CH2 —
In the days following, I dedicated my existence to pleasing Brutus. I was his own personal cum dump, privileged with draining his balls on the daily as my reward. My stomach bulge never subsided, and I had to start wearing loose sundresses like a pregnant milk maid. Being so new in town, I got happy and knowing looks from the townspeople whenever I went to the market or stores to get supplies. They must have assumed I was heavy with a child. Little did they know, under my braided, blonde hair and loose dress, I was just a horse's cum slut full of his thick baby batter, which sloshed around inside me with every step.
I fell deeper and deeper into my obsession with Brutus in the following months. Eventually, I crafted a bright pink leather collar embossed with "Breeder" in big, bold letters across it. I only wore it at the farm for obvious reasons. At any given time of day, you could find me milking Brutus' balls into my hungry mouth, or being impaled by his gigantic equine cock like a living fleshlight. Life was pure bliss.
Some weeks later, I was inspired with a fiendish idea. I wanted to take our relationship to a new level. I then set to work creating a device I call the "hammock" that would change how our relationship worked forever. It is a series of leather straps and cloth sections attached to an old saddle that would secure me to his undercarriage. It would leave me impaled on his massive meat stick, like a living condom as he walked around the farm. It took a few days to create, and I tested it out on a large log standing on wood stilts. After some adjustments, I was satisfied with its design. That afternoon I stripped down completely, and left for Brutus' stable. As I walked, I gave my now nude body a good look over.
Being so full of horse cum for so long had started to change my physiology, giving me a much more feminine appearance. I noticed my chest had grown and expanded, forming subtle pecks that barely filled the top of my dresses. I hoped they now looked like small breasts, at least up close, and would soon require me to wear a bra. Leaning over and looking down over my bloated stomach, I could see my now bushy pubic area, which obscured where my penis must have been. I had to adjust the hammock in my arms and lean over to see what was still down there. What I was eventually able to see was now tiny and limp. This must have been from lack of traditional stimulation and regular erections. I haven't even thought of touching the now barely 2 inch long shaft in weeks. By this time, my cocklette only ever reached climax from the anal stimluation and cum-drunk euphoria that came from getting railed by Brutus. I smiled, content with the reality that I would probably never be erect again. As for my balls, I reached down to feel the vestigial sack that hung under my tiny shaft. It had shriveled and receded up into my torso like a prepubescent child. They were now a subtle bulge in between my legs, almost unnoticeable under my limp cock. They couldn't produce even actual white semen anymore due to the high frequency of my orgasms, and my ever changing physical state. I don't even think I could produce children anymore. This thought should have bothered me, but it didn't matter. I was Brutus' now.
I felt a serene satisfaction as my budding, puffy pecs and swaying, limp cock basked in the warm, late afternoon sun on the way down to the barn. I walked with a sway in my hips while my now useless cock and balls swung lazily below my waist. The tip occasionally brushed up against my petite inner thighs, leaving little drops of clear fluid that glistened in the sun. From a distance, I hoped my long and braided hair, along with my unkempt bush made my crotch look like a dripping pussy, contributing to my new feminine visage that Brutus had gifted me.
I arrived at Brutus' stable again, greeting him with the usual head strokes and soft cooing he liked. I then wandered over to his midsection and threw the complex array of straps and saddle over his torso. I secured it in place and cinched down the straps, making sure it wasn't going to move. I then got under him and backed myself onto his waiting, hard cock as I usually do when he needs to be satisfied. It was second nature to us, and Brutus waited for me to start working its length with my ass.
"Not right now Brutus, I have to do something for us first," I said, busy securing my legs in place, "Trust me, I think you'll love it!"
I then bent my knees, folding my legs together and tied them one at a time into their individual sacks. Once I was sure I wouldn't split out, I got to work securing my torso against his underside. When my back was firmly pressed against his warm, muscular midsection, I moved on to the difficult task of doing my arms. I had set them up to hang in front of me as if in a leather pillory. After getting my hands in the leather cuffs, I used my mouth to snitch down the last strap, leaving little room to move them. When I was done, I swung freely, but securely under him with his cock impaled deep into my insides. I then had a sinking realization as I tried to wiggle around, I couldn't move almost at all. In other words, I had left no slack in the bindings to get myself out when I needed to.
"Ah fuck…" I said through a defeated breath. "...How am I going to get out of this one?
There's no one who visits the farm regularly. Even if someone came, how was I going to deal with the embarrassment, or even worse, harassment I would receive from my secret being discovered? My negative thoughts were replaced with a cynical exception with this being my fate. This is going to be my life from now on. His own personal, literal, cock sleeve. I could barely keep my thoughts from turning hot with lust when he unexpectedly started to trot. And this is when the second realization occurred. Unknowingly, I left the stall door open, and I panicked as I tried to get him from leaving the confines of the barn.
"Brutus stop!"I cried, "Not yet! I don't want anyone to catch us like this!"
Brutus stoically ignored me as I thrashed in the tight bindings, only managing to further impale myself on his cock.
"Nngh…ahh…! …B-Brutus…f-fuck! …you're…so big!" I whimpered as his massive cock pushed through into my stomach again, lodging itself in the cum sack.
As he left the barn and trotted into the open field, I looked down to see the bulge in my cum-pregnant stomach swinging too and fro like a pendulum. I felt long blades of grass caress my swollen midriff and brush over my dangling cock as he roamed free into the overgrown field behind the barn. He then jumped over a small rock in the path, causing my balls to spasm and small drops of clear fluid to leak out as Brutus increased his pace to a canter. As his pace increased, his rock hard shaft kept pumping in and out of me as I see-sawed back and forth on it.
"Uuugh..." I moaned, "Brutus! You're gonna make me cum you silly horse! Please, slow down!"
He, unsurprisingly, didn't slow down.
I, admittedly, had been neglecting some of my responsibilities maintaining the farm when I started pleasing Brutus. This meant that a large gap that had opened in the fence at the edge of the field was still there, and rapidly approaching. This was probably caused by the ban giving way from the dry summer soil sometime last week. Before I had time to regret my lack of responsibility, my dread mounted as we approached the gap and I hoped Brutus would listen to me and turn around just this once.
Brutus passed right through this gap like he had been planning this for a long time. Passing right through, He took me over the foothills, and deeper into the countryside. We passed over at least 4 large hills and several smaller ones before stopping at a creek. We then proceeded to descend deeper into the unexplored forest behind my property.
The sun had started to set, painting the forest in a majestic orange light as Brutus continued to wander. I started to think of this outing as almost a date, with Brutus showing me this beautiful part of the country I had never seen. I thought it was very romantic of him, and started to become content with my current situation. As we broke from the forest into a clearing, I spotted something that broke the mood, and made me squirm in my restraints.
I could see a shape in the distance traversing along the edge of the forest at the opposite end of the clearing. It was the shape of a person, standing up and facing slightly away from us. This filled me with panic, as I had not been planning on interacting with anyone, especially this far away from home, and definitely not in this state.
Once again I thrashed in my leathery prison and whimpered one last time, "Brutus! Please… take us home." He once again ignored my pleas, and kept moving towards the figure.
As we neared the figure, I could see that it was a woman. A shapely one at that. She had deep ebony skin covering her exposed legs and arms, with a lighter complexion on her face. I couldn't pick out any features though, as a wide brimmed cowboy hat partially hid her face well. She wore a green poncho which stuck out in front of her, highlighting her impressive bust. On her hips were a pair of tan booty shorts that complimented her exposed, toned midriff and small waist well. On her feet were some worn, brown riding boots that came up past her ankles, and were currently caked in mud. Sticking out of the burlap sack over her shoulder, I could see that she had various steel traps and other hunting gear sticking out, as well as a large hunting rifle over her other shoulder. I was nervous as to how this interaction would play out, and hoped she wasn't a poacher who would shoot us.
As Brutus drew close, he changed his pace very suddenly, causing me to be shoved back, even further onto his cock. This caused the flared tip to go rocketing past my neck, and pop out of my mouth, plugging it shit. This wasn't good. I tried to back off his shaft, but my restraints were too tight, leaving me effectively gagged by his flared head sticking out of my mouth. I looked on in horror as we approached the girl, and prayed she wouldn't acknowledge our presence. Promptly, she immediately saw Brutus, and started to slowly walk over to meet him. As we drew close I heard her speak to him.
"Howdy horsey, you look like quite the handsome stud, don't you?" she cooed, not immediately noticing my presence.
"What are you doing all the way out here on your... oh." she trailed off, noticing my presence. "Hello there. Who might this be?"
She bent down and I tried to look away as she stared at me with squinted eyes, drinking in my appearance. After a few seconds, I gathered the courage to look over at her and saw her scroll through a slew of emotions. First shock, then confusion, then something more mischievous, as she put on a big smirk and spoke up.
"Well, well, we have quite the deviant here, don't we?" She said, walking up to Brutus, giving me a full view of her tight fitting shorts and noticeable thigh gap, before bending down to my level. "You're in quite the pickle there, huh miss? I wonder who did this to you."
At this comment, I blushed profusely. She noticed this, and immediately changed her expression back to shock.
"Or...no. Really…? You did this to yourself, didn't you?"
I couldn't look at her, turning my head away as much as his shaft would allow me.
"Ha Haaa! Well, aren't you just an intriguing character, sis. Well, I don't judge. We all get off in different ways, and it gets lonely out here in the countryside. Although, I would love to inspect your handy work here. A girl who's good with leather is just my style. Names Sarah by the way. Pleasure to meet ya!"
With that, she first reached up and gave each strap a firm yank, confirming their rigidity. Turning to me, the next thing she did was turn my collar up to see the inscription. After reading it, she gave the most nonchalant response, as If already knowing what it would say.
"Huh, figures."
My head pounded with embarrassment as she finally reached out and caressed the bulge in my neck, rubbing it up and down with her warm, callused fingers. She then moved her other hand down to my pert, puffy nipples giving them a gentle, then sharp pull, milking me as if I were a cow. I could feel her judgmental gaze as she reached to her much bigger chest with her hand, and proceeded to play with it. She smirked, putting a hand under her chest and bouncing it up and down, as if saying "Get a load of these, girl". Lastly, she took both hands and cupped my bulging stomach, lifting it slightly. She rubbed and squeezed and caressed what felt like every inch of skin, eliciting lewd squelching noises from the cum bloated sack. This caused me to wince in pleasure, and then try and stifle my moans.
What I hadn't accounted for was just how much this would turn me on. While she was still focused on my stomach, my cock had started to leak its signature, thin line of precum onto the ground below against my will. She must have mistaken the fluid for having a more feminine origin as she gave me a knowing smirk.
"My, you're enjoying this aren't you?" she said in a teasing tone with low, sultry eyes.
The moment I had been dreading finally came to fruition as she got up and wandered around behind me. I heard her boots click as she squatted down again and got a full view of my backside.
She didn't make a sound as she stared at my stuffed asshole and tiny, limp, leaking cock for a whole minute as I died internally of embarrassment.
What happened next surprised me, as I felt the first foreign touch on my cock that I had ever received. With two fingers, she pulled back the foreskin and squeezed, causing the clear strand of fluid to thicken. She then reached up and cupped my tiny sack in her hand as it contracted and spasmed from the sudden stimulation.
In turn, I started making desperate whimpering noises, and tried to shift my hips around in protest. I did not want to ruin my sexual relationship with Brutus by cumming the normal ever way again. She seemed to take the hint, as she returned my foreskin to its original position around my little, pink tip and stood up, wiping the precum off her fingers with her poncho.
She finally walked back around to the front of Brutus and squatted down to face me again.
"You are something else, you know that?" I've never experienced so much entertainment in one day before. You have certainly impressed me, boy.``
With this, she stood up and disappeared to my left once again. I could hear some shuffling as she messed with something in her bag. I then heard her lift her boot into the stirrup, and swing herself onto the back of Brutus. I started to panic as she mounted my Brutus!
What a whore! Get off of him! Dont touch my Brutus!
That was all I could think of as I let out several high pitched groans, and thrashed around violently in protest. She didn't seem to care.
"You and I are gonna have a lot of fun together, slut!" she shouted from atop the modified saddle. "Now giddy up horsey!"
My world turned from a crimson rage into incredible pleasure as I was violently thrown back down on Brutus' shaft once again. I came instantly as his massive equine balls collided with mine and he suddenly accelerated to a gallop. I slid up and down his shaft as we flew over hills and creeks, cuming several times as we headed to wherever this woman was taking us. Every time I came back forwards, his flared tip threatened to slip past my lips, and back down into my stomach. But this never happened, his flare was too swollen from the increased blood flow.
After about 20 mins of his balls slapping against mine, I came one last time onto the trail below, leaving one small line of clear liquid on the trail as we continued at a slower pace. Soon we arrived at a small, secluded log cabin in the woods far into the hills. I had no energy left from the abuse I had just taken from the journey here, and almost passed out as we came to a stop. I heard the strange woman dismount and walk up to me. She then squatted down in front of me again.
"You make some incredibly cute noises with that massive horsecock drilling you, ya know. I especially love the sound his balls make clapping against that tight ass of yours on the way here!" She then walked over to the cabin, unlocking the door.
"But I feel like you were having far too much fun while I was stuck doing the hard job of riding, let's fix that." She said ominously as she walked through the door of the cabin.
She disappeared into the cabin for a few minutes before emerging with a rope lead and a small cloth bag. She attached the lead to Brutus and tied him to a pole under an awning besides the cabin, despite my loud protests.
"I hope you're comfortable down there. It seems like you are." She said bending down. "Because his cock is gonna be your home for the night!"
This statement filled me with a deep pit of fear somewhere in my cum filled stomach. I didn't want to freeze to death on a cold, summer night. But at the same time a small part of me was profoundly turned on by this proposition.
"Now let's hear that pretty little voice of yours!" she then gripped my shoulders and yanked me forward with far more strength than she let on. The flare popped back into my stomach and I regurgitated a small puddle of cum onto the fallen leaves below.
"What are you.. Hey!" I yelled as she swiftly inserted a round, hard object into my mouth. It was metal and left my mouth plugged once again. She then quickly tied it behind my head, securing it in place.
"I think I heard enough for now. I've been meaning to use this for a while now. Don't worry, it's clean. Mostly" she said, giving me her signature smirk.
She then reached down into her bag and pulled out something small and gray. It looked like a slightly bigger than normal thimble, except it had no holes, save for one large one in the bottom. It also peculiarly had a slightly wider ring around the top. My expression turned to shock as I realized what it was. I saw the small lock hole and that's when I knew. It was a chastity cage. I had heard of them being attached to men, especially indentured servants, to emasculate and humiliate them. Or more worryingly to control their orgasms.
Then, she ran around behind me and I felt something cold slip over my limp shaft and balls. I felt her warm fingers squishing my tiny balls though the tight ring, until it came to rest at the base of my cock. Once the ring was fully on, I felt it squeeze my already narrow cock base like a vice, nearly cutting off circulation to my whole reproductive system. Luckily, I wasn't planning on using it, so it didn't concern me in that way. But what really had me frustrated was I really hated the idea of being denied release from my pent up horsecock ruts.
She then firmly squeezed my limp shaft into the shaft of the cage, which had to have been less than an inch long, as it compressed my already miniscule nub even more. The fact that I was dripping precum probably made it easier for her, as she was able to get my tiny shaft in the cage with little difficulty. With a subtle click a hefty lock, which weighed what felt like a ton, was latched onto the cage, sealing the two halves together.
Satisfied with her work, she reached up and flicked my balls with her finger, eliciting a sharp moan and a violent twitch from my whole body as I came on the spot, shooting two tiny ropes of clear cum onto the dirt below. The now moist and cold metal of my new cock prison left my cock feeling chilled by the evening air. It quickly shrunk into the shape of the cage as it tried to retreat from the freezing metal.
"Haha! pathetic!" She giggled, "Well, see you in the morning, horse girl. Or is it boy…? …Nah, there's no way you're anything resembling a man after what I just watched you do. Anyways, good night slut!"
With that she then disappeared back into the dimly lit cabin, leaving me alone in the cold evening breeze. Goosebumps covered my skin as I shivered. The only warmth I could gather was from my cum filled belly, and Brutus's shaft which sat, half erect in my ass still. I was defeated, and with much discomfort, fell asleep from exhaustion.