Horse Play
Olllld story for a friend. Human is kidnapped and made into a good little bitch for his new Horse master. Tale as old as time.
Waking up to find nothing but darkness, the human begins to struggle, His panic intensifying as he finds his his movement restricted, able only to wriggle slightly back and forth.
"Shit, awake already?"
The voice makes him jump. It sounds like it's coming from behind him. The human doubles his efforts to move, still to no success. He tries to yell, but finds his mouth full of something hard and rubbery, reducing the pleas for help to incoherent muffled moans.
"It doesn't matter, he ain't goin' anywhere." Another voice says. "Hey, stop for a minute."
The human feels himself slowing, then stopping, only now realising he was moving before. Was he on some kind of trolley? His train of thought is cut off as he feels something grab at his balls, squeezing them.
"Lissen, bitch." The second voice says. "We can make this ride a hell'va lot more uncomfortable for ya if you like." There's a pause. "Now ya gonna stop strugglin'?"
The human nods frantically. Anything to relieve the pain in his balls.
"Good." The voice says, and the pressure on his balls is gone. They still ache, but it's better than having them squeezed. He tries to calm down as he feels himself being moved again, making sure not to struggle so as to avoid more punishment.
From what he could gather, he was being taken somewhere while strapped standing upright to a trolley. A blindfold and gag were strapped to his head, and he was in what he assumed to be a straightjacket. Given the breeze he felt on his still aching balls, he assumed he was naked from the waist down. He felt the panic rising again. What the hell was going on?
Several minutes pass leaving the human to stew in his worry before he feels the trolley stop again. There are a few footsteps, then he hears what he thinks are keys jangling. He hears a muttered curse, followed by more jangling.
"The gold one, idiot." The voice behind him says.
"I know that!" The second voice snarls. There's more jangling, then what sounds like a door being unlocked.
The trolley moves again, only to stop a short distance later. The straps holding him to the trolley loosen and, caught off guard, the human falls forward, landing awkwardly on the arms crossed over his chest.
"Well, have fun." The one pushing the trolley says. The human hears him walk off, then the door slamming shut.
"Oh, we'll have fun." The other chuckles from nearby. "Ain't that right bitch?"
The human grunts as he feels the back of the straightjacket gripped by a powerful hand and he is dragged across the room, legs scrambling awkwardly in an attempt to keep up. He hears a soft thump as the person dragging him drops into a reclining position on a couch, then yelps as he's pushed forward, face making contact with something rough.
Even through the thick material he can smell the unmistakable scent of musk, and he tries to pull away as he realises he's kneeling with his face pressed into another guy's crotch. The large hand releases its grip on his back, moving to hold the back of his head and force his face back into place.
"Awww yeah," he hears his captor moan. "Take a good long sniff, bitch."
The human whines as his face is ground into the musky crotch before him, but between the straightjacket and the hand holding his head firmly in place there's little he can do. Before long he starts to relax as the scent begins to dull his rational thinking, and he finds himself wishing he could get more.
Noting his compliance, the grip on the human's head is loosened, and fingers begin to work at the strap holding his blindfold in place. The human winces as the blindfold falls away and light floods his eyes, but curiosity overcomes him and soon he finds himself squinting up at his captor. He's not entirely sure what he sees at first, but as his eyes adjust he yells in shock, trying once again to move away.
He falls backward, only to be grabbed once again by that large hand. A large furry hand. The large, brown horse grins down at his bound human bitch.
"Hey there." He says. "You can call me Sir."
Again the human has his face pushed towards the horse's crotch, seeing that the rough material he felt before was the jeans the horse was wearing. Back to panicking, the human starts to struggle wildly, trying to yell for help through his gag.
"Relax, bitch." The horse coos. "You're enjoying this."
No sooner had the human's mind began to dispute this claim did he find himself calming down a little. The idea that what was happening was wrong began to shrink, become nothing more than the smallest niggling doubt. He was enjoying this, he thought as he began to rub his face into the crotch of the horse's jeans of his own accord.
Seeing this, the horse began to chuckle. "Thaa's the way," He says, loosening his grip on the human's head and starting to rub his fingers through his hair. "Here, let me give you a reward."
With his free hand, the horse reaches up to unbutton his jeans. With every successive button released, the human found his mouth watering more and more until finally it was done, and the horse pulls the jeans down to his knees, revealing the jockstrap barely containing his huge cock and balls underneath. The human stares in amazement, barely aware of the horse reaching forward to remove the ballgag still in his mouth.
"Enjoy, bitch." The horse says. That's all the incentive the human needs to plunge forward, burying his face into the horse's sweaty jock and taking in the wonderful scent. Any doubts he had now were completely obliterated. He wanted this. He needed this.
The horse can't help but let out a long, drawn out moan as the human eagerly nuzzles at his package. He'd been leaking pre in his jock all day thinking about this moment, and now that it was happening he was leaking yet more. He grins as he sees the liquid seep through the fabric of the jock, only to be hungrily licked up by the human bitch. Any that missed his mouth had wound up smeared on his face, but he didn't seem to care.
Growing harder by the second, the horse was quickly finding the jock too restrictive. Taking hold on the human's head again, he pulls him away, receiving a disappointed whine in response.
"I know, bitch." He says, hooking a thumb under the band of his jock. "Just you wait, I've somethin' even better for your mouth to do."
The horse pulls down the top of his jockstrap, slipping it over his cock and tucking it behind his balls. Free of its prison, the cock springs up slightly, flicking a sizable amount of pre onto the human bitch's face, which he quickly begins to lap at. The horse chuckles at the sight.
"Ain't no need for that, bitch. Come get it right from the tap." He says, gripping his large horse cock and giving it a few strokes, pumping more seed from its tip. The human wastes no time, leaning forward and beginning to lick up the pre as is runs down the horse's shaft, causing the horse to moan in delight.
"Eager lil bitch, huh?" He moans breathily. The human works his way down the horse's shaft, lapping up all the pre he could get to, before reaching the bottom, his nose bumping the horse's balls. The musk from earlier was strong here, and immediately he is drawn to it, nuzzling at the horse's large, sweaty balls before sticking out his tongue and giving the sack a long lick. The horse jumps at the feeling as his shaft twitches, shooting another spurt of pre which lands on the back of the human's head, but he's much too busy with his current task to notice.
The horse writhes as his balls are assaulted by the human's tongue. The feeling is amazing, and he can't help but stroke himself as his talented human bitch opens his mouth, taking in one of the balls and suckling on it. The horse grits his teeth, forcing himself to stop rubbing his cock. At this rate he'd finish far too soon.
"Git up here, bitch." The horse says, gripping the human's head and pulling him upwards. The human whines, tongue still searching for the balls he had been licking moments before.
Placing him upright on his knees, the horse grips his cock, angling the head towards the bitch's face. "Suck." He says simply.
At his command, the human leans forward and opens his mouth, taking in the horse's flared cock head. Barely a few inches down and he's already reached his limit, gagging a little as the large head presses against the back of his throat. Begrudgingly the human pulls back, settling for bobbing up and down around the few inches he can comfortably take, wishing desperately his hands were free to be wrapped around the large shaft before him. The horse lies back on the couch, closing his eyes and panting as he runs his large hands over the human's back.
It doesn't take long for the horse to hit his peak, panting heavily through grit teeth as both hands instinctively reach to the human's head, gripping it tightly as he pushes the needy little bitch further down onto the cock. The human gags, but tries his best to hold his position, not that he could escape the horse's grip regardless.
"Aww yeah!" The horse begins to yell loudly as he approaches orgasm. "Tha's it bitch, swallow all my seed!"
With one final, drawn out yell the horse cums, shooting load after load of his seed into the human bitch's mouth, who makes an impressive attempt to swallow it all. Inevitably the flow is too much and the human instinctively tries to pull his mouth from the horse's cock, but finds he's held firmly in place by the horse's hands on his head. He coughs at the unrelenting torrent of cum flooding his mouth, sputtering it back out around the horse's shaft and covering his own face and the horse's crotch in seed.
After some time the horse's orgasm ebbs and he releases the human, both of them falling back in a euphoric daze. The horse recovers first, sitting up and smiling down at his thoroughly used human bitch, face covered in the horse's seed and cock fully hard and ignored.
Reaching down, the horse scoops some cum from the human's face with his fingers and places the cum covered digits in the bitch's mouth, who begins to suck them clean. The horse laughs at him.
"Still eager, huh? Fuck, you're gonna be fun to have around."
The horse stands, stepping out of his jeans and jock before peeling off his shirt and moving across the room.
"Lemme go git cleaned up. Can't wait to have a go at that ass a' yours."
The human simply lies on the floor, bound and panting. He couldn't wait either.