Richard was doing his best to trek quickly through the open market area, wanting to be free of the heat that was coming from the unrelenting sun. Even in the early morning it was beating down on him. He was doing his best to weave around the various anthros and humans that were all rushing about, being quick to unload the wares from the trading ships so they could be put on display and sold. Richard wasn’t here for any of that. The 25 year old palomino colt was a decorated lieutenant, leaving his docked ship and crew behind why they too restocked but on much higher quality supplies than what these ordinary folks were scrambling to unload. Typically the restocking took about a day and a half, which gave Richard plenty of time to seek out a place had heard about just before he set sail from Britain. 

Supposedly there was a place just beyond the main market. He knew better than to ask about it. Even if he was wearing clothing more befitting of an ordinary person, the equine knew better than to run the risk of asking about the Underground in case he was recognized. Clad with a cloak over himself that did little to shield him from the heat, Richard was briskly weaving around and through the hordes of rushing civilians. He had to decipher the location based on what he heard two drunkards talking about at a tavern back home. It was a place where certain…fantasies could be fulfilled. At the time Richard had been quick to write off the tale as mere fiction, disgusting tall tales but when their course had them docking in India, Richard felt…compelled to at least see if this tale had even a smidgen of truth…

Leaving the crowded market area behind, Richard did his best to remain casual as he looked for anything that would be out of the ordinary. For some reason a nearby alley caught and maintained his attention. It was a gut feeling he decided to follow. The alley was dark, wet, and had a smell that made the orderly equine’s nose turn up. But he persisted, stepping around the grime and filth on the ground. About halfway through the alley, he came upon a flight of stairs that were leading downwards to a door with no labels or indications of what was on the other side. 

‘Could it be..?’ Richard thought to himself. He looked around and saw that nobody was nearby. Taking a deep breath, the lieutenant descended the stairs. When at the bottom he reached out and took hold of the door’s handle. When he pulled it open and peeked inside, Richard couldn’t stop himself from gasping aloud. Now he knew that The Underground was real. He also knew better than to just leave the door open and he quickly stepped inside, shutting it behind him. 

As soon as he was fully inside, Richard needed a moment for his senses to adjust. Filling the air were the smells of hookah smoke, alcohol, and of course the stench of sex that was all around. It was no wonder why. Just beyond the front counter were various beds and seats where others were already engaging in acts that were shunned by the whole of society. The closest to him was a bull that was on one of the seats, lying nude on his side as two young indian girls were running their tongues over his body, one nursing on his thick nipple while the other was lapping at one of his large balls. While enjoying their young mouths, the bovine was sipping on a strong drink, getting himself ready for what would be his third round with them. 

Richard looked around and noticed that most of the patrons were anthros like himself. Large and strong males that were bigger and stronger than any human man. They made no attempts to hide their elation of being tended to by those much younger than themselves. Some were even making a show of themselves, grunting deeply while thrusting and spilling their seed, adding to the smells of cum and sweat that was making Richard a bit dizzy but also greatly aroused. This place was real and that meant he could possibly…

There was another thing that he noticed. It wasn’t just girls that were being put to work. Boys that were both human and anthro, more than likely orphaned children with nowhere else to go, were also being made to serve these large shameless men, pinned down or gripped roughly, made to take a hefty shaft or swallow down a load. One was promptly pushed away as soon as a hippo had finished firing his load and was quick to beckon another boy to take their place. He took hold of the other boy’s head and pushed it down, groaning as his maleness was out of sight, hidden behind the stretched pair of lips. 

In order to gain and maintain his position and status, Richard had to hide that he fancied other males, that he was gay. But he was also afraid to do anything with a man older or burlier than himself. It was too awkward for him. What Richard wanted was another male, but not a man…

The pages consisted of a detailed sketch and a description that Richard was unable to read. The sketches served well enough and he proceeded to look through the catalog, hoping to find someone that would fit his tastes. 

As Richard was still looking through the selection, one of the other staff members went to get the Brothel-lord. He wasn’t happy to be pulled away from counting his profits, that was until he was informed of the foreigner that had stepped into their establishment. That piqued his interest and he stepped into the main area, ignoring the sights and sounds of sex around him to see the new face for himself. Even with the cloak obscuring the anthro’s face, the Brothel-lord could see that he was not from around here. His clothes, though obviously chosen to mimic the common folk of India, were made of fine materials. Elegantly woven for style and durability. Looking him up and down, his eyes then fell on the pouch attached to the anthro’s side, dangling and bulgy from the amount of coins that were stuffed inside. 

“Welcome, friend!” he greeted, taking the anthro by surprise. Richard jumped and the hood part of his cloak fell back, revealing his face. The horse gasped and was quick to pull it back on. 

“No, no, no. No worry, friend. Secret, we keep.” 

”Ah, o-okay…” Richard said. He could feel his nerves welling up. Was this a mistake? Could he really go through with this? 

”Sanjiv,” the indian man said, outstretching his hand. He was taller than Richard and bulkier too, his skin dark and his hair well kept. As far as Richard could tell, this man was one of status, dressed well and much cleaner than the kids that were “performing” in the background. 

“R-Richard…” the horse said. 

”Very good. Now, have you chosen?” Sanjiv asked. His english was simple but he spoke it well enough. 

Returning his attention to the catalog, Richard continued to flip through the pages, looking at the sketch. None had caught his interests, not until he came upon the last page. The sketch alone made him gasp aloud. 

”You like?” Sanjiv asked. Richard managed to nod. “Very good but not cheap.” 

”I… I can pay,” the equine said without hesitation. His hands were trembling as he reached for his pouch. 

He was thirteen, his name being Rasheed. This was the one he wanted. And a private room. Even if he was able to live out his wildest dreams, the horse still didn’t want to be seen. Rasheed and the private room, the nicest one available, had a high price attached, but Richard was willing to pay in full and he wound up forking over nearly all of the money he had on him. It was money well spent in his eyes. With the coins confirmed as real and from Britain, Richard was given a smile as he was personally led to the private room. 

The room was very nice. Nicer than he expected. It was clean and the lighting was pleasant. A large bed took up most of the back half of the room while the front half had…interesting decorations. It was full of equipment; mounted bars with leather straps attached. Weights of various sizes, some of them looking impossible for anyone to lift. The colt was confused but managed to make himself comfortable on the bed. Silky smooth and soft, the bed was giving him a comfort that eased his nerves. And the escape from the heat did much to put him in a better mood. Sanjiv had led him here and encouraged him to get comfortable before he shut the door. Now left to his own devices, Richard was left to wait for whatever was going to come next. 

Just as he got his shoes off, Richard’s nostrils flared, picking up on a scent that made him cough. He was unprepared for whatever it was, making his nose and throat burn. Shaking his head, Richard huffed and managed to collect himself but taking another breath proved that it wasn’t his imagination. Something, whatever it was, was wafting a thick funk that was getting stronger. He had never experienced something like this before; a pungent yet strangely alluring aroma that struck his senses hard. For some reason he was finding it easier to handle the more he inhaled, it was even making his mouth water...


The door opened and in came an entire group. Sanjiv was the first and he was followed by 4 large burly men, all moving someone. As they came into the room, Sanjiv broke away and smiled as he saw Richard on the bed. 

“Ah, comfortable, yes? Here he is. Rasheed. This one is father to thousands. Bred hundreds and hundreds of women. Father of entire nation of Indians,” Sanjiv introduced the selected child while the four men were moving a chain, one so thick and heavy looking. They were all grunting and straining while moving the other end, attaching it to a locking hook embedded in the floor. The other end of the incredibly thick chain was wrapped firmly around the indian boy’s neck. Aside from the men and the chain around his neck, the boy also came in with his hands chained behind his back and there seemed to be some kind of iron chastity device locking Rasheed’s loins away, unable to be touched or even seen. 

“Hasn’t been bought in two weeks. Will be eager to perform for you,” Sanjiv said. He bowed and took his leave along with the other men, leaving just Richard and Rasheed in the bedroom. Now that it was just the two of them, the horse was able to really take notice of the boy’s features. He was a human, not having any hair on his body, save for the untamed hair atop of his head, his body covered in brown smooth skin...and muscles. 

Rasheed’s sketch hadn’t done him justice. Standing before the gawking horse, the thirteen year old was a living muscle god among common men! The only clothing he had was that chastity device fastened to his crotch so every part of him was free to observe. His shoulders were bulging, even wider than any of the large men that had brought him in the room. The boy’s chest muscles were a thick square shape, taunt even when they were in a resting position. His abs were highly defined, stacked on top of each other, looking rock solid. Below were the boy’s thighs that were so bulky and wide, the same going for his calf muscles. His arms were just as large and impressive, even without him flexing. The rippling muscles of his chest didn’t look like they would give any leeway, pairing perfectly with the rest of the young indian’s herculean physique. 

With the door closed, Richard’s nose picked up that same smell but it was much stronger. It was coming from the boy; an obscene body smell that would have fit better one a wild animal. They locked eyes. Richard’s blue eyes connected to Rasheed’s dark ancient ones, filled with the mysteries and desires of Asia. 

”G-Gods…this boy is strong. I’ve never seen anything like it…” Simply calling him strong was an understatement but the British horse had no other way to describe it. His mind was straining to understand how a boy as young as this could be so muscular, every part of his body was so cleanly maintained and sculpted. Even just looking at him, Richard could see how hard the muscles were, from his solid calves to the beefy bullneck that wasn’t affected by the huge and heavy chain that was wrapped around it multiple times over. 

He reached out to try and lift the chain himself but quickly found himself overwhelmed by the sheer weight of just a small section. How in the world was this boy able to stand with them around his neck, weighing down on his shoulders? 

Just as he asked himself that, Richard heard a creaking and groaning. Rasheed’s muscles were flexing a bit and the chains keeping his hands bound were straining to contain him. “By Hera…he’s bursting out of it…” Richard marveled aloud. The chain links snapped one by one, releasing his arms. The next thing to come off as the chastity device, all but exploding off of Rasheed. Every part of Rasheed that was chained or restrained was breaking free. Even the much thicker and heavier chains around his neck were groaning and rattling against the boy’s brown skin. 

Even while he was gawking in amazement, Richard had enough sense to back away just before the chain burst apart, the broken links flying off in different directions. Bits of metal were falling off his body like raindrops. Now free, Rasheed was flexing and easing the slight ache he was feeling in doing so his muscles were flexing and bulging. As bits of broken chain were clinking and clattering at his feet, Richard felt the urge to kneel. It was as if he watched a god being born, ascending from the limits of natural limits. 

 With the chains and devices free from his body, Rasheed’s loins were able to come free. His balls were huge, bigger than his own. They looked overfull as well, full to burst from two weeks-worth of built up seed. The sack hung low behind an incredibly thick and muscular uncut cock. It was hardening, surging upwards. Swelling along the thick foreskin were plump veins that were like fingers, pumping great amounts of blood that made the appendage hard as diamond and even fatter than his own equine length. Richard was hit with a wave of absolutely brutal musk. It was thick and masculine but also power, stronger than what would even come from an anthro like himself. It was like the potent, unwashed smell that would come from a testosterone-riddled breeding bull. Even though he was much older, Richard felt an unexplained need to submit himself to the unnatural amount of power radiating from the indian boy, to bask in the presence and overwhelming scent, just as offending as it was intoxicating. 

While the horse was just standing there with wide eyes and an open mouth, Rasheed stepped away, approaching a corner that had various objects to exercise with. Saying nothing still, the boy started off by taking hold of two very heavy looking dumbbells. He began doing standing curls, moving the dense looking weights with no trouble at all. With every curl his biceps were swelling, the veins underneath the skin bulging outwards. 

Richard was surprised by this but he wasn’t going to tell the human boy to stop. Instead he stood mesmerized, watching Rasheed lifting the weights, his eyes scanning the whole of his body. Even though the workout was focusing on his arms, the entirety of his body would tense to an extent. Their eyes met again and Richard felt a jolt run down his spine. Keeping himself quiet, he let the boy continue his reps. Rasheed put the dumbbells down, much to his confusion. Apparently not satisfied with what he was doing right now, Rasheed sought out something heavier and that brought him to a pair of crudely fashioned weights. While the shape of them weren’t up to the standard, Richard could obviously see how heavy they were. The metal was dark and there were slight indents in the floor’s wood just beneath them. 

There were no handles to grab onto but Rasheed took hold of them both, having a hand gripping the rough surface before he began to pull both up at the same time. Even while lifting them up slowly, it was easy to see that it was hardly any trouble for him. Letting just a few light grunts, Rasheed began lifting the pair of small metal boulders up and down, this time making more than just his arms swell. His chest was tensing and the veins in that area were pressed tightly against the skin, just like his arms. Rasheed seemed more focused on working out than doing anything with the horse. It would have been easy for the horse to forget why he bought time with the boy and the room. He would have been satisfied in just watching Rasheed perform if it wasn’t for the incessant throbbing in his pants. He couldn’t help but start rubbing himself through the high quality fabric. As he showed his strength, Richard observed the boy’s body swelling as his muscles bulged. So easily he was putting any other man, be they human or anthro to shame. Even the hardiest men apart of his own crew failed to match up to Rasheed’s raw and natural prowess. 

When Rasheed was brought in, he wasn’t sweaty. His brown skin was brown, silky smooth and warm. As he showed his strength by lifting these heavy objects, the boy was starting to perspire. With the passing of time, it was showing clearly on his skin and wafting from him was an all too alluring musk that Richard quickly grew fond of. He could smell the boy’s virility and power, a promise of strong breeding and dense seed that would knock a woman up with two if not three at once. Feeling his own shaft throbbing hard in his pants, Richard was aware of himself becoming all the more needy for more of it all. More displays of strength and more of that all too intense musk. 

He had purchased the time with Rasheed and he was much older and yet he was feeling completely emasculated by the younger male. Rasheed was saying nothing and yet his gaze was making the horse feel weak in the knees. He was feeling the urge to worship and pleasure the boy as much as he could; as if Rasheed was a demigod and he was nothing more than a mere mortal meant to serve. These thoughts were swirling in his mind as he watched the crude weights being lifted. When they were dropped to the ground, making two loud thud sounds and making a bigger indent in the ground, Richard was snapped from his daze. 

Rasheed moved on from the weights and his focus was on the metal beam that was set up on the other side of the room. There were thick leather straps attached that Rasheed took a hold of, wrapping them around his palm before clenching his hands and pulling himself upwards. With the same amount of ease as the weight-lifting, Rasheed was pulling up his own body, lifting and lowering himself in a smooth and controlled way. Doing so was making him sweat even more, his body glistening all over and the musk getting even stronger within the closed off room. While he was doing these pull-ups, Richard noticed that the incredibly muscular kid was looking at him with a certain look, his dark eyes conveying a meaning. In time the horse came to understand. The indian boy was beckoning him to approach, to worship his body and bask in his strength. Though he was younger and had been purchased, Rasheed was the one in control here and wordlessly called for admiration and satisfaction from the gawking anthro. 

Richard managed to walk forwards on steady feet. Walking across the bedroom, he got up close to the exercising boy. While Rasheed was still lifting and lowering his body, the horse reached his hands out. The first part of the boy he touched was the thick chest and the hard set of abs that were lined up below it. They didn’t budge against his touch, even as he dared to apply more pressure. Enthralled by what he was feeling, Richard continued to run his hands over the boy’s body. He went higher, feeling up the arms and the shoulders. While his body was being touched all over, Rasheed paid no attention to the horse, still doing timed reps. The hands were back where they started, tracing over the pecs and abs, going down lower and tracing over the hard thighs, rubbing over the thick legs and calves, feeling the swelled veins that were bulging out just beneath the skin. 

Rasheed seemed satisfied with that as he let go of the leather straps. His feet touched the floor and he began doing some stretches but in a way that made a show of his body for the anthro that was right in front of him. Knowing that the pair of eyes were on him, Rasheed was flexing his chest and making his pecs bounce. All over his body was tensing up again, really showing every ounce of power he contained. Richard’s mouth was watering at the mere sight, the front of his pants was damp from the precum that had been leaking from his tip. 

The young muscle god then flexed his right bicep for Richard. By the look he gave the anthro, it was clear that he wanted Richard to touch it. How could the older male resist? The full peak was stretching the brown skin so insanely that it was a lighter shade there, glistening in the light that was coming in from the window. Richard reached out with shaking hands and instantly started rubbing the moment he made contact with the unyielding muscle. He tried but was unable to cover the arm, let alone the peaked muscle with both hands. Just being able to touch it, to feel the sweat against his fingers, and smell the powerful animalistic musk up close, Richard just couldn’t contain himself. 

Richard was blushing hard, blood was rushing in his ears, and his length throbbed even harder, making a bigger splash of precum in his pants. He didn’t hesitate to lick the sweat from the bicep, collecting it all over the surface of his tongue. That compelled him to keep doing it, lapping along the smooth skin, over the hard muscles and the swelled veins. His saliva was making the skin even wetter. In time with every lick Richard could feel the bicep firming up even more. On his end, his licking was rewarded with more tantalizing sweat that caused him to moan and hum from its flavor. His soft horse lips were put to use as they were pressed to the bicep. Moaning against the muscle, Richard gently kissed and sucked all over, getting more of a taste for the boy’s power. While making use of his mouth, the horse was also sniffing deeply, taking in the powerful scent that was all around him now. 

There was much more of Rasheed’s body to admire and when the bicep was eased away, Richard sought out the boy’s shoulder next. His lips were pressed to the large and hard mass, His tongue tracing all over the skin, collecting more sweat that he just couldn’t get enough of. Rasheed didn’t react, at least no in any major way. He just kept himself still and let the horse worship various parts of his body. All of the noises being made were coming from Richard, his muffled sounds of elation. Licking the boy clean would have been a fruitless effort. The musk that clung to him was a product of many days without a wash. Knowing that made him even more excited and desperate to worship the strong body. 

He was licking and sucking the shoulder passionately, working his mouth to lick and slurp whatever and wherever he could. Left behind on the hard brown skin was the horse’s saliva but the musk wasn’t lessening, no matter how much Richard used his tongue. He was met with more of that bitter sweat as he moved along the back to the other shoulder, giving it the exact same treatment. There was something about this that he was loving so much. It was so unbecoming of someone of his status. Not just running his tongue all over another male, but one so young. Even if he was older, he wasn’t the one in control. Rasheed was allowing him to do this and the horse had come to discover that he was a big fan of running his tongue all over the young boy. It was so fulfilling; exhilarating yet relaxing. 

The next area he focused on was what stood between the pair of shoulders: the boy’s thick and beefy bullneck. Just like he had with the bicep and shoulders, Richard’s aim was to clean up the sweat from the boy’s immensely strong neck. At this point he had fully embraced his role, being below Rasheed, someone meant to serve and worship. Without a second thought his lips were there: sucking, licking, and nibbling the surface. He smoothly slid along the neck’s wide circumference, feeling that sense of relaxation again as his tongue was flicking and twirling all over. The sweat there was extra strong in flavor and in his nose. As he cleaned it up, Richard couldn’t stop himself from moaning in response. Working slowly but thoroughly, the horse managed to leave the neck slathered with much less sweat but plenty of equine saliva. Even after all of that licking and sucking, the strong masculine aroma hadn’t lost any of its potency. 

Pulling back and standing in front of the stoic boy, Richard leaned down and gave attention to Rasheed’s chest. His hands pressed against them but failed to make them move significantly, even when he really put effort into the act. Filled with a sense of admiration, the horse made use of his hands but in a different way. No longer testing the horse’s strength, he began flicking the nipples with his thumbs, teasing them both at the same time. Doing this managed to get a grunt out of Rasheed and for Richard this was a great accomplishment. 

Rolling his thumbs all around and then over the nipples directly, it didn’t take long for them to become rock solid against them. Shuddering from the touch, Richard took things further by joining his thumbs with his pointer fingers, clamping the dark nubs in between the digits. He began to twist them, swirling his fingers and thumbs in a circular fashion. This time Rasheed didn’t react, but getting him to make a noise in the first place was enough for the British horse. So he continued to stimulate the nubs as they were fully erect and just as hard as the rest of the boy’s body. He even began to tug on them, finding that he wasn’t making any progress in that department.

While teasing them with his fingers, Richard pressed his face in between the rock solid pecs, nuzzling the chest and getting more sweat smeared onto his muzzle, keeping the smell of his musk strong in his flaring nostrils. That made it all too hard for him to resist. He wanted another taste as the masculine aroma was set deep in his senses. So he moved over to one of the pecs and he began to lick sweat from it, sweeping over the nipple as well. Feeling that warmth and smoothness against his tongue was making him shudder and the wetness in his pants increased. Being able to lick, suck, and twirl his tongue all around and over the nipple, Richard was doing all that he could to worship the boy’s chest. He moved over the other nipple and gave it the exact same treatment, treating himself to even more of the sweat that had a scent just as addicting as the taste. 

Richard felt his mouth watering as his tongue was moving with greater speed and purpose, licking all over again and again. The chest was getting even wetter thanks to the remaining sweat along with the saliva that was being left behind by Richard’s mouth. He couldn’t have stopped himself if he had tried and Rasheed continued to stand there, giving him the freedom to keep lavishing his body with licks and sniffs. Richard was feeling lucky to be able to do this, to run his tongue all over such a perfect body, to lick all over and suck on the nipples that seemed to be getting harder the more he interacted with them. There was no shame felt as he continued to give his attention to the much younger male. He was the one gasping and moaning, showing his appreciation and love for the pumped up physique. The wide chest just provided so much area for him to explore, traversing back and forth, he was pausing to give attention to the left nipple and then to the other one, giving it plenty of licks and sucks. Finally feeling that he had enough, Richard pulled his mouth back, panting hard as he could still taste the sweat and musk on his tongue. 

At this point, Richard was completely lost to his desires. No longer caring of his status, what was right or wrong, the equine was quick to find a new part of the boy to lick and sniff. Hovering his nose over Rasheed’s body, the anthro found himself at the young human’s underarm. Rasheed acted accordingly, lifting his arm and flexing it at the same time, giving the older male clear access to his sweaty hairless pit. The boy still wasn’t saying anything nor was he giving any notable reaction. Richard had come to accept this and understood that he was allowed to proceed. 

His body tingling with excitement, Richard slowly came in close to the waiting armpit. While closing the distance, he was breathing in the raw smell that was coming from the area. Coming from this part of his body in particular, Richard was struck by its sheer strength. Both off-putting yet addicting, Rasheed smelled like a wild animal, one that hadn’t been bathed in such a long time, left to baste in their own pheromones. Richard was powerless to resist it, even if it went against everything he was meant to represent, the closer he came, the deeper his sniffing became, and getting even closer than that allowed him to feel the warmth that was radiating from the sweat-soaked area. 

The last remnants of resistance within him were shattered and he pushed his head directly underneath the large and tensed up arm. His nose was instantly made wet from the sweat that had gathered on the smooth, brown skin. The smell was even stronger directly against the skin as well, taking a small whiff was enough to make Richard’s head spin. He moaned without realizing, his tail flicking side to side, a show of his approval. 

No longer thinking of his position, his status, what could happen if those back home ever found out about this, Richard was able to fully enjoy this. He took deeper breaths, filling his nose and lungs with the grizzly musk, letting its head-spinning and nose-burning effects take hold of him. It was exciting and arousing him more and more. His erection was still twitching in his pants, the front ruined by the amount of precum that had leaked out. This was Richard’s first time indulging in someone else’s musk, let alone someone so young yet so powerful and beastly. It was so powerful but in the best of ways, striking his senses hard yet leaving him wanting more of it. 

With nothing more in his head than a desire for more, Richard took another deep breath that filled his nose and lungs again, this time inhaling for as long as he could, letting the effect really take hold of him. Even more than before, the musk took hold of his senses, sending a powerful jolt down his spine. Wanting even more, Richard began grinding his muzzle into the sweaty cleft. Doing this was getting the sweat all over his face, he was getting marked by it, smelling more of the human boy then of himself. While still sniffing deeply, Richard was getting the entirety of his face wet, making a point to rub the sides of his long muzzle over the slick skin too. Doing this also got the pit-sweat’s taste on his lips, being much stronger than the sweat that had been on Rasheed’s chest, arms, or his neck. 

Just getting a small taste of it on his tongue was enough to make Richard want much more. He didn’t think twice about it, instead just acting on his desires. The first lick got that sweat all over his tongue, the taste being just as strong as the odor and just as desirable. Crossing this hurdle emboldened the equine, he licked again and slowly traced along the pit’s curvature. While doing that he was moaning, fully embracing what he wanted and basking in the stimulation of his senses. From an outside perspective, Richard appeared to be trying to clean the sweat away, using his tongue as a rag. It was moving about with purpose, sweeping over areas that hadn’t been touched before. 

From Richard’s own perspective, he was simply worshiping the godly boy. He just couldn’t get enough of the smell or taste. It was all just too good, constantly compelling him to keep licking and smelling, as much as he possibly could. Sweat kept finding his taste buds and he aimed to lick it all up. His nose was constantly inhaling and exhaling, keeping the musk’s purity intense in his nostrils. Rasheed’s body was nothing short of addicting. It was more than what he could ever ask for. It was so much better than he could have imagined. Never before had he been so satisfied with a purchase. 

For as much as he was licking, Richard noticed that the smell wasn’t losing any of its strength. Even after all that licking and him rubbing his fur against the wet surface, getting it to soak up the mix of sweat and his own saliva, the smell was just as strong and addicting. With every lick and sniff, Richard made a sound, some being small grunts and others being pure moans of delight. Once every part of Rasheed’s put had been licked and cleaned of the sweat that had coated the surface, Richard finally pulled himself away. The smell was still strong all around him and the horse figured it was being the sweat was still slathered all over his face and muzzle but Richard came to realize that every corner of the room was hazed with the boy’s otherworldly musk, being everywhere all at once and so strong, all the more so the closer he was the Rasheed. After a moment to collect himself, Richard took it upon himself to give the other pit the same treatment, working dutifully to clean away the sweat and savor the flavors that would cling hard to his taste buds. 

Now that both pits had been worshiped, Richard was seeking out yet another part of Rasheed’s body to lavish with licks and sucks. Looking the boy’s body up and down, the horse’s eyes fell on the dark skinned balls that were even larger and heavier than his own. Those were certainly something worth giving attention and praise. Having the latest object of his desires and wanting so badly to interact with them, Richard got down on his knees, looking up at the dark eyes that were looking back at him. He saw through the boy’s hard gaze and understood that he was allowed to continue. Coming in close, he observed the smooth skin and the sweat that made it glisten, marveling at the sack’s heft and the thick veins that ran all over the sweaty pouch. 

Closing the distance, Richard made contact with the large sack, touching his muzzle to it. He began sniffing as his nose roamed all over. Doing this was getting him familiar with the smell that was coming from the boy’s balls, being a strong scent that had its own distinct tone; deeper and earthier than what had come from his pits. Humming freely this time,  Richard was voicing his joy from being able to bask in the unique musk that was radiating from the pair of heavy testicles. Now Richard could clearly see how Rasheed supposedly fathered a nation’s-worth of children at such a young age. 

Richard opened his mouth and let his tongue slide out yet again, touching it and running it along the ballsack. All over again, he was given a taste of the boy’s sweat and noticed that the flavor was also different when compared to the sweat that came from the pits. While getting a good taste for this new flavor, Richard was still sniffing and getting himself all the more familiar with the sack’s musk. In doing so his desire to worship the orbs was growing all the stronger. Feeling that he was ready, Richard began to properly lick all over the dangling spheres, the sweeps of his tongue being smooth, gentle but effective. It was tracing and swirling all over, dragging along the sides and even underneath. 

Now that he was familiar with the scrotum's shape, Richard began licking faster and more pressure was applied. He aimed to really clean up the sweat that lied not just on the surface but in between the folds as well. With this goal in mind, Richard was really aiming to give Rasheed the bath he had been sorely missing, doing so with just his tongue since that was the only thing available. But rousing the sack’s skin with his moving tongue, Richard was bringing out an even deeper musk that wafted out and punched Richard’s senses without mercy. Being a complete slave to the aroma that promised such perfect masculinity, the horse just couldn’t stop himself from pushing his face deeper into the sack, moaning as he began nuzzling against it in the same way that he had when up close to the boy’s underarms. A whole new layer of fragrant sweat was being rubbed into his facial fur, further marking him in the younger male’s scent. 

He followed up the next lick with an attempt to fit the large sack into his mouth. To his surprise, only one of the orbs managed to fit in at a time, getting both inside was just too much of a challenge for him. Still aiming to perform as best he could, Richard accepted that he could only give attention to one ball at a time, carefully easing in one and closing his soft lips around it. While running his tongue all over the single orb still, Richard began to gently suck on it at the same time, getting more of that sweat on his tongue. His hot horse mouth was surrounding just one of the boy’s kid-makers. As best as he could, Richard was still aiming to clean the sweat from the skin while also giving as much attention as he could in an attempt to give the indian boy pleasure. 

Lavishing the brown surface with continuous licks and sucks. While doing that he looked up at the muscular uncut cock. It wasn’t any longer than average but much, much thicker than average, even thicker than what he possessed between his own legs. For the time being he continued to nurse on the single ball, doing his best to clean away the remaining sweat. Making more muffled moans against it, Richard was getting lost in the smells and tastes. When he felt that the job was done, he let the single ball ease from his mouth and then did the same to the second one, giving it the exact same amount of attention and worship that the first was given. After giving each of them their due worship via licking and sucking, Richard still gave the sack some more stimulation. Using just his tongue this time, the high-status horse was licking all over what he had missed, collecting the rest of the sweat on the surface of his tongue. 

Richard had looked up at the cock when he had been sucking on the balls. At first he ignored it, still intent on licking and sucking on the boy’s testicles at the time. But now his focus was again on the shaft, looking at it up close he marveled at the strength that radiated from the hard flesh, really observing the thick veins that ran across the fat foreskin. All over again, his mouth was watering from the strong yet appealing scent. It was drawing him in, making him want to lick, suck, and admire it like he had the rest of the boy’s body. In order to do so, he rose up a bit higher, sitting on his knees with his eyes lined up perfectly with the shaft. It was pulsing with power, throbbing hard and promising pure power. Just looking at it was making the horse’s hole twitch. 

Even more than before, Richard wanted to tend to the stoic boy’s pent up needs. Coming in close he reached his hands out; one was roaming over hard muscles, starting at the chest and sliding down from there, also tracing over the set of perfectly chiseled abs. The other hand was going down even lower, first tracing over then loosely taking hold of the diamond-hard erection. The cock flexed against his touch, a dark colored and veiny monster that the horse could hardly wrap his own hand around. The shaft was so wonderfully thick all the way. Even if the length was about average, taking 5 whole incredibly wide inches was certainly no small feat. Anyone on the receiving end was guaranteed to be stretched wide and left that way for some time after. Between the thickness of his shaft, the sheer size of his bull balls, and the raw power that radiated from him, it all became clear to Richard. Rasheed was a living breeding machine, a living means of flooding wombs beyond their limits. 

A sound of excitement came from Richard as he began stroking the boy, admiring the size and how the shaft itself remained hard and unyielding against his squeezes. Running his fingers over the warm and sweat-slick foreskin was so exhilarating. Directly against his own skin, Richard could feel the cock’s powerful pulses. Running over the fat veins, practically feeling the blood rushing through them was more than enough to make the horse’s mouth water again. It took a significant amount of self control to not get down on his knees and press his mouth to those loins again. 

Doing the best he could to pump the firm foreskin back and forth earned Richard a reward in the form of thick precum that was oozing out from the tip, in a very short amount of time there was so much of the fluid leaking out. So hot and heavy, the sticky substance was sending another jolt of arousing excitement through the equine. With his hand absolutely coated in the viscous precum, Richard resumed his stroking, finding that his hand was able to so smoothly and easily glide back and forth. Stroking faster and giving the shaft more squeezes, Richard was made aware of the precum that was still leaking out of the tip. Drooling out in thick and heavy ropes that trailed all the way down the floor, Richard suddenly felt that he couldn’t let such rich essence go to waste. 

While still pumping at the log-like maleness, Richard got himself down just low enough to catch the leaking precum in his open mouth. The flavor that touched his tongue was stronger than he expected but also instantly addicting. The second he tasted it Richard immediately wanted more of it. In addition to catching the fluid just as it came leaking out, Richard’s other hand was put to new use, being a gentle rubbing of the fat sack that he had licked and sucked on so much. 

After another minute of this, Richard found it impossible to restrain himself. He brought both hands up to the cock and even then found it hard to properly grip it. Even with the slippery precum coating every inch, Richard still managed to pull back the foreskin, exposing the fat cock tip and revealing the strong smell that had been kept underneath the thick skin. It hit the horse’s flaring nostrils with full force. Now that he had gotten so used to the boy’s intense body smell, Richard welcomed the masculine stink and exhaled deeply while trembling. 

Simply acting on his own desires, Richard was stretching out his tongue again, touching it to the human boy’s cocktip. With excitement racing through every part of him, the horse wrapped his soft horse lips around just the tip to start. Moving his tongue about, he cleaned up the precum, collecting its strong flavor until it was all cleaned up. In addition to the clear, musky fluid, Richard had also taken it upon himself to clean away any of the sweat and grime that had been missed. This treatment didn’t stop at just the licking all over the wide tip. Richard took things further by slipping his tongue underneath the foreskin, tracing along the girth in a slow fashion, doing his best to clean the underside of the thick meaty flap. 

While he was maneuvering his tongue to clean as much as he could from within the foreskin, Richard was also still breathing in the overwhelming yet all too enticing scent that was radiating from the boy’s crotch and loins specifically. He was too enraptured with the smells and tastes that would have driven anyone else away. 

Of course licking all over and underneath the foreskin caused Richard to want even more. He eased back, slipping his tongue from underneath the fat musky skin and gave the tip a few more licks. That was all before he made the bold choice of trying to fit the incredibly thick phallus into his mouth. With his mind already made up, Richard took on the challenge by slowly sliding his mouth forwards, allowing himself to adjust to the size. Even just getting his lips to stretch around the girth proved to be a challenge in itself. He groaned as the tip actually began to slide into his mouth. Still working slowly, moaning from the taste and snorting through his nose, Richard eventually managed to get himself to the halfway point. Just a minute ago, seeing that Rasheed was only about five inches had made the horse cocky. He had assumed it would be easy but actually attempting to fit it all into his mouth proved to be a greater challenge than he anticipated. 

Needing a moment to collect himself, Richard began to lick and suck on the amount of cock that was already in his mouth. He also made use of his hands again, one gently stroking the inches that had yet to slide past his lips while the other hand was back to cupping and caressing the pair of fantastically large balls. Doing this earned the horse a gush of precum that made his cheeks bulge. He swallowed the load of precum down and felt the warm, musky stuff running down his throat and into his stomach. With the inside of his mouth now slippery thanks to the precum that clung to his tongue and cheeks, Richard had a better time when it came to easing the rest of Rasheed’s cock into his mouth. With a series of pushes and grunts, the grown horse managed to get the last inch in and his nose pressed to the boy’s sweaty crotch. 

When he pulled back, Richard made sure that the tip was left inside of his mouth. This time when he pushed forwards, the horse managed to take the entire length. He still groaned and felt the strain of his mouth being forced to open wider than it usually would. It slid down into his throat, meaning it was also being caressed by the moving walls of his esophagus. The thickness also made it more a challenge to breathe but Richard managed, every breath taken being laced with the boy’s body aroma. 

Being persistent, the horse kept going and with time he was slowly adapting and getting better at handling the boy’s cock. He managed to develop a pace and felt his throat also adjusting to the size, bulging out when the tip would slide in. Now he was drinking down the precum as it squirt from the tip, moaning in response to the thick warmth that was sliding down into his stomach. 

Now that he was feeling comfortable and had gotten into a rhythm, Richard’s blowjob had become smoother and he was licking and sucking at the right times, pausing to give the tip some direct attention and running his tongue all over the shaft’s underside before pulling back again. While one hand had eased away from the latter half of the indian boy’s cock, the other hand on Rasheed’s balls were still rubbing. Richard couldn’t get enough of touching all over the fat and heavy ballsack. They were pulsing and churning, lifting up a bit just before the next rush of precum was spurt from the tip. It was all too easy for Richard to get lost in it all. The repeated motions, the persisting smell, and the flavors that were dancing on her tongue. Richard’s moans came out muffled as he kept taking the length into his throat, drinking down the squirts of precum that were coming out in greater amounts as the shaft’s pulses were getting stronger. On his knees and appearing shorter than the younger male, the older horse was completely subservient, making obscene licking and slurping sounds in between the gulps. Still rubbing the balls, he could feel that they were still so heavy and full even after so much precum had already been released into his mouth and throat. 

Before Richard could really drift off, a strong hand came down and planted itself firmly on the top of the horse’s head, in between his flicking ears. This caused Richard to stop and his head was pushed back, making his cock slide from the equine’s mouth. The anthro looked up at the boy with a confused look but Rasheed used his other arm to point to the bed. Richard understood and felt his body pulsing with excitement as he got up and approached the bed. When he got there he began taking his clothes off, getting completely nude in a very short amount of time. While he was on the bed, Richard also noticed the bottle of oil on the table next to it. 

In terms of sex with other males, Richard had only gone as far as fingering himself when in private, essentially making him a virgin. He uncorked the bottle of oil and used it to lubricate his fingers. With a small moan and a blush on his face, the horse was using those slick digits to get his hole wet both inside and out. Fingering himself, sliding them against his walls was only serving to make him more needy. Anticipation was welling up inside to the point that it was killing him. Even with the fingers inside of him, Richard was feeling surprisingly empty, as if his hole was demanding something much thicker. 

When he was finished, Rasheed was upon him and he took the bottle, simply tipping it over and making the contents pour all over his chest, abs, cock, balls, and the rest of his front half. His muscles were further accented by the oil, glistening and shimmering in the light that was coming in from the window. Richard had been staring, nearly drooling on himself but as the boy’s eyes lined up with his own, the horse shook his head and snapped out of it. There was no doubt in his mind that this is what he wanted. He tried not to show it but Richard was feeling nervous when he rolled onto his back and lifted up his rear in the same way a woman would. 

In response to this, Rasheed closed the distance between them, standing at the edge of the bed, pulling Richard in with one strong hand while the other was greasing up the hard and thick erection before it was positioned in front of the horse’s awaiting donut shaped anus. Just feeling the slicked tip touch his rim was enough to make Richard let out a needy moan. In addition to that the scent of musk was all around him, helping him relax when he really focused on breathing it in. 

“Just…just shove it in me!” Richard said, finding his confidence and knowing what he wanted. 

Rasheed did just that, taking the adult’s words to heart. Using his strength, the boy easily shoved the entirety of his cock inside of the horse, forcing out an almost womanly moan from the equine. His whole body tensed, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through him. The pleasure lasted longer than the pain. With the entirety of the boy’s cock inside of him, Richard felt his hole gripping the girth. It felt even bigger now that it was sunk past his spread rim, an absolutely leviathan monster that was making his anus stretch further than it ever had and all at once. “K-keep going…” 

It didn’t come right away, as if Rasheed was doubting the anthro’s demeanor. The horse was in good shape and his insides were snug around his cock. With the walls massaging his length, Rasheed did as he was told, pulling back and thrusting again. 

Richard’s body shook, his hole squeezed, and his back arched as the human’s phallus was stuffed deep inside of him. With how thick Rasheed’s cock was and how tight he was due to inexperience, his soft and slickened walls were kneading at the diamond hard flesh, squeezing down again when something was pressed by the tip. This time Rasheed didn’t stop. After sinking every inch past the rim, he was pulling back and pushing back in. His body still wasn’t fully used to being penetrated, let alone by something so wide but Richard was compelled to moan. Any pain or discomfort had disappeared entirely, replaced by a myriad of tingles, pulses, and rushes of pleasure. Looking back, he could see that the boy was rocking his body so seamlessly and with no real effort at all; in time with every pump, the horse’s prostate and other spots within his anus were all being jabbed hard or flattened. 

Richard’s anal walls were clamping down hard on the pumping length but Rasheed had no trouble powering through, forcing those walls to part around his incoming boyhood. 

“Yes! Overpower me! Show me your godly strength!” Richard exclaimed. He had never felt like this before. There were so many feelings racing through him that were hard to keep track of,  but what he did know was that he wanted more of this. 

With a grunt, Rasheed forced his length as far as it would go, getting himself even deeper inside of the trembling horse. His strong pelvis made hard contact with the anthro’s shapely rump. Even more of the older male’s anus was made to stretch around the phallus and another hard squeeze came but Rasheed pushed right through like he had before and continued his bucking. 

The sensations that shot through Richard were indescribable. More of his anus being penetrated and the extra pressure applied to his sensitive areas sent intense jolts and waves through the entirety of the high ranking horse’s body. He was moaning out like a heated female. In time with Rasheed’s humps, his body was being rocked back and forth. Gripping the bedding and biting his lips, Richard was still trying to wrap his head around all of these sensations. In time with the pumps, his hole would again clench down but that failed to stop the expert breeding bull time and time again. 

For Richard it was euphoric, he felt this was his true self, finally brought to the surface and allowed to bask in the pleasure. On top of the penetration, the horse was still breathing in the wonderfully pungent aroma that was still heavy in the air and radiating from the humping boy. 

Without any kind of warning beforehand, Rasheed was driving his cock into the horse’s ass with greater speed, repeatedly pounding his rock-solid pelvis against the pair of rounded cheeks that were starting to become a bit red underneath the fur from the steady striking. This caused Richard’s body to be rocked even more and so was the bed, lurching as the indian surged forwards. Even if he wanted to tell Rasheed to ease up or slow down, he couldn’t. His prostate being so relentlessly bashed left him unable to even form words.

Richard cried out again and his body shook even harder than before from the climax that was forced into him. It overtook him the second his prostate was pressed hard again. Even without touching his own equine cock once, Richard felt it throbbing so hard before it began shooting ropes. His load was being spilled all over the fine blankets while his prostate was still being milked by Rasheed’s persisting thrusts. Gripping the blanket even tighter, Richard felt even more pleasure being forced into him and it was made very clear to him that Rasheed wouldn’t stop until he was finished. 

With his climax came the even stronger squeezes of the horse’s ass. Rasheed was still pushing through them and forcing his way through the extra tightness was bringing him extra pleasure in return. The boy’s libido shot through the roof in time with the next thrust from him and squeeze from Richard, being the perfect combination that caused him to reach his peak. That thrust was the last one. Rasheed kept himself in place, his muscles tensing and his heavy semen tanks pulling up and pulsing hard. Another loud cry was forced from Richard as he felt the shaft in his ass swelling to even thicker proportions. After the next throb of his cock, Rasheed began to unload everything that his pent up balls had to offer right into the horse’s snug tailhole. The arrival of literal bucketloads of potent and thick bull semen flooding Richard’s insides was making him moan out all over again. 

It was all blasting out from the tip, marking every surface in the hot and musky cum. With the amount of fluid coming out, Richard felt his ass being quickly filled up. The pulsing shaft’s pure thickness kept everything inside as more cum was being unloaded. As a result, the horse’s stomach was starting to expand; inflating further, becoming heavier, and more rounded as more gushes came from the hilted human. Richard was at the boy’s mercy and wound up stuck in place for nearly 5 whole minutes. 

At first it was nothing short of pleasurable for Richard, feeling his body being filled with so much cum. But after about the first minute and a half, the horse was feeling a sense of strain as the flow continued. That strain then turned into his pain as his body was forced to make room for the seed that was still being pumped into him with full force. Rasheed’s strength kept him in place as he groaned and winced; feeling his flesh and skin stretching, bulging outwards from the inside. His belly was overtaxed with hot, sticky cum and he couldn’t do anything about it until the boy would be finished. 

By then he was looking several months pregnant, the peak of his belly touching the bed’s surface. As soon as the climax was finished, the shaft was pulled free from Richard’s hole, leaving it to leak heavily. A feeling of humiliation came over Richard as his rim was too stretched to contain the oozing seed.

***

It wasn’t long after that Richard wound up collapsing and he woke up all alone in the room. There was no evidence of what happened besides the state of his stomach, still being noticeably swollen and the smell that was clinging to him. Richard did his best to clean himself up and got his clothes on, doing his best to not make eye contact with anyone as he left the Underground. His crew was likely waiting for him… As he walked through the busy streets, the horse was replaying what he had done with that boy. Despite everything: his status, and the rules of society, Richard couldn’t deny that he had fallen in love. He needed to leave but as soon as he could he would be back to have another night with that godly indian adonis.