Manor Farm was a peaceful type of farm. Except for the farmer, Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones was a harsh, cruel taskmaster of about 55. He worked the animals from 4 in the morning until 9 at night, when he came in and demanded dinner from his hag of a housewife.
His most prized animal was Boxer, a cart-horse of almost 11 years. Boxer was a very hard worker and the work he did was overachieving. Mr. Jones had always had a soft spot for him, but he would never let Boxer, or any of the other animals know about it. He whipped the horse time and time again to make a point to the other animals. What Jones didn't know what that every time he whipped Boxer, Boxer got so horny he could hardly stand it. The only way that he could deal with this was to work harder, and make Jones proud of him.
About one day out of every week, Mr. Jones would relieve Boxer of his duties and take him out riding. Jones knew the animals would continue their routine, because they hated be whipped or having their rations reduced. These days were Boxers favorites. Jones would ride Boxer bare-back so he could feel the taskmasters manhood on his back. This made Boxer even more hot than the whippings he would receive. He would run just a certain way so that Jones would bounce a little on top of him. He especially love when the man would stroke his mane.
One day while the two were out riding, Jones halted Boxer so he could relieve himself in the nearby brush. Jones had been so erect on top of Boxer that the horse couldn't, and wouldn't stand it anymore. Jones was doing his business when Boxer trotted up behind his back, and nudged him with his nose. Jones turned around in shock with his large, hard penis stood out in the open and Boxers knees buckled. He feel to the ground and looked into his masters eyes. He couldn't read the look on his face, so he wrapped his lips around Jones' hot, succulent cock. Jones recoiled for a moment, but then relaxed. He began to praise his favorite cart-horse and the horse whinnied with pleasure at his masters praise. There they were, in the middle of the woods just the two of them.
Jones reached into his back pocket and brought out the whip that Boxer had a love/hate relationship with. Jones removed his manhood from the horse's mouth and went around to Boxer's rear. He began the whip the animal hard and fast. Boxer whinnied out in a mix of pain and pleasure, but did not object the abuse he was receiving. After about a half an hour of pleasure, Boxer kicked Jones' legs out from under him, crippling him on the ground. Jones lay on the ground in pain, naked and his leg broken. Boxer seized this opportunity for pleasure pain. He ground his hoof into Jones' crippled leg and Jones cried out and cursed at the horse. Although he was suffering this great pain, his erection was also great. Boxer rolled Jones onto his stomach and make him stand on all fours. Jones could barely keep his right leg on the ground and continued cursing and the cart-horse. Then Boxer impaled the masters anus with his large…horse-hood. His cock was a whopping 15 inches long, you know, being a horse and all and he shoved all of it into Jones and let out a scream that could make ears bleed. But Boxer didn't care and kept thrusting himself into his now weak, crippled taskmaster.
About an hour later, Boxer had had his fill and Jones was unconscious. Boxer rolled Jones onto his back once again and licked from the man's penis all the way to his thin white lips. Boxer trotted off toward Manor Farm and left Jones naked, in the woods to die.
When Boxer returned he went straight for the Jones' house and found the late masters wife. He knocked her unconscious and ripped her esophagus from her neck and whipped her small white rump with it. He let the other animals in to feast on her naked body. Boxer and the other animals ended up burning the remains of what they would not eat, in the fire place while they sat on the hearth and listened to the wind howl.