Bill's secret pleasures
Bill's secret pleasures
M/stallion, anal, fisting, lube, gloves
This story involves the anal pleasuring of a male non-anthro animal in manners which some individuals may find disturbing, disgusting, repulsive, morally reprehensible or just plain sick. If you cannot stand this concept please operate the "back" button or "close" button of your browser accordingly. If you choose to continue reading and are disgusted, upset, mentally raped, or horrified by what you read, tough shit - you had your chance to leave. If you are under the age of consent in your jurisdiction you probably shouldn't be reading this. If you are an adult and you found your child read this, don't go whining to me that you provided inadequate parental supervision or that you weren't competent enough to allow your child to answer their own questions about their own sexuality in an appropriate manner at their own pace.
So without further ado.... Bill's secret pleasures.
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He came to the gate when I approached with his usual casual ambling walk, then leaned his head over the top rail for some attention.
"No, you daffy bastard... we're not going out for a ride today," I said as I reached up to knucklerub up and down his forehead. "Now back up so I can get in," I told him as I undid the chain on the gate. He backed up placidly and shook his head and neck, causing a bit of dust to waft in the breeze from his mane.
Having closed the gate I walked through the partially-open door of the barn. He stuck his head in after me but didn't enter. I ducked into the cleanup room just off the main aisle to grab a few things and tucked them in my pockets. I then quickly stroke out and headed to the far end of the barn and whistled for him. There was really no need for that for as soon as he heard the crinkle of plastic in the clean-up room he was through the door and following right behind me, heading for that special stall - the video stall.
I flipped on the lights and we entered. The video stall is well-lit, more than spacious, and has two posts that are set about 30 inches apart and run floor-to-ceiling, about centered on one axis of the room. They're really for a set of stocks that weren't assembled at the moment, but make for good cross-tie standards too. The whole stall is rigged for video-recording things from multiple angles with mulitple cameras running simultaneously. There are additional light fixtures on posable arms to get appropriate lighting in all the right places for the best videos possible in a single take. "C'mon Bi...." I don't even need to finish my sentence as Kaiser Bill moved into position to stand placidly with his head between the two posts, waiting. Apparently he wanted this as badly as I had guessed. I didn't even bother to tie him, having seen he was mentally ready for what was to come....
His tail had been swishing softly from side to side, but after a pat on the rump I grasped it and start wrapping it from the base with the bandage I had grabbed from the clean-up room, knowing it'd allow a far better view of things to the cameras that were already recording everything we were doing. He shifted about a bit on his hindfeet as I did so, his nervousness was showing but he showed no meaningful signs of moving.
"Easy there Billy.... you know what's happening..." I murmured softly as I bunched up the dark hairs which stand out from his dappled gray hide. Having wrapped only the base of his tail, I held it aside for a moment, pinning it to his rumpcheek as I fixed the end of the tailwrap in place, but also having revealed to the camera his dark donut that seemed to flex a couple times upon being exposed.... I knew it would get a lot of camera time from what was to happen over the course of the following hour.
Having Released his tail, he swished it a couple times and looked back towards me as I moved about behind him. Being an average Percheron at 16.5hh tall, I needed something to step up on, so I grabbed a suitable wooden platform box from up against one of the walls and put it behind Bill's hindfeet at a convenient distance. His tail swished back and forth with some nervous anticipation as I also dragged a muck bucket over towards where he was standing. He shifted about on his hindfeet a bit as the crinkle was heard from me donning the shoulder-length glove. A notable squidge echoed in the room as thick palpation lube eminated from an old mustard bottle to coat the fingertips and knuckles of my gloved hand. With my free hand I pet his near rumpcheek and without any touching from me, Bill arched his tail up at the first contact to his puckered rumpring.
The first lubricated finger slid in quite easily, and his ring contracted a couple times as it penetrated him. Backing it out, his pucker glistened with the lubricant now smeared over most of the dark flesh as I placed the second finger alongside the first. In they went as a pair, with little reaction from the stallion. The third garnered a couple squeezes of his anus as it was spread further around the cone at the base of my fingers. Now it was time.... all fingers were pointed in a cone with my thumb tucked inside and I started pushing at Bill's somewhat-relaxed opening. It stretched fairly readily and Bill's tail started flicking about where it was trapped between my right shoulder and his rumpcheek as my right hand stretched him all the way to the knuckles. Being spread as far as he would from my hand, he shifted about then whinnied out shrilly as he pushed back, causing the knuckles to pass rapidly into him, his ring contracted spasmodically and firmly around my wrist several times as I relaxed my hand inside his insides.
After a brief pause to allow him to get used to the sensation, I worked my way forward and did a cursory cleanout of him - drawing a handful of waste out to be dropped in the muck bucket, and then re-entering him, smiling as I watched him arch up each time my hand and arm enlarged his rumpring. Each time I reached further and further into him. Soon I was past my elbow and then most of the way up to my shoulder. That's where I stopped for a time. After the last handful is out of him, back in I went to that depth and just allowed him to enjoy the feeling of fullness within his back passage.
I could feel gentle contractions within him - not the peristaltic movement of him trying to evacuate my arm which occured on occasion - but another sensations too... as though he were trying to grip the appendage inside him. Looking past his flank I saw that he had "dropped" and his member was dangling flaccidly beneath him. With each squeeze on my arm it grew a little more firm.... he was becoming erect, just as I had figured he would.
I began to draw my arm back slowly, using my hand to gently run over the internal glands that lie just beneath the muscles of the rectum. His prostate was starting to firm up, and the ampullae felt a little bigger too.... all the while the gripping contractions increased in frequency with the rate of my movement. I balled my fist as my hand reached his anus, and it pulled back the flesh as if he were giving birth to a softball. I didn't pull hard enough to completely exit him, as with my free hand I squirted another stream of lubricant from my elbow to wrist and drizzled more over the beginning of my forearm to keep him well-slickened as I pushed forward into him again. He had relaxed some upon my withdrawl and then he arched back up from the renewed penetration.
Having started to reciprocate in and out of his slickened bottom, his ring could have been seen alternately puffed outward upon my withdrawl - a little bit of internal pink being seen now and again - only to disappear nearly completely upon re-insertion. The video caught every glimmer of lubricant, every fluttering contraction of the sphincter, and every flexing as my arm's dimensions changed in passing through the tight, black muscular ring between his flexed gray-dappled thighs.
Soon he was fully erect as my fist worked gently but firmly within him. I could feel his internal glands having enlarged significantly and were readily and firmly in contact with my arm as it moved about within him. Stronger contractions were now felt as he occasionally belly-slapped his cock. Still maintaining an arched position, his tail was held far upwards - not by any mechanical or outward means, but by his own muscles - and twitched visibly with each cockslap he made as his whole rump contracted firmly upon my arm within.
Seeing and feeling this, I sped up a bit and started unballing my hand, widening it into more and more of a flare pattern inside him. This certainly elicited a better response from Bill as he contracted and cockslapped firmly each time the widest part passed over his internal glands on both the way in and the way out... His canal also seemed to tighten more and more with each passing thrust.... soon it would be time.
And indeed that time came sooner than I expected. Only a few thrusts later he gripped my arm quite firmly, oscillated his own hips a few times and arched further, which drove my arm nearly to my shoulder into his rear. My hand flared widely deep within him, he whinnied out shrilly and fired off - peristaltic contractions felt underneath my arm within him as he ejaculated all over his chest, forelegs and having splattered a couple streams well ahead of where he stood between the posts. His rump gripped my arm severely tightly, his anus spasmodically contracting very hard around the base of my arm - so much so my hand started going numb as his tail also bapped my head repeatedly with each ejaculatory spurt that eminated from his massive shaft. Soon the inflated glands within him emptied and he regained his composure and straightened out his stance. Slowly his deflating maleness retracted back into its cavelike home to slumber once more.
After allowing him a few moments of bliss with his rump being so full, I slowly extracted my arm from within him. His ring contracted moderately with each change in my arm's position, his tail once again having flagged up high exposing himself fully for all to see. Soon I was nearly out of him and balled my hand into a fist, it bulged his anus for a few moments then slowly popped free. The pink of his insides was clearly seen by the cameras that were pointed at his rump. The whole mass spasmodically contracted again and again, having flexed the pinkish insides some as well, as the muscular ring worked itself closed from its previous dilated dimension. His tail drooped more and more until it eventually hung placidly downward covering his rear as before.
I stripped off the glove and tossed it across the lip of the muck-bucket, then moved forward to his slightly-drooping head... and gave him a hug and gentle pettings. "You did well, Bill.... you did very well."