Bryce's Dream
"So uh, you were,  gonna show me some more of those videos I found," Bryce murmured shyly, fidgeting with his golden mane nervously.  He was already pretty embarrassed having been caught watching butchering videos by his dad a few days ago.  It was even weirder being asked if he wants to see more snuff.  I mean, he did, but with his dad, that was another question entirely.


"Every boy wants to explore what catches their eye at your age, I'm sure you've noticed things stirring; it's hard not to notice for us centaurs,"  Dad smiled, his big eyes calm, gentle, as he invited his son closer with his arms outstretched as he continued,  "We can look at a few more videos if you want, and if that is too much that's fine too."


Bryce clambered up on the bed, feeling rather small against his dad's huge legs.  Enjoying the brush of fetlocks as the little taur nestled in against his dad's hairy chest.  Feeling the warmth of his skin against him and the scent of his mane, relaxing and secure.  Feeling small, but content so, to just hide in his dad’s embrace.  


"There's a hanging special going on, did they have any of those in what you were watching?"  Lucas asked his son, big hands around the boy's belly to just let him relax and get comfy on the soft cushions.  Stroking the boy’s skin softly in gentle traces of calloused fingers on smooth flesh.


Bryce peered back, "I, I think so, I know we just had some lessons on that in snuffie class too."  He blushed his freckles pink, thinking of those ropes being tied, so heavy with such big knots.  Feeling a little stirring in his lap already as his mind thinks of the way the rope grows so taut holding someone up.  


Lucas couldn't help but grin a little, noticing his son’s stirring interest in the conversation.  At least part of him was jumping to attention in the conversation.  Giving his son a little squeeze, "Starting you early I see.  We just had our comics and books to learn from, they didn’t really have classes when I was growing up.  Well, let's see what catches your eye on here.”


Lucas turned the TV on and flipped through the channels, looking for the snuff channel running the special.  The TV focused on a colorful unicorn on display, nude and hanging by a fat rope.  His purple and pink body limp from the end of his rope thick noose.  The grand stallion was no longer moving, his erection dangling lewdly from his lap.  Eyes all unfocused and staring blindly to the floor under him, while his limp ears no longer could hear the quiet applause from the crowd.


Bryce's eyes opened wider as he looked over that sweaty hide.  Lush golden fetlocks presented in the breeze.  The young colt enraptured by the sight of the grand and colorful stallion whose life was casually ended by a simple rope.  A huge knot dug in against his grand mane, spiking it around the rope’s taut embrace.  His face blushed blue and swollen by the loop of rope that strangled his strong body so easily.


"Oh, looks like we got the tail end of that unicorn, and looks like you're enjoying the view.  Big hooves are handsome when they are pointing groundward, aren’t they?"  Lucas asked as he ruffled his son's hair, while both unsheathed to the sight of the dead stallion.


Bryce found his eyes distracted from the sight of dangling ruby hooves by the sight of his father's mottled erection flaring to erection.  Admiring the way it twitched and jerked, flopping against his father’s strong belly.  A blush as his own smaller erection bumped into the stiff flesh, feeling so warm and tingling.  


"Feels nice, doesn't it?  It's OK, you can touch it if you want," Lucas added as the two peeked back to the gentle swaying of the show before him. Leaning over just enough so his heavy adult erection pressed to his son’s small boy arousal.  Mottled flesh brushing together in gentle touches.


The small boy scooted up curiously, and leaned over his father's upper hips.  Curiously reaching fingers to touch the heavy curve of his father's equine erection.  A little giggle as it jumped against his fingers.  Enjoying the way that flesh throbbed to the beat of his father's powerful heart.  Admiring the potent maleness that helped create the young colt.


Bryce looked closer over the heavy arousal his dad presented.  Following the curves of the broad tip and admiring the little bumps around the edge.  A little blush, thinking about how this is what helped birth him and what those actions entailed.  He couldn’t help but think it was quite handsome.  


His dad ruffled his hair as he reached down, to stroke the small ring about the middle of his arousal.  A stifled giggle as he leaned in to kiss that flesh, enjoying the warm smoothness on his lips.  Tasting a hint of musky bitterness, but nothing strong.  A nice, sweaty musk to his dad’s scent as he felt his own arousal twitch against his belly.  Much smaller than dad's impressive length still.


"Oh, it looks like the second show is starting," Lucas gave his son soft pets on his long ears, helping to pull him up to his chest so they could watch the next show together.  A young girl was smiling and waving, her tan skin bare to the cameras.  One big cow ear had a plastic tag in it, and her horns had dainty garlands of daisies around them.  A big wolf was waiting patiently at the top of the gallows to help her out for her final moments.


Bryce peeked curiously, she seemed familiar.  Then a little oh! from him "I wondered where she went last week, she said something about a show but I didn't think it was something like this."


He watched the young girl as she waved and smiled, showing off her bovine lower half.  The taur was a little pudgy, young and innocent in her softness.  A little flick of her tail as she peeked up at the rope awaiting her; looking a little nervous about it even as her tail hiked upwards, showing glimpses of plump cunny, heavy and glistening in arousal.


"She seems a little scared," Bryce murmured as he watched the young girl slowly clamber up those many steps of the big gallows.  His head was on his dad's lap with his chin nestled right on that fat sheath, wandering his fingers to trace the gentle throbbing curves of the arousal pressed against him.


Lucas rubbed his son's hair "I think I'd be too, but she looks pretty excited too.  Maybe it is like she is about to go onto a ride at the fair."  He added, as his fingers rubbed down his son's lower half.  Watching the young girl on the screen kiss and nuzzle at the rope that would claim her soon.  Both admiring the way she showed reverence and admiration to that knotted loop made just for her.
 
She drew it over her cheeks with a casual ease, perhaps well practiced at hanging herself.  Adjusting the loop of rope so the fat knot settled against the back of her neck.  The thick rope rests under her chin as she puts her wrists back and waits for the attendant to cuff her.  Holding her head high to show it off to the camera.   


The wolf was working in careful, gentle and firm motions, her wrists dwarfed by adult hands and heavy cuffs.  Showing off her dainty fingers, painted in pretty pink for her final living moments.  A quiet moment between the two as her life was sealed away by the steady click of the cuffs closing shut behind her back. 


The young girl was at the end of her life as she smiled, trying to make a pretty show for the cameras.  A little wiggle of the jingling chains from her cuffs as she shook her big haunches for those watching.  A gentle nudge from the wolf has her step forward nervously on her big trapdoor.  A peek back to the camera as the wolf guides her forehooves up onto a bar in front of her.


The young girl peeks down as she feels her forelegs lifted up, watching how the bar is slowly raised up.  Making her stand more on her hind hooves, as they inch forward carefully.  A little showy stepping up to the markers on the trapdoor for her hind hooves.  “Oh, I feel so tall,” she giggles, as she peeks about shyly from her exposed pose.  “This is how I’ll look hanging huh, big ol bottom swinging down like this.”  She mused curiously, giving that big bottom an exploratory wiggle.


Her little udder all exposed as her tail flicked nervously.  Peeking down to the attendant helping prepare her to hang.  “All this just to hang little me?  Guess you can’t have that big cow bottom jerk me around too much and ruin the fun,” she added with a wink, trying to keep her best proud face on for the show.


The wolf just continued his work, tuggin at the knots small and large to ensure they are secure.  “Ah, guess you can’t really say much since I’m to be the star.” The little cow taur giggled, wiggling her big bottom.  “Well, I suppose it’s time for me to say goodnight, have fun watching me hang!”  She added with a cheerful wink to the camera.


"Do you think you'd look good in her place?" Lucas teased his son with a grin while he gave the boy's stiff erection a fondling.  Big fingers stroke that stiff flesh to savor the boy's squirms and moans from being fondled.  He made sure to bring his phone over and snap a pic of his son with his face planted against his own erection, distracted and watching the cow taur about to hang.


They weren't given long to wait for that show to start.  A clatter of a release and the slap of the wood trapdoors hitting the sides of the gallows resounded through the room.  Her eyes widened as her mouth opened briefly for a silent gasp.  The little bar she had rested her forehooves on opened the same way, letting her sink a few inches as the rope pulled taut with an audible creak.  A quiet creak and sharp pop of rope and knots pulled taut with all her weight.  There was concern for a brief moment she might just have her soft neck break.


But she started to kick, a squirmy wriggle of her upper torso and dangling bovine half in the air.  Her flat chest struggled to heave for air, unable to get any past the noose’s embrace of her neck.  The wolf left the bovine centaur to paddle her big hooves, big kicks of powerful legs in shock as the young girl hanged by her neck for the cameras and all those watching.  Such as the father and son centaurs both giving a little gasp at the sight of that rope clenching shut.


There was a gasp of a moan from Bryce.  His breathing grew faint as the girl swung by her neck on the TV.  Her big lower half squirmed, big hooves flexing, exploring their curiously helpless but free state.  Her hind hooves made a desperate waddling, unable to find any relief from the rope's taut embrace of her neck.  Making the rope creak as the camera cut close to show the deep divot in soft flesh the rope created from her weight.  


A big finger pressed against Bryce’s neck and gave a gentle squeeze around his neck.  Teasing the boy with just a fraction of the pressure the girl was experiencing.  Her eyes huge as she watched the floor sway about from her swinging motion by her neck, and now matched by Bryce’s wide eyed expression.  The girl’s tongue soon had poked out, matched by Bryce’s young tongue poking from his lips in imitation.  The young centaur felt his pulse pounding and breaths shallow in sympathy to the hanged girl and in response to dad’s gentle choking grasp on his neck.


The girl started to turn a subtle shade of purple and blue on her pink blush.  Colors on her once bright lips and tongue darkening further as her airless waddles grew more desperate.  She was dying.  She was dripping.  Her folds winked lewd pleasure as her big legs clenched.  Tail lashing wildly as her motions made her shimmy like a belly dancer for all those watching.  Lucas gently guides his son’s lips to his erection with that choking hand, a few firmer squeezes all the encouragement Bryce needed to give dad’s big penis a curious kiss.


Bryce eagerly wrapped his lips around the stiff heat of that erection.  Feeling it pulse, twitch and throb on his tongue as those big fingers gently encouraged him.  Lucas was stroking his son’s ears and gently pressing the back of his neck and head to get the boy to bob his head a little. Bryce curiously licking that salty slickness of precum as he peeked up at the girl hanging on TV, entranced by her motions as each jerk caused her to sway to and fro even as dad used his mouth like a sex toy.


Her motions were getting strange and awkward as time ticked on.  Her big, soft body jerked about as her eyes rolled back.  Half closed as drool dribbled down her chin and down her flat chest.  Skin all sweaty with exertion as her little fingers clutched and scrabbled at nothing in particular.  


Bryce was transfixed at the sight, the way her skin darkened with blues and purples.  A fat ring of a bruise showing under the rope’s ruthless embrace as her life obviously was ending before the two watching.  Bryce found that knowledge such an odd and in some ways intimate and personal moment to share with so many.  


Lucas must have been just as bewitched by the sight as his arousal flared desperate against his son's lips.  Lucas murmured low groans and rubbed Bryce's ears as he shivered amidst half whispers, "Ah, there she goes, oh, I'm gonna, nnnf, go too..." His breaths caught a moment as he gave his son’s hair a firm tug.  Heavy orbs tensing up a moment before they made a visible twitch in front of the boy's nose.


A lewd gush of cum flooded the centaur boy's mouth.  Bryce grunted in surprise, but he didn't want to stop watching the show now.  Swallowing all he could as hot cum splashed deep in his mouth.  Nearly choking the young boy in that torrent of centaur cum from his dad’s heaving cock.  Having to pull free as he watched the young girl make a sudden frantic twist, before she sagged with a slump.  Her four legs dangling so heavily as a dribble of piss escaped her young petals. 


Even with the distraction of dad's orgasm on his tongue he watched the TV eagerly.  The young girl just spun ever more faintly from her neck with her last motions.  Her eyes were mostly closed, just a sliver of glassy slackness shown.  Those long ears of hers dangled limply, and bryce started to realize all the little changes in her young body brought upon her by her death.  No more rise and fall of the cowtaur's chests.  No more flicks of tail or wiggle of legs.  Just peace and stillness, gone forever now.
 
Bryce felt a squirmy tenseness in his lap, as his arousal slapped his belly.  The taste of dad's bitter cum still strong on his tongue, as he felt the gooey cum dribble down his cheeks.  It was even in his hair.  Breathing deeply as his dad languidly stretched and sprawled his sweaty, spent body out, "Oh, she's even prettier now, all limp and swaying," Lucas added with a smile, "were you thinking of yourself performing that dance yourself?"


The young centaur flushed with an audible little slap! of his erection to his belly.  Thinking of his own small neck stretched by a rope, as his young hooves swung limp for others to admire and enjoy.  Maybe they would even play around just like this, enjoying themselves savoring the final moments of a boy’s life escaping his bulged lips and drooling tongue.


"You like that idea huh, I see you getting all blushy," Lucas teased, ruffling the boy’s sticky, cum splattered hair.  Giving him a kiss as the two pressed lips together, exploring and warm.  Bryce enjoyed the feel of warmth against his lips, gentle and caring as his father held him in loving comfort.  "How about you lean back for a moment, and I return that favor." Lucas said as he broke the slow kiss.


Bryce was still distracted by the slow wobble of still hooves on TV, even as his dad gave him a little kiss and a gentle nudge. Encouraged to turn back around to lay back on the big bed and spread himself out.  His dad settled his head against his belly, even as the little centaur squirmed a bit to try and still watch the dangling girl on TV.  Lucas’s cheek was rough, contrasting the warm breaths tickling at his arousal tip.  "Now close your eyes and think of that big gallows before you," he whispered as the boy curiously closed his eyes.


"Can you see that rope up above that trapdoor swaying, awaiting your neck to fill it?" Lucas said,  "But first, we have to tie your arms back.  Go ahead and put ‘em behind you and lay on them,"  The older centaur guiding his son’s arms back and helping to get him into position.  Bryce squirmed under the attention as his dad's lips touched his boyhood in faintest touches.  Bare whispers of attention to his urgent, almost desperate stiff colt erection.


Lucas touched with soft and delicate care, not wanting to set off the over eager boy as he listened to his dad, "Close your eyes and imagine, my big hands pull that rope tight around your wrists. We start that long walk up all those steps.  Our hooves clattering on the steps as the camera focuses on this pretty little lust for the noose twitching under you."  A little slower kiss earned Lucas a neigh and shudder as his son’s erection jumped at the thoughts in the boy’s head.


"We can walk you right up to that noose, and draw it around your neck, nice and slow," Lucas continued, as Bryce felt a big hand wrap around his neck.  It felt so large and a little rough, especially when a calloused thumb pinched under his chin.  "The rope will only be a little snug first of course, while we get your forehooves up on that bar, maybe not as rough as my hand too,” Dad teased, other hand fondling the boy before playfully putting an arm around forelegs and gently lifting them in imitation of his story.


Bryce shuddered as his dad added a little kiss to his cocktip here and there.  Keeping that flesh throbbing as he continued his lewd little teasing, "I will raise that bar up bit by bit until you stand nice and tall, so you can show off this cute erection to everyone on TV.   Let everyone know how much you want to have that rope clench and tug the life right out of you."  


"That noose really wants to hold you and take your life from you, and you're just moments away as I step aside.  Just the sounds of our breaths matching in time as you wait for your life to be ended, when abruptly," Lucas closed his hand, choking his son with a firm squeeze.  Bryce stiffened as his breath cut short, having to strain through the pinch of his dad’s firm, potent grip around his soft neck.


Warm hot lips wrapped about Bryce's young erection as the hand held firm and stiff.  Making him gurgle and gasp with each wheeze for breath. "It would be even more intense than this, not a breath to catch again as you writhe helpless to stop it,"  Lucas said between kisses and licks upon the desperately throbbing boyhood against his lips.  A moment of lewd slurps before he continued his teases,  "You'd just swing and struggle and sway back and forth until it all ended."


Bryce's eyes clenched at the uncomfortable squeeze on his throat and the strange arousal his choking brought him.  His dad ended his story by wrapping his lips around his little eager cock to slurp and tease.  Suggesting how his story ending would continue with a firm, squeezing down, relenting just enough so the colt can let out breathy gasps.  


Dad’s talented touches of tugging lips and rubbing tongue was intense, leaving Bryce wriggling on the bed. That heavy hand squeezing a little tighter for the colt.  His low groans were cut short as his arousal flared and twitched in his dad’s mouth.  He felt a heated tingle in his lap as he clenched and struggled to even whine around his dad’s rough embrace on his throat.  


Those rough fingers squeezed down further and were rewarded with a gurgled gasp cut short as Bryce's breaths ended.  The pulsing throb in the colt’s head was only matched by the twitching pressure in his lap.  His hooves jerked out in shock, as visions of his young corpse, blue, dead, and so limp on the bed from his father's lethal embrace ran through his brain.  The boy’s soft tail lashed as he strained for breath, drooling down his mouth as his tongue poked out past his lips.


Throb, throb, throb!  The young centaur's head pounded as he felt a sudden spasm run through his arousal.  His erection jumping against dad's incessant kisses and licks showered upon his flared cocktip.  Sparkles danced through his shut eyes as he felt a rush of pleasure and pain swirl through him.  His dad wouldn't just choke him out right here now, would he?


The heated shudder of orgasm pounded through his spine as he felt his hooves kick blindly at the air as the young boy contemplated his fate.  Nnng, just as that pretty little girl had done.  His lungs started to ache and his heart pounded, begging for relief from the hand squeezing his throat shut.  Twinges of pain as muscles flexed useless against the hand choking him.


And just as abruptly as the choking had started his dad relented his grip.  Relieving his son’s neck and giving soft series of kisses on the purple marks his grip left on that soft skin.  Certain to blossom into a nice lewd little bruise on Bryce’s neck. The young colt was panting for breath, his pulse pounding as his erection slapped at his belly in the last throes of orgasm.  The wash of pain and pleasure became a tidal wave of euphoria as his whole body slumped.  Eyes still closed as he wheezed in breaths, desperate for that respite the air brought his oxygen starved brain.  "Aah, Dad, I thought you might… might just..." he moaned against his father’s shoulder.


"I wouldn't just choke you out like that, there's no fun there, I'd rather you show me how much you want to earn that halo.  Show me your love for the rope like the girl's once longing gaze for the noose,"  Lucas added with soft kisses, to soothe and hold his boy's trembling body against his chest. The two panting heavily, hearts pounding in time as one, racing with spent excitement amidst the scent of sex and sweat.  


"But if you really liked that, well, we can see what else makes you slap that belly and gets these young orbs stirring,"  Lucas added with a smile "but it's all your choice, we can just enjoy a nice summer without you getting a ticket to heaven too."  He finished, holding his son close.  


The boy’s eyes widened as he thought of the myriad ways he could finish his summer.  A little gasp of excitement, this was going to be quite the summer vacation.  And he couldn’t wait to find out how it might end.  Giving his dad a huge hug and loving kiss, to share in this moment of lewd afterglow under the glow of the TV.