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After sinking a few pints, meeting two, horny dads could’ve been the best pleasure that ever happened to me.
They saw potential in my smooth, virgin ass. Said “it deserves to be filled and enjoyed by the dominant males out there. I felt so unsure as I’d never thought of fucking a guy before. But just thinking about it made my heart beat harder. Should I allow these guys to take advantage? Thinking about it more, it started to make my cock grow. I couldn’t deny myself the excitement.
Having got back to their place, It suddenly dawned on me that I was gonna go through with it. Nervous and unsure, they led me to the living room and stated “here you go boy, get your kit off”! I couldn’t believe I was gonna be used like this, it didn’t feel right. As I hesitated, one of them said “It’s ok, once we breed you boy, you’ll want more”. As one started taking my top off, the other was undoing my bottoms. My cock getting harder, they knew I deserved a good fucking. As I stood there, bare, they looked my smooth, slim body up and down and grinned at me. “Right boy, adjust your ass here” as he bent me over on the sofa. “I want my cock lubed up good before I enter that tight, virgin hole, so start sucking”.
So as one got on the sofa and pulled out his thick cock in front of my mouth, the other started to caress my ass and balls. I was so nervous as I remember going for that dick for the first time. I took the shaft in my mouth and slowly worked my way down, and within seconds, I could feel him growing, making it easier to slide down. I nervously carried on working my lips down his length when I felt the other guy feeling my asshole. “Yeah” he whispered ” this hole is gonna have a good feed boy, don’t you worry”. I carried on working on giving my first blowjob, when I could feel my asshole getting wet. My body knew what it was in for. And I felt so powerless to stop it.
5 minutes of cock sucking seemed like enough for the guy to know I was ready to take it in my other hole now. My asshole felt different. Moist and relaxed like my mind knew all along I would enjoy this.
He got behind me as the other guy looked on, and as I was straining my neck to watch what I was so unsure about. He brushed his head across my virgin hole and with hesitation, I whimpered “mmmm”. His grin grew wider as he knew i was wanting this now just as him. His cock still wet, he pressured his head onto my hole and within a few seconds I could feel my ass open up for my first time. An inch of cock had penetrated me and I could feel the pain. I could feel it tightened up as he proceeded to keep feeding his length into my hole while I kept hearing “good boy, yeah, take it”. He worked it in further with every stroke while I moaned more as he entered uncharted territory. I must’ve taken about 5 inches when I could start feeling great pleasure as he exited with each stroke. It was then, I thought, I could enjoy this.
With a final, forceful push, whilst gripping my waist tightly, it had seemed like I had taken his entire length as I felt his heavy balls touch my thighs. Now he knew he could let every inch into my hole, he made sure every inch went in, and every inch went out. The other guy, now pulled his dick out and let me start sucking in between the moaning I was doing. Now I had two dicks in me, I kept thinking, this was intense. I started to feel feminine. And without realising, both guys had slowed down and I found myself thrusting back and forth on each length. They knew this. Once they gave me a taste, they knew I’d work hard to get more. “Come on boy, work for that cock, back up onto it”.
Thrusts started to become deeper. Moans become louder from both parties. And I heard “suck harder bitch”. And without hesitation, I took his cock out of my mouth, and while still being thrusted up up my ass, I stated “I want your cum in me”! And straight away, he happily laughed and said “Yeaaaahh”! 🙂
Only a few minutes went by of happy fucking when I started to grown deeper.
Both dominant cocks seemed happy now that I was taking them at will. And it wasn’t long before my balls started to tighten. I knew what was coming. And so did they with the groans I was throwing out. They started to cheer me on, and the guy that was in my ass was really going for it. “Come on boy, cum for us. Show us you love it. Cum for us you bitch boy”. And with that, the best orgasm I ever had without touching my dick. Squirting everywhere and shaking like a girl, while still taking deep thrusts. My anus clamping down on the thick 7 inches that was feeding it. The guy riding my ass loved it. “Tighten that hole boy, I wanna breed that virgin ass and make it mine. His thrusts getting harder, and my cock still twitching, I knew I was going to expect his load inside my freshly opened hole. The guy at the front talking down to me “He’s gonna breed you boy. He’s gonna breed you nice and deep so we can have you worshiping the cock from now on”.
My asshole was gonna get it. His heavy balls slapping my hole. I knew I was gonna get their contents. Now I knew it was almost complete. My mind thinking just like a slut. I wanted to be seeded. I took the other cock out of my mouth and stared into the eyes of the guy that was gonna breed me. He knew his young slut wanted his seed. Every thrust caused a light grown from me. Then the final thrusts came. Deep and hard. “Take,that,seed,boy”!
The first squirt had come. So deep inside my belly, I couldn’t help moan under my voice “Breed me”! More came. Emptying the full amount into my willing hole. He stayed inside me for a few minutes, making sure my hole was well plugged.
Both happy that I’d taken my first seed, they both knew I wasn’t finished with yet. I still had another load to take. The guy I’d been sucking off now wanted to dump his load into my belly. He laid back on the sofa ready for me. He knew that I would do all the work for that load cos’ I had now become a slave to it.
He held his cock upright, ready for entry. I positioned myself facing away from him and without any hesitation, slid right down it. My hole was well lubed by now, and I wanted it badly. Straight down to the base I went. His mate cheering me on. My cock, hard again, was swinging everywhere. Unlikely I was gonna cum again, but I definitely knew I was gonna get another seed in me. I didn’t hang about. I was grinding fast. Making sure every inch pleasured me inside.
He was ready. I prepared myself for another load. “Mmmmmm”…he done it. Pulsating deep inside me, he released every drop.
I come off his length and fell on all fours. I felt satisfied. Like they’d impregnated me. Like their bitch, I would carry their seed and my belly would swell. But their mission was complete. They breeded me and got me hooked. Knowing I would happily bend over for them again like the good slut I am.

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Taboo Stables was located in Connecticut. The vast majority of the horses boarded there belonged to barons of industry, the nouveaux riches big spenders, a few movie stars, the odd Kennedy, real estate magnates, hedge fund managers, and even Middle Eastern royalty. The place was owned by Marguerite Percy-Sandoval. The 83 year-old, five-foot-three, white-haired lady was the only c***d of the third son of an English earl and an American socialite. Her father had bred and trained horses his entire life. She had inherited the horse farm when her father passed away. She was once married to a Texas oil tycoon. She bore him two sons, James (Jim) & Jonathan.

Jim Prescott worked managed Taboo for his mother although it could be argued that she was still in control. What could he say. The woman was a control freak, but he loved the equines. He wasn’t going anywhere. Fortunately or not, he and his family resided in the six-thousand-square-foot, seven-bedroom mansion. His wife was a freelance journalist. And, his son and daughter were keen to take on the Stables from him someday.

The other son, Jonathan, was away at an exclusive six-month long rehab program in the Arizona desert. This was his eleventh attempt at getting clean from crack cocaine. He had always been a rebel and resolved that he would constantly be put away.

Marguerite was a wealthy woman after her much publicized divorced at the age of fifty. She had already inherited the farm from her dad and had a personal net worth of $5.8 million. The split from Hayden Prescott left her with over $275 million in cash and property. She always laughed at how much he paid to run off with that barely legal Korean tart. She threw a small party when he died two years later of a massive coronary.

All in all, the horse farm was like any other. Most of the a****ls were used for show competitions. Or riding on the weekends and during summers spent outside of the city. There was a magical thing about Taboo. Humans could never quite put their fingers on it, but they could sense extraordinary feelings.

You see, Taboo Stables’ horses were able to speak. Of course it sounded like normal horse sounds to the human ear, but it was, in fact, a rhythmic language full of nuance and richness.

In stall 12-B, there lodged a draught horse called Brutus Maximus. He was a Shire with a bay coat. This meant his muscular, tall body was brown, but his mane, tail, and lower legs were much darker in color. He stood at 18.2 hands. He was a massively, gorgeous stallion. He was owned by His Highness Sheikh Kadim al-Barizi, Chief Economic Secretary at the embassy of the Emirate of Muttasa Bhari in Washington, D.C. Brutus Maximus was the royal’s 12 year-old daughter’s horse for dressage.

The stallion had provided well worth the investment with him and young Sheikha Alia, having collected first or second place trophies in all five of their competitions. Brutus Maximus was the talk of the stables. There were a number of thoroughbred mares hoping to breed with him.

“I see you strutting, Brutus,” nared one mare.
Another joked, “Lay off, heifer! He’s mine!”
He replied, “Ladies chill out. There’ll be plenty to go around when the time comes.” He ate some more of his oats and waited for nightfall.

Usually, he would unlatch the hook keep his stall closed. He like to take walks around the pasture underneath the moonlight. Tonight as he high-stepped towards the south end, he noticed someone.

“Who goes there,” called out Brutus Maximus.
“It’s Silkroad,” a gelding, or castrated male, pony revealed.
“Oh, what are you doing out here?”
“I was tired and lonely. My human hasn’t been here in a while.”
“You know sometimes they disappear for ages, but they generally come back,” the older, taller horse reassured his little buddy.

To the horses, anything longer than two hours felt like an eternity to wait. Since their domestication years ago, they learned to track the number of times the sun came up and went down. They counted that two marks. The average b**st never learned to tabulate more than seven of those. Everything beyond that number was known “qu’guten taal”, literally meaning “a great many”.

“Have you been to the brook at the edge of the tree line,” Brutus inquired.
“No, sir. I have not,” replied the shorter a****l coming at just 13.2 hands.
“Let’s go!”

They began to gallop. Brutus Maximus picked up speed and so did Silkroad. The draft horse sprinted harder showcasing his well-defined glutes and strong stride. “No fair,” whined the pony. “My legs aren’t long enough to keep up with you.”

“It’s alright, friend,” the Shire consoled him. “You’re a gelding. I don’t expect you to be as capable as I am.”
“Wait a second. I can still trot and work with the best of them,” protested Silkroad, who owned by a C-suite executive at TriPharma.
“I’m sure you can, li’l bit,” chuckled the larger horse. “The brook is just up ahead.”

They arrived at the stream. Brutus Maximus stuck his tongue out to take in the water. Silkroad followed suit. It was the coldest, most refreshing water he had ever tasted. “Oh my goodness,” he mused.

“What,” checked Brutus Maximus.
“”This is amazing!”
“Yes it is! Why are you so far away? Come closer.”

Silkroad moves next to his companion. Their eyes met as the heads touched while drinking.

“You’re majestic,” confessed the pony.
“Thank you! You are quite the specimen yourself with the small frame,” admitted the U.K. breed.
“Gee,” blushed Silkroad. “Thanks!”
“Think nothing of it. You know I’m supposed to breed in the future.”
“I figured as much. I’ll never be able to. Are you looking forward to it?”
“I guess so. It’s just something I have to do. But, there is something else I want to do.”
“What,” cooed the pony.
“Mount you for practice. You know…To see if I’m good at it.”
“You’re silly!”
“No, I’m serious. You have no testes so it’s basically like you’re female. Let me try it.”
“Uh…”
“What’s the harm, li’l buddy.”
“I guess none.”

Brutus Maximus marched behind the much smaller pony. He got on his hind legs and climbed onto the back of Silkroad.

“Don’t put it in,” admonished the passive one.
“I won’t,” said Brutus.
“I can feel it on me. It’s ‘qu’guten taal’.”
“Yes it is baby. Let me just slide in a little. I’ll be gentle. Please. It’ll be our secret.”
“I guess…”

With that Brutus Maximus’ horsecock found Silkroad’s tight anus. He gently rocked back-and-forth and side-to-side. Silkroad willed himself to relax.

Once Brutus was pretty deep, he humped slowly. “Get used to it,” he advised.

Silkroad began to open up. He was now getting into it. “Take me,” he screamed.
“Yeah, you little foal,” yelled Brutus Maximus. “This giant horse dick is all for you! Open that pussy!”
“Ooh, papa! It’s all yours!”
“Yeah you li’l ‘qu’oseiso priimdo’,” he said calling Silkroad a name that roughly translated to “mare wannabe”.
“Yes, daddy! I am! I am your wannabe! Fuck me!”

A caretaker was up late that night and heard some loud naying. He decided to investigate. He started up the old Ford Ranger and drove to the noise.

Brutus Maximus shot a huge load in Silkroad as the heard the sound of human carrying vessel approach.

When the Taboo Stables employee arrived, he saw the horse and pony just playfully galloping around. He spoke aloud, “How in tarnations did you two get out. Come on! Let’s go back to the barn.” He led them to their stalls and petted each before returning to his quarters.

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After a stressful meeting at work, Bastian goes to the car workshop to check the ongoing repairs to his car. While there, he meets Tomas, the gorgeous mechanic that lures him in his work area as he fixes the car. Tomas’ inescapable sex appeal builds some erotic tension in the air, and Bastian takes advantage to get the overhaul he always wanted from his mechanic.

Bastian takes a few moments to catch a breath after a long, yet productive meeting with his staff.. The day was far from over, though, as he needs to prepare for a dinner meeting shortly after a quick shower at home. With a barely any time to spare, he heads to the parking lot to hop into his car. The car appeared to be in bad shape; drivable but on the verge of breaking down. With his evening schedule in potential jeopardy, he decides to drop by a car repair shop along the way to his home ran by his friend, Tomas.

The mechanic, Tomas, is a nice and charming guy in his twenties. There is grace in his movements, a calming voice, and intense focus in what he does. His straight nose, short hair, and muscular body, constantly stained with elbow grease. He is not very tall, but his height is very proportionate to his well-defined shoulders.Bastian gets turned on with the sight of Tomas in his work uniform; even more so without the undershirt that he wears usually, which is removed today due to the steaming heat inside the workshop.

Tomas takes a glimpse of the young executive, Bastian, and gives way as he pulls the shutters down signifying that Bastian is the last customer of the day. He bends down to examine the car; and Bastian’s eyes light up at the sight of Tomas’ ass. Bastian reminisces about mechanics and workers in his home country; they almost never wear underwear. Thus, Bastian’s eyes pierce through Tomas’ buttocks and fantasize about what lie hidden under the pants. Bastian’s cock spontaneously comes alive and begins to crawl through the pants like a snake ready to take its prey.

Tomas tries small talk with Bastian, who is visibly sweating. He offers Bastian a quick bathroom visit to cool himself down; Bastian appreciates the proposal. Inside the cramped bathroom, he takes off his shirt and looks at his body. He is fine, after all.. Intensely aroused by Tomas, he strokes one of the nipples and feels it rise gently. He starts caressing himself from the chest to the crotch.. Truly, this mechanic has excited him deeply. His erection, now clearly visible to him, needs to be dealt with immediately. His horny state cannot wait. As he looks at his face in the mirror, the view of Tomas’ profile delights him: a nice face, with big eyes, thin lips, arched eyebrows. He washes his face and goes back to the workshop.

There, Tomas is dismantling Bastian’s car in an effort to repair it. Tomas has taken his jumper off and is now topless; his chest hair foisted to feed Bastian’s unsaid desire.. The show in front of him is one for a porn calendar; an erotic ballet that will last about fifteen minutes. Tomas approaches Bastian to tell him what was happening to the car and, unexpectedly, the mechanic’s hands rub against his arm. Also, a strange thing starts to happen under his pants, too.. Tomas’s skin is supple, and it feels like silk. He likes to feel his touch on his fingers and palms. What happens next is a beautiful and passionate bareback scene.

In the end, satisfied with the “outcome”, Bastian asks Tomas for the bill for the work he’s done. Tomas, still playful, naughtily responds,“The car fix will be expensive, but the fix I did for you, it’s free.”

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