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Corpus had been a “councilor” for years, and he had worked to slowly convince other councilors to get in on his little game. They would all be here for months with nothing but all these hot young studs running around, so it honestly wasn't that difficult to tempt most of them.\n\nToday was an especially large pain for the stud. The oldest group of scouts were all packing up to climb Saber Mountain so they could earn their final badges and graduate. By now Corpus intimidated most all of them, as he had been raping them all off and on behind the scenes for years. If it weren't for the tight inviting flesh of the new comers he might even have missed them. Unfortunately for them though, regret wasn't in his nature, and those three he had already gotten to had been surprisingly good.\n\nAfter he finished packing he walked out to the flag poll and gave the trumpeter's sore rump a firm spank, followed shortly by a gasp and then the call for the older boys to assemble. He had been so excited about the new boys that he had forgotten to pack properly and was still stuffing things into his bag as the last of them reported in.\n\nIt was a relatively slow climb up the mountain. It wasn't that Saber Mountain was very steep, but more because of the way the black rock of the mountain face jutted out forming hundreds of jagged edges. To make things worse it seemed like the boys were going even slower than they should have been, thinking up excuses to stop every chance that they got and having several small accidents which required a band-aid or in some cases a small dressing.\n\nCorpus was already upset about this when he reached into his bag to find that the food he had meant to pack was gone. He grumbled as he found a flat rock to sit down on, the surface heated by the warm sun which was starting to set. He knew that he wouldn't be able to take any of the boys (Dinner or otherwise) with all of them there, so he pulled out a small candy bar he had been saving and told everyone to find a place to set up camp.\n\nOddly enough though he didn't get a response from them. After looking around for a second he saw that they were already halfway down the mountain heading back for camp, and appeared to be laughing cheerfully. “They must really want their badges... if they were gonna give up then they should have just told me so I could stay down there and finish with greetings.” His stomach gurgled as he rummaged through his pack for food again. The boys somehow must have gotten a good 15 minute start on him, and he would never make it back before dark.\n\n“FUCK!” Corpus cursed and kicked a rock down the slope. He had forgotten to bring all the poles for his tent as well. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he was started by a low growl and a gruff voice behind him.\n\n“You really should try to keep quieter... you never know who might hear you.” It was a calm voice, but it had a sense of desire in it. Corpus jumped and turned around quickly to look for the source. It was difficult to make out at first but a tiger slowly dropped out of one of the scarce trees on the mountain side and started to stalk towards him. “Hello, meat!”, the tiger almost grinned as he started up to a sprint, closing the gap between him and the horse with ease.\n\n“T-T-Tiger!”, Corpus yelled as if anyone would be there to help him, and he began trying to run down the mountain, stumbling and losing his grip several times on his stubborn hooves, the tiger's agility and mobile paw pads making him much more versatile. The sharp black rocks cuts and stabbed at the stallion's ankles slowing him down until he finally collapsed in a small clearing. It didn't take long for the tiger to catch up and begin circling the defeated stud.\n\n“Such a naughty boy, calling me Tiger and running off like a little pussy. The name is Krechevskoy... and I know all about you, Corpus. Oh, I know all about what you do to the smaller males at your camp...”\n\nCorpus looked up in disbelief. “Wh-What? How? What do you want? If you want some of them then I can get you one, I swear!” He was scrambling to move at all now. One of the rocks and severed his Achilles tendon. Even if he did escape, at this point he would never walk again.\n\n“You really don't feel any remorse at all... No, it was those same boys who brought you to me. They took care of your food and even your tent, and they ditched you up here for me. It's astonishing really how much hate you can harbor for a man who fucks you and all your friends every chance he gets...” The tiger stops circling and comes up in front of the horse, batting his paw across his face and slashing his cheek open. “No... I'm going to have some fun teaching you a lesson before I kill you.”\n\nCorpus squirmed and yelped at the sudden pain to his cheek but found it useless to try and fight back without his powerful legs to kick with, and with no real energy as he hadn't eaten that day. Krechevskoy reached down and picked him up by the throat, slamming his back against the nearest tree and throwing a rope up over the highest limb, securing it beside the wounded equine's head on a thick branch.\n\nA sudden blow to his stomach made the horse bend over double as he was lifted up to stand haphazardly on the top of an odd shaped rock. He would have fallen over immediately if it weren't for the paw around his throat helping him keep his balance. He felt the rough rope wrapping over his head and cinching tightly around his neck.\n\n“We are going to play a little game, you and me. I'm going to remove something precious to you... and then I'll leave. If you can escape then your life is yours. If not, too bad, I'll be back in the morning to claim the body.” The tiger said as if the bloody and beaten had a choice.\n\nThe next thing that happened really surprised the trapped stud however. Looking down he saw the tiger with his warm lips wrapped around the opening of his sheath, rolling his tongue over the bulbous head and kneading his nuts. It was so nice to get head after so long. As nice as it was to take those virgin holes, nothing held a candle to oral, especially in such a dangerous situation. Despite his predicament, he found his cock quickly rising to the occasion, filling out the tigers maw and making his cheeks fluff out.\n\nThe tiger pulled off with a big toothy smile and licked his lips. “What was it that you liked to tell the guys who put up a fight... oh that's right... I'm going to take my time and enjoy this!” The tiger flicks out a claw, reflecting the setting sun behind the tree and presses into the tough skin on the bottom of the equine's ball bag, making him whiny and squirm, shifting the rock under him and tightening the noose.\n\nCorpus was crying now, faced with death, pain, and emasculation, and still his cock throbbed in the air like a trophy of honor. The razor sharp claw slowly worked it's way around the bag, sliding it off and letting the large grapefruit sized orbs hang naked in the breeze, the cool air stinging them as corpus could only struggle to keep his balance and watch what was happening to him.\n\nThe tiger took one orb in each paw and lifted them up, pulling back on them and making the stallion have to pull away from his own testicles in order to stay balanced. Finally, just as he was about to lose control, there was a loud *SNAP* and the cords holding them to his body gave way, breaking in two and pulling back up inside him in a defeated way.\n\nCorpus cried out in pain as he watched one of his orbs disappear into the tiger's mouth, and then the other. A loud pop coming from each one as their contents burst out into the carnivorous maw. The once proud stallion was a gelding now, lower even than the mare's, and he would die soon at this rate.\n\nAfter emasculating him and swallowing down his snack, Krechevskoy turned and walked off up the mountain to the sound of cheers coming from from behind. Corpus turned his head just enough to see almost the whole camp had been watching. He immediately flushed red, partly with anger, but mostly out of embarrassment. They were all laughing at him and chanting “Geldy, Gledy, Gelding! Geldy, Geldy, Gelding!”\n\nHe tried to speak, even to yeah, but nothing he said was even heard in all the celebration. He stood there on his bleeding ankle and his one good hoof crying and waiting for help, but after a while the last of the boys had left. It was just past sundown, it was dark, cold, and he could hear wolves off in the distance. He was alone... between the pain, hunger, and humiliation, he made up his mind. One quick movement and the rock slipped out from under him, and after a short drop he heard his neck snapping, and then nothing. The tiger would be by to collect the corpse in the morning.\n\n2009 © Krechevskoy\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Hoofing It

Charn's Secret Santa

2009 © Krechevskoy

The large white stallion wiped his dick clean on the tight rump in front of him before turning to leave.  He had a smug grin on his face as he left the much younger horse crying face down on on his small wooden cot.  This was the third stud he had topped that day, and he was feeling pretty good about himself as he headed back to his cabin to get packed.

Corpus was a camp councilor for the Junior Stallion Scouts, an all male, all equine camp for young studs to learn how to survive in the wild.  He wasn't that young himself though, a large muscle bound stallion, with an equally impressive member to boot.  Since him and the other councilors were all in on these private escapades, it only made sense that one of the camp rules be that clothes weren't allowed.

It was actually a rather sweet setup.  Corpus had been a “councilor” for years, and he had worked to slowly convince other councilors to get in on his little game.  They would all be here for months with nothing but all these hot young studs running around, so it honestly wasn't that difficult to tempt most of them.

Today was an especially large pain for the stud.  The oldest group of scouts were all packing up to climb Saber Mountain so they could earn their final badges and graduate.  By now Corpus intimidated most all of them, as he had been raping them all off and on behind the scenes for years.  If it weren't for the tight inviting flesh of the new comers he might even have missed them.  Unfortunately for them though, regret wasn't in his nature, and those three he had already gotten to had been surprisingly good.

After he finished packing he walked out to the flag poll and gave the trumpeter's sore rump a firm spank, followed shortly by a gasp and then the call for the older boys to assemble.  He had been so excited about the new boys that he had forgotten to pack properly and was still stuffing things into his bag as the last of them reported in.

It was a relatively slow climb up the mountain.  It wasn't that Saber Mountain was very steep, but more because of the way the black rock of the mountain face jutted out forming hundreds of jagged edges.  To make things worse it seemed like the boys were going even slower than they should have been, thinking up excuses to stop every chance that they got and having several small accidents which required a band-aid or in some cases a small dressing.

Corpus was already upset about this when he reached into his bag to find that the food he had meant to pack was gone.  He grumbled as he found a flat rock to sit down on, the surface heated by the warm sun which was starting to set.  He knew that he wouldn't be able to take any of the boys (Dinner or otherwise) with all of them there, so he pulled out a small candy bar he had been saving and told everyone to find a place to set up camp.

Oddly enough though he didn't get a response from them.  After looking around for a second he saw that they were already halfway down the mountain heading back for camp, and appeared to be laughing cheerfully.  “They must really want their badges... if they were gonna give up then they should have just told me so I could stay down  there and finish with greetings.”  His stomach gurgled as he rummaged through his pack for food again.  The boys somehow must have gotten a good 15 minute start on him, and he would never make it back before dark.

“FUCK!” Corpus cursed and kicked a rock down the slope.  He had forgotten to bring all the poles for his tent as well.  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he was started by a low growl and a gruff voice behind him.

“You really should try to keep quieter... you never know who might hear you.”  It was a calm voice, but it had a sense of desire in it.  Corpus jumped and turned around quickly to look for the source.  It was difficult to make out at first but a tiger slowly dropped out of one of the scarce trees on the mountain side and started to stalk towards him.  “Hello, meat!”, the tiger almost grinned as he started up to a sprint, closing the gap between him and the horse with ease.

“T-T-Tiger!”, Corpus yelled as if anyone would be there to help him, and he began trying to run down the mountain, stumbling and losing his grip several times on his stubborn hooves, the tiger's agility and mobile paw pads making him much more versatile.  The sharp black rocks cuts and stabbed at the stallion's ankles slowing him down until he finally collapsed in a small clearing.  It didn't take long for the tiger to catch up and begin circling the defeated stud.

“Such a naughty boy, calling me Tiger and running off like a little pussy.  The name is Krechevskoy... and I know all about you, Corpus.  Oh, I know all about what you do to the smaller males at your camp...”

Corpus looked up in disbelief.  “Wh-What? How?  What do you want?  If you want some of them then I can get you one, I swear!”  He was scrambling to move at all now.  One of the rocks and severed his Achilles tendon. Even if he did escape, at this point he would never walk again.

“You really don't feel any remorse at all... No, it was those same boys who brought you to me.  They took care of your food and even your tent, and they ditched you up here for me.  It's astonishing really how much hate you can harbor for a man who fucks you and all your friends every chance he gets...”  The tiger stops circling and comes up in front of the horse, batting his paw across his face and slashing his cheek open.  “No... I'm going to have some fun teaching you a lesson before I kill you.”

Corpus squirmed and yelped at the sudden pain to his cheek but found it useless to try and fight back without his powerful legs to kick with, and with no real energy as he hadn't eaten that day.  Krechevskoy reached down and picked him up by the throat, slamming his back against the nearest tree and throwing a rope up over the highest limb, securing it beside the wounded equine's head on a thick branch.

A sudden blow to his stomach made the horse bend over double as he was lifted up to stand haphazardly on the top of an odd shaped rock.  He would have fallen over immediately if it weren't for the paw around his throat helping him keep his balance.  He felt the rough rope wrapping over his head and cinching tightly around his neck.

“We are going to play a little game, you and me.  I'm going to remove something precious to you... and then I'll leave.  If you can escape then your life is yours.  If not, too bad, I'll be back in the morning to claim the body.”  The tiger said as if the bloody and beaten had a choice.

The next thing that happened really surprised the trapped stud however.  Looking down he saw the tiger with his warm lips wrapped around the opening of his sheath, rolling his tongue over the bulbous head and kneading his nuts.  It was so nice to get head after so long.  As nice as it was to take those virgin holes, nothing held a candle to oral, especially in such a dangerous situation.  Despite his predicament, he found his cock quickly rising to the occasion, filling out the tigers maw and making his cheeks fluff out.

The tiger pulled off with a big toothy smile and licked his lips.  “What was it that you liked to tell the guys who put up a fight... oh that's right... I'm going to take my time and enjoy this!”  The tiger flicks out a claw, reflecting the setting sun behind the tree and presses into the tough skin on the bottom of the equine's ball bag, making him whiny and squirm, shifting the rock under him and tightening the noose.

Corpus was crying now, faced with death, pain, and emasculation, and still his cock throbbed in the air like a trophy of honor.  The razor sharp claw slowly worked it's way around the bag, sliding it off and letting the large grapefruit sized orbs hang naked in the breeze, the cool air stinging them as corpus could only struggle to keep his balance and watch what was happening to him.

The tiger took one orb in each paw and lifted them up, pulling back on them and making the stallion have to pull away from his own testicles in order to stay balanced.  Finally, just as he was about to lose control, there was a loud *SNAP* and the cords holding them to his body gave way, breaking in two and pulling back up inside him in a defeated way.

Corpus cried out in pain as he watched one of his orbs disappear into the tiger's mouth, and then the other.  A loud pop coming from each one as their contents burst out into the carnivorous maw.  The once proud stallion was a gelding now, lower even than the mare's, and he would die soon at this rate.

After emasculating him and swallowing down his snack, Krechevskoy turned and walked off up the mountain to the sound of cheers coming from from behind.  Corpus turned his head just enough to see almost the whole camp had been watching.  He immediately flushed red, partly with anger, but mostly out of embarrassment.  They were all laughing at him and chanting “Geldy, Gledy, Gelding! Geldy, Geldy, Gelding!”

He tried to speak, even to yeah, but nothing he said was even heard in all the celebration.  He stood there on his bleeding ankle and his one good hoof crying and waiting for help, but after a while the last of the boys had left.  It was just past sundown, it was dark, cold, and he could hear wolves off in the distance.  He was alone... between the pain, hunger, and humiliation, he made up his mind.  One quick movement and the rock slipped out from under him, and after a short drop he heard his neck snapping, and then nothing.  The tiger would be by to collect the corpse in the morning.

2009 © Krechevskoy

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