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Jerek the Bold groaned as he awoke, mind sluggish and hazy. The horse's silver fur was damp with sweat, and the chill fall breeze that tickled against his bare body warned him that he'd been divested of his armor.

What was going on? He tried to focus, to cut through the morass clogging his mind, but it still took him several seconds to recall what he'd been doing: had just reached the tower of Vender Pall, a wizard the church believed to be dabbling in "scarlet magicks" - sexual spell-casting prohibited by the clergy. The last thing he remembered was reaching the sorcerer's home in the city's academic district, and announcing himself by banging on the elegantly-carved oak door at the tower's base.

Realizing the danger he could be in, the holy knight fought against the dizziness and tried to take in his surroundings. He lie upon a plush carpet near the edge of an expansive stone balcony; velvet chaises and expensive rugs adorned the circular terrace, and in the distance he could see the lights of the palace. His mace and shield rested a dozen feet away, leaning against the stone wall, next to an arched doorway that contained -

"Oh, you're awake, my pious captive," purred Vender, leaning in the archway nonchalantly; the silken robe he wore fluttered open in the breeze to reveal the ferret's umber-furred nudity.

Jerek lurched drunkenly to his feet, growling in anger, and without a word charged . . .

. . . err, stood stock still, glaring at the magician. The thick muscles of his legs quivered as he struggled to charge at his captor, and yet his body refused to obey. Even snarling out a furious, "What have you done, mage?" took an effort of will.

A delighted grin lit on the ferret's slim muzzle. "Splendid, it looks like the conditioning took perfectly!" Vender crowed, clapping his hands together gleefully. He slunk toward the stallion, apparently unconcerned by the murderous look in those ocher eyes, and carelessly ran a clawed finger through the warm valley of flesh that lie between the equine's broad pectorals. Unable to move even an inch, Jerek could only scowl as the lecherous wizard intimately caressed him, running his palms down the solid abs of the paladin's stomach before squeezing and massaging his steely biceps.

"Oh, you asked me a question," chirped the mage. "You triggered one of my simplest wards - quite foolish, given that your sect pretends to be wise in the ways of sorcery. After it rendered you unconscious, I brought you inside and . . . shall we say, made a few subtle adjustments using my mystical abilities."

"But it would be far more fun to show than tell, my well-built toy," he continued, cutting off the horse's indignant inquiries. With a snap of his fingers, the wizard strode back toward the doorway. Like a marionette, the knight followed, unable to resist the incantations controlling him. "Pick up your shield," commanded Vender, "and then walk to the edge of the balcony."

The battle-scarred kite shield emblazoned with the symbol of his god felt reassuring in Jerek's grip, and it gave him some slip hope of escape as he spun and marched to the wide stone railing. Behind him, the ferret called out an order to climb onto the balustrade; his body obeyed.

For a few moments, all was silent. He gazed down at the bustling crowd in the street at the tower's base, cheeks burning with shame as several of the figures glanced upward and then pointed, spotting the nude paladin; he could not understand their exclamations, but he knew they were remarking on the barren, scandalous state of his body.

Moving up behind him, the mage licked his lips and, with a smirk of triumph, commanded, "Now, Jerek - perform for me."

The pious equine could not stop himself from bellowing out, "People of Mysania! Look upon my beauty! Gaze at my straining muscles, at the raw masculinity of my massive sheath and at my orbs, so swollen with seed! Know that the ways of lust and licentiousness are greater than all the gods combined!" More and more faces turned up as he spoke, and as his words echoed across the city, he reached down with both hands and began fondling his sheath and sac.

"Yesssss..." hissed Vender, gently pleasuring himself as he watched his lewd machinations bearing fruit.

Or perhaps more correctly, they bore meat, as the horse's large shaft slid free into his own groping palm. The fleshy tube hardened quickly as the paladin stroked it, hips rocking and thrusting into his grip as he jerked himself off in full view of scores of citizens below. His mind raced in panic but he found no purchase on his will, the magical, implanted commands impenetrable even to his training. It only became more and more difficult as his mind began to burn with the pleasurable sensations emanating from his member. A moan, unbidden by the spells upon him, slipped from Jerek's lips, as he squeezed his orange-sized balls and milked his already-throbbing cock.

It took only a minute of masturbating, of being so lewdly on display, for the stallion's orgasm to crest. The broad, black head of his mottled, veiny dick flared wide as as saucer as a thick jet of cum sprayed forth; the geyser of jism sparkled in the city's lights as it rained down onto the crowd below. A few screams and curses rang out from the onlookers as a half-dozen more heavy volleys followed the first, painting the citizens with the horse's lust.

His body shuddering from climax, Jerek expected the mage to order him down. Instead, Vender just grinned and observed silently as the paladin's hands kept working his still-erect maleness. The semen that trickled down his shaft served only to lubricate his continued strokes, churning into a frothy cream as his ensorcelled body continued pleasuring itself even as his dick grew almost painfully sensitive.into his grasping fingers, unable to cease his lusty ministrations.

From behind him he heard the ferret's voice crooning, "You didn't think just once would be enough, did you? No, that's not nearly enough humiliation, my toy. There's hours of time left before my spells wane." He caressed the taut cheek of the horse's rump and added, "Besides, the same spell that now commands you flows out with your cum, paladin. Every innocent down there who found themselves anointed with even a drop of your -heh - sacrament will soon be shackled by the same lust charm I placed on you."

At that, tears sprang from the corners of the mighty paladin's eyes; not only was he to be laid low, but he would be the tool that spread Vender's foulness to the rest of the city! The humiliation exploded within him - and and his traitorous, pumping fist just redoubled its speed, the lather of his own corrupt fluids squelching so loudly with each stroke that it drowned out the noise of the crowd below. Even that knowledge proved insufficient to overcome the mage's control, and Jerek's body continued its ceaseless, lust ministrations. Another minute passed, and already Jerek felt that heat cresting within him again; the head of his stiff horsecock swelled outward, his flare growing as he approached another orgasm.

Without warning, his right arm flung out to his side and grabbed up his shield. Brandishing it for the crowd below to see, he slapped his iron pole upon the very blazon of his faith as he cried out, "S-see what I - mmmmfuck - what I think of the gods now!"

Jerek's second climax splattered audibly onto the pitted metal of his shield, oozing across the symbol of his god and obscuring it in sticky whiteness. His release was no less voluminous, and before his aching cock and burning nuts finished unloading upon it, its surface glistened not with metal, but with equine seed. Without a seeming care, the stallion threw the shield out over the crowd, droplets of his cum shimmering as they pinwheeled off its surface.

The broken knight heard Vender huffing and moaning behind him as the magician's load spattered against his firm rump and swinging nuts. The feeling of another man's seed on him only heightened his shame and, face blazing with embarrassment, Jerek choked down his pride and whined pleadingly, "P-please, no more, V-Vender. I - I..."

The ferret delivered a sharp smack to the cum-smeared cheek of the equine's rump before turning and heading back toward the doorway. As he strode off, Vender taunted over his shoulder, "No more? But you've only just begun, my toy. Once you've passed out from your little display, you may come back inside and rest."

Jerek heard the door close behind him. His body continued its licentious show, slick, seed-coated hands continuing to pump away at his tortured shaft. He wondered how long it would take him to fall unconscious from ceaseless and countless orgasms. It didn't really matter, though; he knew that his torment at the hands of the wizard had just begun.