The boy stood hesitantly in the doorway, unsure of himself. He did not want to go forward; he wanted nothing less than to go forward. But the mark on his face where his master had slapped him still stung, and he knew he could not go back either.
Briefly he thought of running away. But he knew he could not survive. No one would hide a gelded slave, and if he was caught, they would cut off his fingers. He lived in deathly fear of that sort of disfigurement; he always believed that some day he might escape, and need his full wits and full, healthy body to survive.
But he knew his master would not take him back until he had accepted his punishment from this man. He was accustomed to being sent around to his master’s friends to deliver messages, and the men were accustomed to using him how they pleased before sending him back.
His master never sent him twice to the ones who became violent, only because they left unpleasant marks on his smooth, olive-toned skin. But he had no such qualms about sending him to men whose appetites were not painful, but simply humiliating.
When he had arrived at this man’s house earlier the same day, the man waiting had wanted his visiting brother to be able to join him in taking the boy, but the boy had balked and refused, spitting in the man’s face.
The man had become angry, but had not hit him because he was afraid that the boy’s master would not let him use the boy again. Instead he sent back an angry letter detailing the slave’s behavior. It was his master who then slapped him and sent him back to make amends. “You will do whatever that man asks of you,” his master had told him sternly.
Feeling a bitter gall rising in his throat, the boy lifted his hand to the doorframe and knocked. A moment passed, and the dreaded figure appeared, a large, bear-like man with thick hair on his arms and stomach. When he saw the boy he frowned, and snatched up the letter from the boy’s fingers. A smile grew on his face as his eyes tersely scanned the page. When he was finished, he leered down at the boy.
“Your master says I’m to do whatever I want to you to make up for this morning,” the man said. “My brother has already left, unfortunately, but I’m sure we can find something to do with you.” He led the boy into one of the back rooms of his house.
There was no bed in this room; it appeared to be little more than a pantry, with small high windows letting in sunlight. There was a bench against one wall, and the dirt floor in the center of the room was clear.
The man grabbed a fistful of the boy’s dark, glossy hair and dragged him over to the bench. Throwing the boy to the ground, the man removed his own clothing quickly and efficiently, then sat down with his arms crossed. “Suck,” he commanded, gesturing towards his penis.
The boy sat between the man’s legs, feeling humiliated, and took the man’s penis into his mouth. As he sucked, he hoped that this would be the end of it, that the man would orgasm into his mouth and then allow him to leave. But he had done this before and had little expectation of that being the case.
As he continued his work, one of the man’s dogs, a large, shaggy beast almost as big as the boy himself, wandered into the room. When he saw his master, the dog trotted happily up to the man, tail wagging. He sniffed eagerly at the boy between his master’s legs, smelling first the boy’s neck, then his anus. The boy jumped slightly as the beast’s cold nose lifted the hem of his robe and touched him where his legs joined.
Then suddenly the dog rose onto his hind feet, placing his front paws on the boy’s shoulders, and began to hump the boy’s back. Embarrassed, the boy let the man’s penis fall from his mouth and turned around, shoving the dog off him.
Within seconds, the man had slapped him hard across the face. “Don’t you hurt my dog!” he bellowed. He grabbed the boy’s chin in his hand, holding it tightly. “There’s a bitch next door in heat,” he said. “Dogs have been going crazy. Maybe he thinks you’re a bitch too, eh?”
A slow, grim smile spread over the man’s face that made the boy’s blood run cold. The man put his penis back into the boy’s mouth, and made the boy kneel on all fours in front of him. Then he whistled for his dog, which trotted over expectantly.
The man drew the robe up around the boy’s waist, exposing his bare posterior, and patted the boy’s back invitingly. The dog mounted again, bracing his forepaws against the boy’s back. The boy’s cheek burned in shame as he felt the beast’s erection rubbing back and forth along the crack in his rear end.
But then, to his horror, the boy felt the man reach forward, leaning over him, and felt large hands descend to grab his butt cheeks. The man spread them widely apart and spent a few moments angling him properly until suddenly the boy felt the dog’s erection spear into him. He tried to reach back to push the dog away, but the man swatted his hands. “You let my dog finish,” he ordered.
The boy closed his eyes, humiliation seeping into his every pore like a thick syrup as he felt the dog thrust wildly into his anus. The man took one hand away from his ass long enough to yank the boy’s hair, reminding him of his primary duty.
With shame, the boy went pack to sucking on the man’s penis, bobbing his head back and forth over its length, hoping that the man would come quickly and stop his suffering. But before the man could do so, he felt the hot ejaculation of the dog spurt into him from behind, filling him with the beast’s seed.
After finishing, the dog apparently lost all interest in the boy. It pulled out from him, dismounted, and trotted away. The man laughed. “Dog understands what you’re good for,” he grunted.
Soon afterward the man came, spilling his own cum down the boy’s throat. The boy coughed and tried to pull away, but the man fisted his hair and held him steady, forcing the boy to swallow it all.
After he was done the man stood. The boy stood as well, thanking the gods that his ordeal was over. But to his surprise, the man said, “Grab that bench and follow me,” and began to walk from the room.
Hoping that the man simply wanted some sort of errand from him before he left, the boy hefted the bench with both hands and followed the man out to the stables.
“Put it down there,” the man said, and gestured to a clear area where the horses were groomed. The boy set the bench down and stood back. The man disappeared into one of the horse stalls and soon led out a beautiful chestnut stallion, leading him forward and tying his reins to a post on the wall.
“Put the bench between the horse’s legs,” the man ordered, and the boy had a chilling premonition of what was to come. He slid the bench between the horse’s back two legs, arranging it so that most of it ran lengthwise under the horse’s belly, though the end still stuck out a good distance behind the horse.
“May I leave now?” the boy asked quietly, but the man only laughed. He grabbed the boy and lowered him down onto the bench on his back. Then he slid the boy backwards until the young slave was lying halfway under the horse, with his face just below the tip of the horse’s penis.
“I want to see my horse come on your face,” the man said. “Use your mouth. You can leave once it comes.”
The boy lay there a moment, doing nothing, until the man swatted his ass sharply. Then, hesitantly, he brought his mouth up to the horse’s penis. The animal’s member was too large for him to fit in his mouth, so he brought the tip up to his lips instead, running his tongue along the slit that ran the entire width of his mouth. The horse shuddered and stamped one of its forefeet, but did not move.
Eager to get the task over with, the boy also brought his hands up to the horse’s shaft, stroking at it in the hopes of making the horse come quicker so that he could go home. He heard the man chuckle behind him.
“I knew you would enjoy this,” the man taunted. “You’ve always wanted to do a cock that big, haven’t you? Maybe if you’re a good boy, we’ll try to fit that one into your ass next time.” The boy shuddered, making the man laugh again. “Sounds good, doesn’t it? But you deal with him this way first, and then we’ll see.”
Swallowing his shame, the boy moved his lips as far up the side of the shaft as he could get them from his awkward position. His hands were much more mobile, and he stroked the shaft with strong, sharp, efficient movements. Trying to get his mouth too far up the side was tiring his neck however, and he let his head fall back onto the bench. Even like this, the horse’s cock was long enough that he could still manage to open his mouth around the tip without having to lift his head at all.
He opened his mouth as widely as he could, trying to stimulate as much of the head as possible. As he did so, the horse’s growing erection thrust forward, and the boy felt his jaw lock open, forced by the enormous width of the horse penis as several inches of it slid into his mouth. So large was the penis that he could not accommodate more than three inches of it, but such was the position of his head that he could not draw back either. Instead he was forced to allow the end of the horse’s penis to remain in his mouth while he stroked the shaft with his hands.
Suddenly he felt hands on his legs, lifting them up and pressing them forward. He let out a muffled cry as the man, aroused again from watching this spectacle, thrust without foreplay into his anus. The boy burned, having not been adequately stretched earlier from the relatively smaller size of the dog’s penis. The man’s thrusts were harsh and uncomfortable, and he groaned in pain around the horse’s penis in his mouth.
The thrusts continued for quite a while, while very little seemed to be happening with the horse. The boy worried that perhaps he did not know the proper way to stimulate a horse. Perhaps it was different than with humans. He wondered how long the man would make him lie there if he could not make the horse come.
The man’s thrusts were growing faster, however, and he soon came inside the boy. As he pulled out, the boy pumped more determinedly at the shaft of the horse, and was rewarded finally with a whinny and the feeling of a bucket’s worth of cum flowing into him.
His head still forced back and open by the size of the horse penis, the boy had no other option but to lie there as cum continued to wash into him. It poured down his throat in such thick measures that it spilled from the sides of his mouth, dripping all over the sides of his face and down to the bench. It pumped into him, on and on, filling him up, until the boy began to worry that he might choke to death. With an effort he managed to disengage his mouth and wrench his head to the side, and the few final spurts of horse cum splattered the side of his face. The boy panted in exhaustion and lay on the bench as the man untied the horse’s reins and led it back into its stall.
When the man returned, the boy was sitting up, staring down at the puddle of cum that stained the bench and dripped to the floor. He stood, wanting desperately to return home. But the man placed a hand on his shoulder. “You do not leave the table, boy, until you finish the portion you’ve been given.”
The boy glanced up at the man and the man gestured to the puddle of cum. “Finish it,” he commanded.
With burning cheeks, the boy knelt on the ground and licked first at the cum that had spilled onto the ground, wanting to get it before it mixed too much with the dirt floor.
Already, however, several of the mouthfuls tasted like mud. When he was finished, the boy moved to lap up the remaining amount on the bench. Finally he stood again, glaring angrily at the ground.
The man patted the side of his neck roughly. “Alright,” he said. “You can go home now.” The boy started quickly towards the door, afraid the man would think of something else and call him back.
As he was about to leave, the man called after him, “Let your master know that I’ll have a message that I want you to deliver to him tomorrow!”