in him as a desperate attempt to free his blocked airways of the large obstruction, but he fought it down as best he could. He was... nearly... there!

His nose pressed into the jock's pubic fur, his scent suddenly so much stronger than before. The end of his muzzle was wet with his own saliva gathered from the fur as the brown horse began grinding himself up into his aching throat, forcing more tears and a half formed moan. Of course, such an invasion couldn't be sustained.

Eric's brain began overriding his lust, alerting his body that oxygen was needed desperately. While he tried to pull back, tapping on the jock's thigh, the older horse simply held him there and keep humping up into his muzzle uncaringly. His tail whipped in agitation, and he pressed his hands against the horse's thighs, trying to pull himself off the suffocating pole of flesh.

It took several long moments, a small eternity to Eric, for the jock to pull him off his glistening dick. He even rewarded the gasping equine with a wet slap across the muzzle with his bludgeoning tool. "Good filly," He said soothingly, though Eric barely registered it as he quickly gulped in air. The jock pushed him to the side, sitting himself up onto his knees while the young equine was still recovering from his near blackout.

His hand came down hard on Eric's backside, making his ass bounce for the horse now happily looming over the gasping youth before him. The sight of the thin strip of black lace that slid between his plush white cheeks made the jock smile, and another glob of precum dripped from his slightly flaring head to land on the soft fur below. He brought both hands down on those bouncing, reddening cheeks again, squeezing them and parting them, happy to see the youth's tail flick out of the way for his viewing pleasure.

The fur between his cheeks and along his taint was shorter, letting the ebony of his skin show through to blend with the black lace. Eric let out a cough as he finally started to come down from his struggles, but the large brown horse didn't pay attention to him. His eyes were focused on the tensing black tail hole winking at him once he pulled the thin fabric aside.

"I'd offer you a chance to back out," He said, slicking one of his fingers with a combination of his precum and Eric's saliva. "But from what we talked about online, you're looking forward to this more than I am,"

The youth gasped when he felt the stallion's finger press inside him, sinking in to its base right away. A second was already working its way inside as Eric let out a pained gasp, some small part of his mind cursing his libido for getting them into such an uncomfortable situation.

Spreading his hole to work in a third finger, the jock spat between the horses cheeks, watching his saliva run down over his fingers to make the process easier. His cock flexed, slapping up between Eric's thighs and connecting with his now soaked, lace covered package. The cursing voice in Eric's head shut up immediately when he was reminded just what he was working with and why he had come in the first place.

"Fuck me," The young horse gasped, his tail swished, and he pressed himself back onto the hoss's fingers, effectively begging for more attention.

"What's that, filly?" He grinned, leaning down next to Eric's twitched ear.

"Fuck me," Eric repeated, his bright green eyes locked with the deep amber of his host. "Please, fuck your little mare!"

"Oh don't worry," The stallion chuckled, returning to his position behind his new toy. "Think I've had enough foreplay for now anyways,"

Eric's back stiffened as the probing fingers of the brown horse behind him withdrew, only to be replaced by the broad, flaring head of his cock. Another glob of spit landed between his cheeks, and was immediately smeared over his tail hole and mixed with the horses copious amounts of precum.

"Let's hope your ass can handle a cock better than your muzzle," The jock said, his hands gripping Eric's waist firmly before pressing forward.

The broad head of his cock pressed into the white horses tail hole, but in spite of all his work, Eric's ring resisted his entrance. The long mottled shaft bent slightly against the resisting muscle, before slipping up between his damp cheeks. A growl from behind him made Eric shudder, before he was pushed forward to let the hoss realign his shaft with his soaked hole.

With another firm press, and a great deal of effort on the youth's part to relax, the flaring head breached his tail ring, and Eric couldn't help but let out a high pitched gasp. The jock gave him only a few moments to adjust before pressing forward, sinking his throbbing cock inch by inch into his squirming partner.

Eric's shaking arms gave out in no time, and he buckled, the top of his head resting on the soft mattress while his weight came to rest on his forearms. From his new vantage point, he could see a string of his own precum soaking through the lace of his panties, swinging gently with the larger horses slow pushes before falling to the sheets below. Behind that, a true feast for his eyes that made every ounce of his initial discomfort worth while.

The jock's low hanging orbs were perfectly proportional to the rest of his package. Easily the size of any large apple, swaying with each movement of the stallion they belonged to as he adjusted his position. The sight of them made Eric flush with heat, and his backside relaxed enough that the last half of his hosts cock simply sank into his depths without a fuss.

Eric moaned loudly, his eyes screwing shut at the pressure within him and the ache under his tail. Seeing those huge orbs though set his mind at ease quicker than anything else, even as the horse mounting him slapped his ass again with an appreciative whinny.

It robbed Eric of his breath when the jock began properly fucking him. That first withdrawal was done with an agonizing slowness, but the return was fast and hard. Two massive balls slapped up against his package each time the stallion bottomed out in the whimpering youth, and Eric was sure that his hips were going to be bruised with how tightly the jock was gripping him.

The stallion bottomed out in Eric again and again for what felt like hours, but in reality was only about ten minutes. Wet smacks resounded in the small room, along with Eric's breathless whimpers as he was brutally mounted and bred like the mare his host wanted him to be. His thighs were dripping with precum, and his panties, stretched as far from his body as the snug fabric would allow by his erection, were thoroughly soaked with his own fluids.

Eric wanted desperately to relieve himself. He was sweating, his arms and legs were shaking uncontrollably as he finally collapsed forward onto his chest. The jock, on the other hand, was still full of vigour even as he rapidly approached his orgasm.

"Take it you little fucking mare," He grunted, eyes closed as he used his own legs to pry Eric's further apart. His hands moved up to grip the younger horses shoulders, yanking him roughly back against his thrusts, which had become short and fast but no less jarring.

The last third of the horses cock, the thickest, was slamming into Eric with such force and speed that his limbs turned to jelly. Truly he was now no more to the jock than a warm cock sleeve, willing and worked over to the point that his cock had no issues rearranging his insides any longer.

"Fuck," His thrusts became harder and shorter. "Get ready bitch,"

Eric couldn't have prepared himself even if he wanted to. His body wasn't responding to his brain it was so exhausted. All he could do was gasp when the horse finally hilted himself under his tail with one last, spine jarring thrust as he began unloading a torrent of cum. He could almost feel the head of the jock's shaft flaring inside of him, forcing a flood of stallion seed into the deepest parts of his battered body.

Aftershocks wracked the stallion as he grabbed Eric's slim arms at the elbows, pulling back on them so the horse's upper body lifted from the mattress entirely. Every fat inch of horse cock twitched inside him as he rode out the jocks orgasm snugly fitted into his saliva, precum, and jizz soaked lap.

Eric's head slumped forward as he panted, taking in the sight of his stretched and soaked underwear jutting from his body above his hosts massive sack.

"You're sticking around tonight," It wasn't a question or a request. "I'm going to clean myself up. You can too, but you're ass is back in this bed when you're done,"

The feminine horse sucked in a breath to steady himself, intent on giving a reply, but his words caught in his throat as he was pushed forward again. The jock dragged his cock free of his new toy, spilling his load over Eric's thighs and onto the bedraggled sheets below, soaking them in moments. He sat back, hands squeezing the horse's reddened cheeks one last time before giving them each another swat, then standing up to make his way out to the bathroom.

To Eric's credit, he didn't pass out right then and there, though every part of his body screamed for rest. The bedroom was very warm to begin with, but now with how hot the horse had gotten, the air around him felt positively chilly, especially when he felt a slight breeze between his legs over his ravaged tail hole.

It was only the distant sound of a shower turning on that kept Eric awake, longing for the heat of the cleansing water. He was looking forward to spending the night, but he wasn't entirely certain that was because he was looking forward to another ravaging, or if he was simply just too exhausted to leave.

**

Twice during the night, Eric was roused from his exhausted sleep to get his host off.

The first time was shortly after his shower, when he had been pressed up against the larger horse's side, his long muzzle resting atop the others broad chest. He awoke to his hand being pushed down under the thin sheets, his fingers instinctively wrapping around the throbbing cock that had just recently been plowing him into a mindless stupor. The end result was the exhausted Eric swallowing an only slightly diminished load of cum down his sore throat.

Five-thirty in the morning was the second round. Eric had been sleeping fitfully facing away from the other horse, lying comfortably on his stomach, when he was roused by the weight of his host rolling over on top of him. There was no ignoring the pillar of meat wedged between his tender cheeks, but he couldn't escape the vice-like hug the other horse had him in. The jock had begun to grind himself hard against Eric, forcing the younger equine's own shaft against the soft bed beneath him, the slip of the fabric the only attention his own cock had gotten since he had arrived.

For over ten minutes he was forced to grind into the soft sheets beneath him, while his ass and lower back were soaked with precum by the jock on top of him, but just as he was about to climax at long last, Eric felt his entire back splattered with the jock's third load. The grunting equine on top of him kept grinding into his wet fur, and had eventually rolled off in order to make Eric clean him off.

Normally, Eric would have been more than happy at the treatment, but all of his previous partners had at least worked his cock just as hard as he worked theirs. He may have been a submissive bottom, but that didn't mean he enjoyed the almost painful case of blue balls that was being forced on him now. He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, his cock still fully outside of his sheath while his host snored away on his stomach next to him.

It was rude not to at least offer a hand in return for all of the work he had done over the course of the night. While the rough, degrading treatment turned him on, it still rubbed him the wrong way to be so thoroughly ignored in that regard. It put Eric into a dark mood, and one that inspired him to delve into a side of himself he rarely, if ever, found himself exploring.

His host seemed to have finally spent all of his energy. He didn't so much as shift in his sleep as Eric crawled over him and stood up from the bed, his cock hanging out from his slim body with a glob of precum falling towards the floor. Ideas ran through his mind, one of the loudest and most reasonable telling him to just get himself dressed and leave as fast as he was able to.

Eric shook that idea from his head. There was a lesson to be learned here, and the young horse found himself wanting to be the one to teach it for once.

Shuffling around the discarded clothes strewn across the floor of the bedroom, he found a pair of the jock's pants, complete with a belt still looped into them. Eric found himself smiling at the lessons he had been taught by an old friend of his that had included how to tie someone up in just the right way with whatever was available at the time. A silent search through the open closet provided him two more belts, and Eric found his heart beating rather strongly at the realization he could actually pull off what he intended.

Eric was going to cure his blueballs, and he was going to teach this jock a lesson while he did it.

Looking back to the bed and his gently snoring host, the youth couldn't suppress a devious grin from spreading over his muzzle. It was short lived however as he realized there was a problem with his plan. The way the other horse was lying down on his stomach, with his arms askew.

One was lying down at the his side; the easiest one, Eric figured. The other was bent upwards so that his forearm rested next to his pillow right in front of his long muzzle. Eric wasn't entirely sure if he could manage to lift the limb let alone drag it to where it needed to be behind the stallion's back without waking the jock. He shuddered at the prospect. This stallion was not the type who would appreciate this, and Eric was resolved to teach him his lesson, or at least make the attempt. If he couldn't get the belts where he needed them, then he would cut his losses and run.

The first step would be the most difficult, and Eric's heart was hammering in his chest as he knelt by the head of the bed his host slumbered on. Sleeping as he was, with his eyes shifting on occasion behind his closed lids, Eric might have thought he was just a handsome prince. Beneath that peaceful exterior, though, was an aggressive brute.

Eric licked his lips and reached his hand out, gingerly wrapping his fingers around the stallion's wrist. His eyes were locked on the dark brown horse's closed lids, paranoid at every movement and flicker of muscle. With a gentleness he didn't know he was capable of, Eric sucked in a deep breath and began to slide his hosts arm out from its position in front of his muzzle.

Out and out he pulled until his arm was perpendicular with his large body. Eric let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding, over the moon with himself that this small success had worked out without his host even grumbling. Now, he had to twist his arm to complete the journey to bring the limb back down along his side so he could loop a belt around them and tie them together.

A grunt made Eric freeze in terror, and he nearly fell back from the bed as his host shifted on the mattress. The arm that he had so carefully moved from its resting place shot up to the older stallion's muzzle to scratch at his nose before flopping back down along his side. As much as Eric wanted to celebrate that stroke of luck, he had to wait for his heart to stop hammering through his chest. His cock was hanging halfway out of his sheath, softened by the stress he was subjecting himself to in order to get his revenge, but it began to stiffen once again as he steadied himself and got back to work.

With agonizing slowness, Eric rested both of the jock's wrists on the small of his back and cinched them together with one of the belts; then he shifted lower to do the same with his ankles. Calling upon his experiences with his friend that had shown him the ropes of bondage.

Eric knew he wouldn't be able to get fancy with the remaining belt, but what he planned didn't require it. He just needed to be extra careful as he gingerly reached between the stallion's legs. It had taken him ten minutes just to get to this point, and while his host had shown no signs of waking, Eric still felt more nervous than he ever had before as his hand slid the end of the belt between the jock's strong thighs and around the base of his plump sack. Withdrawing his hand, he reached down once again to the other side of the hot purse to retrieve the belt end and pulled it back up. He inserted the end and pulled it enough to close snugly around the stallion's sack, then tied the other end to the belt restraining his wrists.

The young horse sat back, finally allowing himself to breathe normally now that the hardest part of his entire plan had been completed. If the jock tried to wrestle him off, the belt around his balls would tighten, and he'd find himself more and more uncomfortable until it turned into simple pain. It was a good enough insurance for Eric to keep the larger male in line for him to make use of, especially since he could simply pull the belt himself and tighten it on his own.

Eric was fully erect again as he straddled his hosts bound legs, his cock curving down to lightly bounce and throb between the jock's dark brown thighs. Idly, he wondered if he should be doing this at all. By all accounts, it was wrong, but he pictured the aggression and uncaring use he had endured during the night. As those images played back in his mind, his cock throbbed, leaving trails of precum over the larger equine's thighs and his lust began working in tandem with his urge for payback. The coupling of those two states burned away any doubts he had before long, and Eric happily began stroking himself, smearing his own fluids over his painfully erect shaft to lube himself up.

He could likely have found actual lube in the bedside table, but he was already in the position he wanted to be in, and given his current state, his sense of mercy had all but abandoned him. With only saliva and pre to lube him, and a general lack of experience to topping, Eric was sure his host's rough treatment of him would be paid back in full.

This jock would learn the hard way that he shouldn't mess with a determined bottom.

Eric leaned forward, his eyes locked on the two toned mounds of flesh under the stallion's tail, suddenly aware of just how much he had likely been teasing guys by simply wearing tighter pants in public. Each hill of black furred muscle looked hard as rock, but when he reached out with his free hand to cup one cheek, he found it plush and pliable and a true delight to simply squeeze. Leaning further down, he let a glob of saliva drip from his lips into the cleft between both cheeks, and slipped the head of his cock in after to work it in to the fur and the tight tail hole he was about to break in.

The rush of having control over this brute had consumed Eric so much, that when a groan sounded from his host, the younger equine didn't so much as flinch.

"Whass happen..." The jock started groggily from his sleep, his arms the first to shift as he awoke.

"I suggest you don't move," Eric said calmly, giving the stallion's restraints a light tug to highlight the vulnerable position he was now in. "Your balls won't thank you if you fight back,"

He wasn't sure where this attitude of his had come from, but he was loving it all the same.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" A dangerous anger laced the jock's words as he tried to turn his head more to see Eric behind him, his senses clearly snapping to full attention as he realized what was going on. "You un-fucking-tie me right the fuck now!"

"I'll untie you," Eric smiled coyly at the horse, leaning over his back to grind his shaft against his ass. "But only after I'm done taking my reward for putting up with your... rudeness, let's call it,"

"What the fuck are you talking about kid?" The feeling of Eric's cock between his cheeks had taken some of the anger out of the jock's voice, replacing it with something Eric recognized from his first few forays into his sexuality.

Nervousness. Fear. The realization of powerlessness.

"I was more than happy to be your little cock sleeve like we discussed through the app," Eric moaned happily as he ground his hips against the stallion's ass. "But you hogged all the attention for yourself. I like it rough, don't get me wrong, but it's considered good etiquette to reward your bottom after you treat them so brutally,"

"You wanted to get fucked and I wanted to fuck!" He responded, suddenly shifting as he tried to escape his bonds. "You didn't say anything about-- Ah, fuck!"

The belt looped around his sack tightened with his movements, constricting and reminding the stallion of the precariousness of his position.

"This is a teachable moment," Eric pulled his hips back enough for his cock to bounce freely, only pressing forward again to find the likely virgin tail hole soaked in pre and saliva. "Learn your lesson, and be thankful I'm not a brute like you,"

He found the jock's hole and pressed his hips forward, not surprised at the level of resistance he encountered. Some guys were just too fragile to handle taking what they gave out.

"The more you resist, the more it's going to hurt," Eric cooed, persisting so that every time the jock's muscles relented even a fraction, his cock slipped forward and prevented his ring from gaining the lost ground. "When you hear me say that, you should probably take it to heart considering I'm better at this than you,"

"I'm going to fucking break your goddamn arms," The stallion, now far more wary of the belt around his sack, shot a venomous look at Eric, and the younger equine felt a temporary surge of fear.

It was short-lived, however.

The horses's tail ring couldn't keep up its resistance indefinitely, especially against the constant pressure exerted on it from Eric's ebony length. In one faltering moment of weakness, the muscle relaxed enough for Eric's cock to sink in several inches all at once, and they both gasped. Eric felt phenomenal as his host's hot, velvety insides tensed and slid along the first half of his cock right up to his medial ring, while the jock beneath him simply shouted in pain.

"I told you to relax," Eric panted happily, gently working his hips to help the stud get accustomed to what he had inside of him. "Could've been a lot more enjoyable,"

"Fuck you!" The stallion shot back, wincing with his eyes screwed shut. "Fuck!"

"Good horsey," Eric teased, surprised at himself. "Swearing helps to lessen pain, it blocks it out so you can make your escape from whatever caused it. Not that you're going anywhere,"

He was surprised at himself for remembering that bit of trivia from a friend of his interested in psychology. Eric had wanted this to be a teachable moment, and the idea of sharing some actual facts to the jock beneath him made him even more giddy, like a teacher instructing his student to become more aware, to become better. Of course, that also played to the role of him being in charge of this other male, and that pushed Eric to sink himself into the stallion further, past his medial ring and closer to the fat base of his cock.

"Enjoying your lesson, big guy?" Eric sighed happily as he felt his crotch come flush with the jock's ass, resting his body against the other male as he savoured the whole situation. "I know I am,"

His host was silent aside from a few grunts and groans, his eyes still shut as he was likely trying to picture himself somewhere, _any_where else to distract him from the discomfort. Eric knew that feeling well enough. He didn't doubt for a moment that anyone who ever bottomed had had experiences where they had bitten off more than they could chew but opted to tough it out until the end as if their pride were on the line.

He spent the next few minutes simply grinding himself forward against the jock's ass, savouring every twitch and squeeze of his hot, tight tunnel around his cock. It was likely an odd sight, to see such a slim twink like Eric mounting and humping the larger, muscular stallion, and he suddenly wished he had a way of capturing the moment for posterity. That was when he noticed the jock's phone on the nightstand.

It took him several moments and a few adjustments to reach the device, and in reaching for it, he was forced to push himself as deep into his host as he could manage in order to close the distance. He wasn't even aware he was doing it until the stallion below him groaned loudly.

Triumphantly, Eric lifted himself away from the heat of the other equine's body, pressing the power button on the phone and finding it marvelously without a password to lock it. He slipped one hand onto the back of the stallion's thick neck and opened up the device's camera, holding it back far enough above them to capture the entire scene minus the horse's head and much of his own body.

Holding it out over the side of the bed, he switched it to selfie mode and snapped a picture of himself in his position of absolute control. There was no way any of his friends would believe him, otherwise. Besides, he had the courtesy to leave the other horse's head out of the shot, so no one would ever be the wiser.

With the images captured, Eric opened up the hookup app they had first met on, and sent the images to his own profile before deleting them off of the jock's phone.

Those images would be for him alone. Him, and whoever he wanted to show, that is.

As that small task was finished, Eric turned his full attention back to the jock beneath him, setting his slender hips back to grinding against the equine's ass. Only a few inches of his cock moved at a time, but with the thrill of what he was doing mingling with the painful pressure of having been denied his own orgasms the night before, he knew just a few inches of movement would be more than enough.

With that in mind, Eric resolved to take full advantage of his situation.

"I'm going to go hard now," He leaned forward and whispered sweetly into his host's flicking ear. "Think the big strong stallion can tough it out for another minute or two?"

Without waiting for a response, Eric pulled away and started to fuck the larger male beneath him. He didn't care at this point if the jock could take it or not as he had been given more than enough time to adjust to the intrusion. Besides, it's not like Eric was afforded the luxury of gentle care.

His hands gripped the jock's broad shoulders as his hips pulled farther and farther back after each hard thrust, filling the room with a lewd wet smack as his crotch connected with the others ass. Eric let out a constant stream of feminine gasps and groans as he pleasured himself in a way he rarely ever considered doing. The jock below him grunted with each hard slam forward, his thick fingers gripping his sheets so tightly, Eric thought he might rip them apart. Every muscle on the stallion was tensed, and the young horse found himself entranced by the shifting shapes of his form as they shifted beneath his short fur.

It was glorious, and it helped speed Eric to his climax.

The horse humped forward, gasping as his balls drew up against his body and a flood of cum erupted from his throbbing cock. Eric's eyes shut tight and even the groans of the stallion beneath him couldn't penetrate the haze that descended over him. He felt each burst of cum travel through his pulsing cock and splatter the insides of the tensing tail hole, as if his brain would only accept those sensations at the expense of all others.

Eric collapsed forward, his hips constantly grinding and humping as he desperately tried to milk himself dry, to fill up every available inch of space within his unwilling partner. He spent the next few moments panting, his eyes still closed as he drank in the feeling of the jock's ass continuing to weakly squeeze around him. Curiosity suddenly spiked in him, and the twink slid a hand under the bulk of his shuddering host to find a massive wet patch beneath his stomach.

He had just fucked a stallion to the point of a hands-free climax.

Granted, most of the work was likely done by the constant grind against the soft bedsheets beneath him, but Eric was still going to count it.

The soft panting beneath him brought the young horse out of his proud reverie, and he decided it was time for him to make good his departure. He pulled himself back, watching with reverence as his ebony shaft slipped free from a now slightly gaping, de-virginized tail hole. He took a moment to watch some of his seed flow back down over the stallion's large bound sack, leaned down to kiss each of his cheeks, then removed himself from the bed.

His glistening cock was already almost fully retreated into his sheath by the time he found his panties and slipped them on, followed by his pants, then dress shirt. He looked at his host, still lying prone on his bed in his own puddle of cum, locking eyes with the larger male.

"You're... You can't just leave me tied up like this!" He grunted, his eyes softer than they had been before, but still making Eric tense with fear of reprisal.

"Don't worry," The twink said, stepping forward and undoing the belt around his sack. "There. You can wriggle your way out of the ones around your wrist easily enough in time,"

Eric knew he was being generous with the claim, but the point was to give him plenty of time to leave before the jock could catch him.

"You son of a bitch!" The stallion yelled, struggling and writhing on the bed as Eric calmly left the bedroom and made for the front door. "I'll fucking--."

He pulled the door closed behind him, and immediately started down the stairs at a brisk pace.

Eric wanted nothing more at that point than to get home, shower, likely masturbate, and track down his best friends for a gossip and wine session. He couldn't believe that he had just done what he did, but he felt giddy beyond belief. This was a high that he imagined he could ride for the rest of the week, if not longer.

**

"Double shot mocha for Sarah," Eric said with a smile as he reached out from behind the counter to hand the beautifully crafted drink to a lemur girl standing on the other side.

She smiled and thanked him before walking away to rejoin her friends at the back of the cafe, a small group of furs that had been there since before he had started his shift. It was slow enough this evening that after making that one drink, Eric found himself without much else to do beyond wipe down the counter and generally try to look busy while Charles finished whatever he had been doing in the back of the shop.

The fox joined his friend at the counter, the two leaning back against the counter and looking out over the few patrons that worked away at whatever they were doing.

"So, been back to that jock's place?" Charles asked, gently elbowing Eric with a grin.

"Nope!" Eric said without a hint of regret. "I doubt I'll ever get invited to that particular party ever again after what went down,"

"Shame, he had a great body," The fox chuckled. "Though I guess I should thank you for not sending me his way after the way he treated you. I don't think I'm strong enough to handle that kind of treatment just yet,"

Eric had told Charles about the entire ordeal, sparing no details and even covering the events of the following morning. The two had laughed and openly chided each other throughout, as only best friends would during such lewd recollections.

"Well, hopefully he'll be treating his bottoms with a bit more respect from now on," The equine laughed, burying his muzzle in his hands as he tried to fight off a blush at the sheer madness of what he had pulled off.

"I doubt it, man," The arctic fox patted his friend on the backside before moving towards the back of the shop to begin their closing chores. "Guys like that tend to not learn their lessons from what I understand,"

"True enough," Eric chuckled, moving back to the cash register to start counting out their till.

The slim horse had just finished counting and noting the numbers down in the ledger when someone approached the register and coughed. Eric looked up, and his blood ran cold.

Standing before him, towering over the twink, was the dark brown horse he had slept with a week ago. The one he had tied up and fucked as revenge for not paying attention to his needs, something that he shouldn't have even expected given the fact that it had just been a random hookup to begin with.

His mouth dropped open as he tried to speak, but all that came out were choked, half-formed sounds as each word died on his tongue.

"Hey," The stallion said, his face betraying no hint of anger or disgust towards Eric.

"H-h-hey..." The young equine responded, still frozen in place.

How the hell did he not see this jock sitting amongst the group at the back of the cafe? How could he possibly have missed him? The horse figured that such a male would remain burned into his memory for the rest of his life, easily recognizable among others given what had transpired between them? Eric was thinking himself into a panic, though his thoughts were derailed when the jock spoke again.

"So, did you want to come over again?"