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And for the last one, there is a surprise, since [url=https://blackstone.sofurry.com/]Blackstone[/url], a writer whose work I very much enjoy, as some may know, offered to write the story for it! So instead of a rushed blurb written by me, you get a full-on story by [url=https://blackstone.sofurry.com/]Blackstone[/url] for this one! And it's a great one, so enjoy! I also recommend visiting his soFurry account and reading his stories. They're all amazing! \n\n-------\n\nDavid had known this day was coming.\n\nHis stern mistress hadn't exactly been subtle, visiting sub-for-dom match-up sites on her laptop in full view of the horse while he serviced her. Sometimes she would make comments to herself on the pros and cons of an individual applicant. More rarely, she directed commentary or questions at her slave of fifteen years, saying things like, \"This one has potential. He's a little on the scrawny side but he's already offering up his cock for permanent tattooing. I don't recall you ever doing that, slave.\"\n\nThe slave would have desperately done exactly that, had his mouth not been placed squarely between his smaller mistress' thighs with explicit orders not to remove his large, flexible tongue out or pull away.\n\nInstead, the equine boy -- now a man of thirty-three with fifteen years of worshipful service to his name -- mumbled desperately into her crotch as his mouth vibrations brought her to yet another shuddering orgasm.\n\nBut that had been months ago and today, after binding him securely against the basement wall, his beloved bunny mistress had ordered him silent before flatly telling him that he'd been replaced as her live-in slave. That, in fact, his replacement was already upstairs waiting for his new mistress' return. \n\nDavid, forbidden from speaking, had whimpered and trembled in place as his hooves made clip-clop noises on the hard floor as he minced in place. He wasn't gagged but by this point in his slave career he was exceptionally well-trained and knew that even a single spoken word would result in terrible ball pain. Not to mention, the equine could intuit from her current mood that today especially any rule-breaking would result in swift and brutal correction.\n\nHowever, his mistress wasn't finished addressing him.\n\n\"As this is your last day as my full-time slave, I've decided to grant you a reward for your years of dedicated, if frequently incompetent, service. In a moment I am going to release you from your cage and play with your cock once more for old time's sake.\"\n\nDavid immediately went still and silent. The casually-spoken pronouncement was so monumental that for a moment he failed to process what he'd heard. He... He was going to be allowed out of his cage? It was borderline unbelievable. After all, it had been nearly fifteen years since the unforgiving fuax-cock cage had been locked on and it hadn't been taken off since. Not even once.\n\nRealizing that his mistress was still speaking, the stunned slave forced himself to pay attention despite his deeply conflicted feelings over the back-to-back bombshell announcements.\n\n\"Furthermore, upon releasing you from your cage I will stroke you to what I'm sure has been a long-awaited climax. Long-awaited for you, that is. Aside from a mild curiosity in seeing how much your slave cock spews after a decade and some change of being locked away, I won't be getting much out of this. Still, I suppose you deserve some reward for your service.\" \n\nEven the joy at hearing that his many years of patience was to be rewarded and that his chastised member would be getting a reprieve could only partially blunt the embarrassment caused by his mistress' teasing words.\n\nIt was a bitter reminder of how much his equine cock had proven a disappointment to the demanding bunny. Early on in their relationship, she had loved touching his member. Stroking it. Licking it. Riding on it. The trouble had been that he could never hope to keep up with her.\n\nHis mistress' touch was far too pleasurable and her beauty and confidence far too sexy for David to hold back. And every time he squirted -- always far too prematurely for his mistress' tastes -- she would berate him, even as his soggy member went limp inside of her as she squeezed his balls. \n\nOne time before he had been caged, despite his best efforts he'd gone limp after two hours of non-stop thrusting. She'd been so furious with him for 'greedily getting off while keeping her needy' that she had bound him to a table before covering every inch of his cock and balls in extra-spicy hot sauce. Then she left him alone -- begging, apologizing, and face streaked with tears -- down in the basement. But before she walked out she threatened him, \"Next time you better last at least three hours. Or else.\"\n\nAs it turned out, it was only a few short months later that David's flesh-and-blood member had been 'retired' and replaced with the always-hard-and-ready exact replica of his once proud erection. And just like that, all of his mistress' complaints on that subject vanished overnight. Naturally he'd hated this new arrangement but that didn't matter because she loved it.\n\nTo his mistress' credit, she hadn't tried to hide the truth when the confused and nervous slave had asked how long he'd have to wear it. \"Forever,\" she had said, her tone conversational and yet uncompromising. \n\nAnd while not literally true, given how many years it had been since she'd made that decree and the fact that David hadn't been let out a single time, for all practical purposes she'd been entirely honest with him. She'd giggled at his horrified, disbelieving expression before spreading her legs and ordering him to get to work.\n\nThat had been fourteen years ago. And now, maybe... Just maybe...\n\n\"You'll have to be satisfied with my hand,\" his Mistress continued on without missing a beat, \"because I won't be taking that thing inside my mouth or pussy. Your dildo-cock was far more satisfying than that useless thing between your legs. And since I don't believe in rewarding mediocrity, it will have to settle for a simple handjob. A second place effort earns a second place prize, slave.\"\n\nDavid breath grew ragged -- the horse nearly hyperventilating at the thought of being uncaged after all this time. Of once again experiencing the blissful sensation of growing hard. Of feeling his mistress' touch upon his long-denied member. Of shooting over a decade's worth of cum in what promised to be the most powerful orgasm of his life.\n\n\"After I unlock your unworthy penis and begin stroking it into an erection, I recommend you focus on fully enjoying the climax that follows. Without putting too fine a point on it, there's a good chance it will be your last.\"\n\nDavid suddenly felt very, very afraid. This fear compounded and multiplied when he saw the small steel box that his mistress' fingers were drumming upon as she spoke. \n\nSurely... Surely she didn't mean... No. Not that. 'Please, mistress!' he wished he could beg. But he feared that speaking the words would not only ruin his changes for a final release, they were likely to hasten the end. The end of his...\n\nThe bunny paused for a moment there, as if offering him the opportunity to disobey her no-talking command. After waiting a beat but spotting no explicit disobedience, she continued. \n\n\"But we'll discuss this surprise later, after you dirty the ground with your slave seed. Be sure to put on a good show for me. I want you to hold yourself back for as long as possible. If you embarrass yourself by cumming the moment I touch you, I'll make sure what follows will be especially unpleasant for you.\"\n\nThe slave was sure now. His mistress was talking about castrating him. As horrifying as the idea was, for some reason David found that he wasn't especially shocked or surprised. As uninterested as she'd been in his member, the bunny had always seemed fascinated with his large equine sack. Over the years she had spent countless hours playing with his balls. Stroking them and teasing them. She had even once commented on how beautiful they would look preserved in plastic, displayed on her fireplace's mantle for all to see.\n\nAt the time David had just assumed it was more of his mistress' unusual sense of humor but now... Now the horse was sure that even as he left the bunny's service, part of him would remain behind. And that part would be large and pink and round, encased in plastic and on display in her living room for years to come. A conversation-starter if ever there was one.\n\nThe slave whimpered as he pulled against his bonds, unable to fully suppress his survival instincts. At the same time, David hadn't been this aroused in years. He was going to cum! As terrible as the castration threat was, the slave had long ago given up hope on climaxing again. A long time ago his mistress had destroyed the keys to his cage in front of him during his second year of service, informing him that she had no intention of ever unlocking the dildo-mold prison again.\n\nSeeing his fear, the bunny shushed him as she cupped both of her palms around the base of his heavy sack. She used her other hand to play with herself, clearly delighting in his ball-shrinking terror.\n\n\"Calm yourself, slave. Remember, mistress knows best. Fifteen years ago you showed up on my doorstep and offered me everything. Your body. Your service. Your future. This may be your last day as my slave, but I have not yet released you from my service.\"\n\nShe was standing so close now he could feel her nipples press against him. Mistress smelled so good. He needed her so badly. David couldn't imagine life without his balls, even if they'd only caused him pain and distress for a long time now. And he also couldn't imagine life without his mistress. \n\nHer scent... Her voice... Her authority. He realized he was falling for her all over again. Whatever she wanted, he would give her. \n\n\"That said, it was never my desire to keep you here against your will. Even now, that hasn't changed. Say the word and I will release you. You'll be free to go. I'll even call you a taxi and give you spare clothes and some pocket change.\"\n\nEven as she toyed with his smooth equine balls, she was giving him a choice. Leave intact and disappoint her. Stay and be castrated -- and then be made to leave anyway, minus a few precious ounces.\n\n\"So, what's it to be? The train is closing in on the final station, slave. If you're going to leap off before then, it has to be now. Right now. Because I won't be offering you another chance. When you've decided, nod if you wish to continue riding this train to the very end. But should your heart quail in fear, shake your head and I'll release you. Afterwards I'll have my personal aide see to your needs. You and I will never see each other or speak again. You have sixty seconds to think it over.\"\n\nThe wet fingers between her legs were moving swiftly now. She was so close to cumming but David could tell she was holding herself back. She was waiting to hear his answer. The seconds ticked by, the only sound in the air that of their combined heavy breathing.\n\n\"I... I'll stay, mistress.\"\n\nThat must have been the answer she'd been hoping to hear because with a shuddering squeal she came, her hot juices gushing over her hand. Her orgasm was so intense that she leaned against the bound slave for support. \n\nDavid still felt terrified about what was to come but he also felt pride. A slave's pride at being able to please his mistress.\n\n\nInner thighs wet the bunny panted, \"Alright, slave. Our time together is very nearly at an end. There's just two or three more things to... take care. But first, let's see that big horse cock. I'm gonna make you cum like you've never cum before.\"\n\nRetrieving a special tool it took the bunny less than half a minute to remove the transparent device. Less than a second later David's member -- free for the first time in a very long time -- began to firm up. It grew and stretched, helped along with the teasing touch of a single finger tip, courtesy of his mistress.\n\n\"M-m-mistress!\" the slave stammered as she gripped his fully hard erection in her expert grip. He was fighting desperately to hold back but he was all too aware of how tenuous his self control was. It had been too long. Far, far too long. \n\n\"Say another word and you'll be cumming with a massive steel rod jammed down your urethra. Were I in your situation, that's not how I would want my final orgasm to go.\"\n\nUnable to speak, he whimpered. Not only would squirting fast disappoint his mistress, the bunny was still standing directly in the line of fire. Almost as if she was daring him to shoot early. Horse shaft long, heavy, and throbbing like it was trying to make up for lost time, David dug deep and fought the uphill battle of holding himself back, one second at a time. \n\nA challenge that became all the more difficult as his mistress began to slowly stroke him.\n\n\"Given the circumstances, would you like to draw things out a bit more, slave? Nod if you'd like me to slap your balls around a little bit. It's your choice.\"\n\nHe certainly didn't desire extra ball pain. But given the circumstances and the alternative, he knew he needed it. \n\nClosing his eyes in anticipation of the pain, David nodded.\n\nBut instead of pain, he heard giggling as the stroking intensified.\n\n\"Silly slave. I'm not going to hurt you. This is your reward. If you want to cum, then cum. Just do it with your eyes open. I want to look into those pretty blue irises.\"\n\nDavid was already cumming by the time he opened his eyes. He caught a glimpse of his mistress stepping out of the way as he lost all control, cum blasting off in long strings of pearlescent cream. His body stretched out in his bonds as he shook and spasmed.\n\nAll rational thought abandoned him as seconds stretched into ball-searing infinity. The orgasm felt so good it hurt. He came so hard that his balls actually complained even as they went on pumping out batches of seed. But the orgasm was so good that even that pain felt pleasurable. \n\nAnd the whole glorious event was aided by the bunny's hand as she stroked and played with his discharging slave meat.\n\nBut, like all good things, it eventually had to come to an end. As was her style, his mistress gave him little time to recover.\n\n\"It's time to show you what's in the box,\" she said, having stepped away to fetch the container which she now brought towards him. \"Have you mentally prepared yourself?\"\n\n\"P-please don't castrate me, mistress!\" he begged, no longer concerned about being punished. What was punishment compared to permanent castration? At this point, there was no harm in attempting a 'Hail Mary' play. \n\nShe paused in front of him, saying nothing for a long while as he continued to plead silently with his blue eyes.\n\nFinally she spoke.\n\n\"Castrate you? Who said anything about castrating you.\"\n\nDavid was confused. Hadn't she... He was sure she had. Well... Not exactly. But that's what she had meant! ...Hadn't she?\n\n\"But... But you said it could be my last!\"\n\n\"Oh, that? That was just some idle dirty talk to make your orgasm extra intense. Did it work? Really, slave. You really shouldn't take everything I say so seriously. And speaking about your orgasm, isn't there something you're forgetting to say?\"\n\nShe... was teasing him? About castration? David was once again reminded what a wicked sense of humor his mistress had. And while he didn't find the 'practical joke' to be a particularly funny one, the bunny had been right about one thing. Her 'idle' threat had certainly made his orgasm stronger. His horse balls had put everything they had into one final 'Hurrah'. \n\n\"Y-yes, mistress! Thank you for letting this unworthy slave dirty your floor with his cum!\"\n\n\"An acceptable, if uninspired response. One might have thought you'd have come up with a more eloquent way to properly express the magnitude of your gratitude, considering you had fourteen years to think about it. But then again, my big-dicked pony was never much of a deep-thinker, were you?\"\nDavid immediately began stammering out his sincere apologies. \n\n\"No, no -- Don't bother trying again. The moment has passed. Instead, let's focus on the future and on your 'post retirement' life. I might have been joking about castrating you, but I was quite serious about that. In a moment I'm going to offer you a choice between two options. Neither of which includes staying on as my slave. Are you ready to hear your choices, boy? Or should I come back in an hour or so, after you've had time to recover from your little squirt?\"\n\n'Little' might not have been the most appropriate descriptor, given that the floor in front of David was drenched in years' worth of cum across a good span of distance. But he kept that thought to himself. For the first time in a long time, his balls weren't actively complaining about being pent up and needing desperately to cum. Speaking out of turn would only mean replacing that heavenly feeling with ball pain as he was kneed or slapped in the groin by his mistress.\n\n\"Please, mistress. Waiting would be too hard. I'm ready. Or... As ready as I'm ever going to be, mistress.\"\n\nShe nodded slightly, acknowledging that she understood how difficult this must be for him. Then, her hard 'mask' went back up as she addressed her lover and property. \n\n\"Option one. I release you from service and have my secretary hook you up with some menial job. Scrubbing toilets or picking up trash or the like. I will set you in a small -- very small -- apartment somewhere outside of the city. For your years of service you will receive a modest monthly deposit in a bank account that will be set up on your behalf. It will be enough to pay your rent and bills and buy basics such as food, but not much else. If you want luxury goods like a television and streaming service, you can scrub toilets for the privilege. And finally, you and I will never meet or speak again. Do you understand this option, slave?\"\n\nHe nodded. Yes, he understood. He hated it down to his very core. But he understood.\n\n\"Option two. You stay on, but as my employee rather than my slave. If you choose this option, I will set you up in a luxury living arrangement somewhere inside the city. Here, you will 'entertain' guests for me. These will include VIPs, prospective business partners, other employees, politicians, and anyone else I'm looking to curry favor with. And yes -- This includes both men and women. You will use your body to please my honored guests, fulfilling any and all requests and maintaining a cheery attitude while you do it. You will not be paid for this work. At least, not in money.\"\n\nAt last she opens the box. Instead of containing cruel tools of castration as David had feared, inside was a simple, sturdy looking chastity device. Except this time it wasn't some novel equine-dildo strap-on cage like the previous model. It was simple, metal, and distressingly compact.\n\n\"You'll be wearing this while you work and you will not be permitted to leave the premises. That is unless you quit, of course. And I'll have an on-site security guard who will make sure the guests don't go too far in their use of you. And because it amuses me, I'll make sure the well-built guard looking over you is well hung, into bondage, and sexually aggressive. We wouldn't want you growing bored between guests, would we? But regardless how well you and your guard get along, he will not have the key to your new chastity cage. I will. Now, tell me. Have you guessed how you'll be paid, slave?\"\n\nThe slave didn't consider himself a genius but he felt even a particularly dim-witted man could figure out the answer. Even if he did feel exhausted after pumping out that much cum. \n\n\"...In orgasms, mistress?\"\n\n\"Just so. Of course, you won't be paid monthly like my other employees. Given your unique circumstances, I think a yearly payout is more appropriate. However, that assumes your behavior towards the guests you'll be entertaining has been exemplary. Each guest will be offered a survey as they leave. Anything short of outstanding reviews and... Well, there's always next year, isn't there?\"\n\nAs she said this, his mistress patted his dully aching balls as if consoling them. David felt his half-limp member stir at her touch. \n\n\"But, there is one perk in the position you might be interested in.\"\n\n\"Y-yes, mistress?\"\n\nThe bunny stepped even closer. He could smell her enticing scent as her breasts pressed up against him. Her hand hadn't stopped playing with his balls, a lewd combination of hefting, stroking, and tugging.\n\n\"When it comes time for it, I'll be the one granting your climax. And who knows... If you have an especially good year perhaps one day you'll even rediscover what your mistress' pussy feels like. You'd enjoy that. Wouldn't you, boy?\"\n \nFucking his mistress with his own flesh-and-blood cock? It was one of his most cherished hopes and had been for a great many years, ever since he'd been 'permanently' locked up.\n\n\"Yes, mistress!\" the horse exclaimed. \"If it pleases you, I choose option two. I want to see you again, mistress. Even if it's just for one night a year.\" \n\n\"Very well, David. I accept you as my newest employee. Now, we need to lock this swollen thing away. Get soft for me.\"\n\nHe didn't have time to marvel at the bunny's use of his real name because in that same moment her teasing touch became a vise grip, seemingly intent on crushing his testicles into pulp.\"\n\nDavid fought and pulled against his bonds anew, crying out his pain. In response, she shushed him mockingly.\n\n\"Hush now, boy. It's not as bad as all that. If it bothers you that much then hurry up and get soft and it will all be over.\"\n\nThe horse's shaft slowly deflated but not nearly fast enough to his mind. The crushing continued as his mistress bit her lower lip in pleasure, clearly getting off on dominating the briefly freed cock. It was like the equine pole had a mind of its own and was trying to resist its return to the cage. \n\nThe bunny didn't mind. Her thighs quivered in pleasure at the battle of wills. Her need to subjugate versus his raging labido. A single climax after fourteen years had barely scratched the surface of his need and they both knew it. \n\nIn the end his erection fought valiantly but its defeat was inevitable. The impressive length was reduced to a few scant, rubbery inches which were then sealed away inside a gun-metal-gray cage. \n\nAs she closed and locked the final clasp, the bunny moaned and shuddered. David wondered if she'd just came, hands free, but he wasn't in any condition to ask. Nor was he quite that stupid. \n\nBut by the way she leaned on him for support as she panted, catching her breath, he suspected that she had. His lovely, sexy, proud mistress had squirted without so much as sliding a single finger into herself. And all because she had enjoyed taming his long-neglected shaft. \n\nWishing to double-over in pain as he likewise recovered, David felt perversely proud of himself. It was proof that his mistress still found herself attracted to him, even after the many years they'd spent together.\n\nAnd he wasn't the only one experiencing an emotional high. Pressing herself against him, she took one of his exposed nipples into her mouth and softly chewed on it. David gasped at the combination of pain and pleasure, his freshly caged cock trying valiantly to re-harden despite the pitiless cage.\n\nAs his tender nipple was made swollen by her nibbling, the horse reflected that this action was the perfect embodiment of his mistress. Sweet and sour. Generous and cruel. David loved the act and his mistress both. Which made the fact that this was their last full day together all the harder to accept. \n\nBut she had never promised him forever. He had to be content that they'd have fifteen glorious years together. Even if he had spent most of that time with a pair of heavy equine blue balls swinging out in the open between his legs.\n\nHaving turned one of his nipples into a swollen-angry nub she stepped back with one last touch of her land, leaving him with the sensation of her fingertips traveling down his chest all the way down to the root of his throbbing-but-trapped maleness. \n\n\"I'll leave you in the capable hands of your new handler. I anticipated your decision so he's waiting just outside. I'm sure you two will get along famously. I personally hand-picked him for this role so you are to treat him with respect. Remember, from now on the most important responsibility of your new job is: Never, ever embarrass me. Goodbye, boy. Perhaps we'll meet again in a year or two. Be good.\"\n\nStill bound to the wall, David could only watch as his mistress walked away, leaving him alone. But his isolation was short lived because only a few minutes later a surprisingly youthful horse entered the room.\n\nThe smug equine was well dressed, his clothes tight fitting but evidently tailored to his muscular form. His dark fur was black which stood out in contrast to David's light, almost pink fur.\n\n\"Hey there, my pretty little mare. My name is Damien but you can just call me 'sir'.\"\n\nAs he spoke he ran a hand up and down David's inner thigh, invading the older horse's personal space and making him lightly shudder at the touch. The slave -- now 'employee' -- was used to being touched in this way. But in the past it had always been his mistress who had used her touch and demeanor to claim him.\n\nThis 'Damien' was definitely not his mistress. And yet, his mistress had instructed him to obey. The older horse shuffled uncomfortably at the thought of being commanded by this stranger.\n\nThat discomfort grew as the other man, who was hardly more than a boy, released him from his bonds.\n\n\"I'm not big on handshakes. So instead why don't you turn around and grab your ankles for me. A good hard fucking should help make our relationship clear to you.\"\n\nDavid could see that the smiling dark horse wasn't kidding. The large and growing bulge running down his pants' leg was evidence of that.\n\nVery aware that he was naked other than a slim black collar and the chastity cage hugging his forced-soft member, it didn't even occur to the former slave to stand up for himself. He was too used to obeying and, likewise, the handler seemed sure that David would comply.\n\nBlushing at this new humiliation, the horse turned around, bent down, and grabbed his ankles. His mind raced as his body moved as though on autopilot. \n\nWithout preamble or further explanation, Damien got to work. Only a moment later he'd unzipped his pants, extracted his ebony shaft, and had the warm, blunt head pressed against the older male's waiting, pre-lubed hole.\n\n\"You're in your thirties, right? That means you're almost old enough to be my dad. Kinda crazy to think about. Still, it's sorta hot and I suppose you're cute enough. I won't have any trouble getting it up for you.\"\n\nUnsure whether or not he was expected to reply, David remained silent as his mind raced to catch up with his rapidly evolving situation. The former slave was already beginning to understand why his mistress had selected this male as his full-time 'handler'. \n\nDamien was the tool the bunny had chosen to tease and dominate him from afar. The black furred horse's role was to continue David's sexual exploitation for his mistress' pleasure. The boy was probably too naive to understand that he was also being used as a prop to play out the bunny's fantasies. \n\nBut given how quickly he'd gotten it up for the well-trained older man, David thought that perhaps the handler might not mind even if he knew. If he hadn't already worked out the truth for himself. \n\n\"Now, thank me for the fucking I'm about to give you.\"\n\nGripping his ankles tightly, David stared at the floor as he prepared himself to be penetrated. He didn't know why he was so nervous. This wasn't the first time he'd been fucked. His mistress had regularly delighted in fucking him with a strap-on molded after his own cock.\n\nDavid took a deep, calming breath before answering.\n\n\"Thank you, sir, for the fffFFUUUUUCK---!\"\n\nThe handler didn't wait for David to finish the sentence before shoving forward with the careless energy unique to the young and inexperienced. \n\n\"Mmmmm, that's a good mare. Let's get you bred. Keep a tight grip on those ankles for me. Then I'll drive you over to your plush new luxury home. I should be recharged by the time we get there, so I'll do you a favor and let you pick out which room you want to be fucked in first. The property is surrounded by big privacy trees, so you can even pick the balcony if you want.\"\n\nThe collared man was reminded that this wouldn't be the last stranger to have his way with him. David had offered himself up to serve the mistress' guests -- to use his body for their pleasure. And he'd done so willingly for the chance that he'd get to see the mischievous bunny once a year. In effect, volunteered to please countless strangers just so that he could please her. \n\nAs he was fucked by the boy who couldn't have been much older than a teenager -- assuming the youth wasn't actually still eighteen or nineteen -- David blushed as he realized just how far he'd go for his mistress. His devotion to her was near total. A fact that Damien was very much enjoying.\n\n\"I don't feel you pushing back up against me,\" the dark horse griped. \"You trying to earn your first bad review, mare? Or maybe since you just got off you've already given up on cumming for your first annual review. That it, girly? Already resigned yourself to twenty four months of abstinence?\"\n\n'Twenty-four months?!' David mentally fretted. Staring down at the floor he mentally walked through the math and determined that the handler was correct. He wouldn't be up for 'review' for another twelve month and, if that went poorly, the next review wouldn't be for another twelve months after that. Which added up to a total of twenty four months. Two years.\n\nWhen put in that context, the former slave decided that it was in his best interest to engage in 'enthusiastic compliance' with his muscular handler's demands. \n\n\"Mmmmm, much better. Keep this up and you and I are gonna get along just fine. I can see why the mistress kept you around for so long. Just do as you're told and we won't have any problems. Obedience is always the correct answer. Besides, dignity is overrated, right?\"\n\n\"Y-yes, sir.\"\n\n\"That's a good mare. And don't worry. Should we come across any hidden, last shreds of dignity during our time together I'll help you snuff them out. It's what your mistress would have wanted, yeah?\"\n\nNot hearing an immediate response, Damien slapped the other equine's ass at the same time as he slammed his cock in extra hard and deep.\n\n\"Answer the question, slut.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir! It is, sir!\"\n\nDamien grunted a sound that approximated satisfaction at the answer as he returned to his rhythm of steady-but-intense fucking. \n\nIn the minutes that followed David reflected on how his entire world changed in a single hour. Well, except that many things hadn't really changed at all.\n\nHe was still chastised. He was still serving. And it was still his job to make his mistress happy. At least this way he'd still get to see her, if far less often than before. After serving by her side for all these years, he knew that the bunny would be amused to know that he was eagerly servicing others as an indirect method to servicing her.\n\nIf all went well, he would get to see his mistress again. Her beautiful face. Her soft hands. Her wry smile. She might even unlock his cage and...\n\nThe horse involuntarily grunted as his equally-well-hung handler pounded into him extra deep. The boy hadn't been intending to hurt him. He was just too inexperienced to breed with care and self restraint. \n\nPicking up where his jumbled line of thought had left off, David found himself strangely optimistic about the future. When he saw his mistress again, he knew she'd have no complaints. He would always be hers and he would serve for as long as she permitted it. \n\nThis time around, the tight grip of the chastity cage felt more comforting than oppressive. It was a reminder that despite distance and separation, his mistress still owned and controlled him. That he would go on working to please her until such time that they were reunited.\n\nMen... Women... The rich... The poor. Beautiful or plain. It didn't matter. David would make sure that when they left, they left happy. Because that was what his mistress asked of him. \n\nThrobbing in its new cage, his cock tried and failed to get hard at the thought as his aching hole slowly grew accustomed to his 'security guard's' free and uncaged pole. \n\n\n\n_____________\n\n\nI have a Telegram Channel, see if it is something for you and consider joining. [url=https://inkbunny.net/j/420935-Volatus-telegram]Info here[/url]\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "This is the finale of this little series. And for the last one, there is a surprise, since Blackstone, a writer whose work I very much enjoy, as some may know, offered to write the story for it! So instead of a rushed blurb written by me, you get a full-on story by Blackstone for this one! And it's a great one, so enjoy! I also recommend visiting his soFurry account and reading his stories. They're all amazing!  

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David had known this day was coming.

His stern mistress hadn't exactly been subtle, visiting sub-for-dom match-up sites on her laptop in full view of the horse while he serviced her. Sometimes she would make comments to herself on the pros and cons of an individual applicant. More rarely, she directed commentary or questions at her slave of fifteen years, saying things like, "This one has potential. He's a little on the scrawny side but he's already offering up his cock for permanent tattooing. I don't recall you ever doing that, slave."

The slave would have desperately done exactly that, had his mouth not been placed squarely between his smaller mistress' thighs with explicit orders not to remove his large, flexible tongue out or pull away.

Instead, the equine boy -- now a man of thirty-three with fifteen years of worshipful service to his name  -- mumbled desperately into her crotch as his mouth vibrations brought her to yet another shuddering orgasm.

But that had been months ago and today, after binding him securely against the basement wall, his beloved bunny mistress had ordered him silent before flatly telling him that he'd been replaced as her live-in slave. That, in fact, his replacement was already upstairs waiting for his new mistress' return.

David, forbidden from speaking, had whimpered and trembled in place as his hooves made clip-clop noises on the hard floor as he minced in place. He wasn't gagged but by this point in his slave career he was exceptionally well-trained and knew that even a single spoken word would result in terrible ball pain. Not to mention, the equine could intuit from her current mood that today especially any rule-breaking would result in swift and brutal correction.

However, his mistress wasn't finished addressing him.

"As this is your last day as my full-time slave, I've decided to grant you a reward for your years of dedicated, if frequently incompetent, service. In a moment I am going to release you from your cage and play with your cock once more for old time's sake."

David immediately went still and silent. The casually-spoken pronouncement was so monumental that for a moment he failed to process what he'd heard. He... He was going to be allowed out of his cage? It was borderline unbelievable. After all, it had been nearly fifteen years since the unforgiving fuax-cock cage had been locked on and it hadn't been taken off since. Not even once.

Realizing that his mistress was still speaking, the stunned slave forced himself to pay attention despite his deeply conflicted feelings over the back-to-back bombshell announcements.

"Furthermore, upon releasing you from your cage I will stroke you to what I'm sure has been a long-awaited climax. Long-awaited for you, that is. Aside from a mild curiosity in seeing how much your slave cock spews after a decade and some change of being locked away, I won't be getting much out of this. Still, I suppose you deserve some reward for your service."

Even the joy at hearing that his many years of patience was to be rewarded and that his chastised member would be getting a reprieve could only partially blunt the embarrassment caused by his mistress' teasing words.

It was a bitter reminder of how much his equine cock had proven a disappointment to the demanding bunny. Early on in their relationship, she had loved touching his member. Stroking it. Licking it. Riding on it. The trouble had been that he could never hope to keep up with her.

His mistress' touch was far too pleasurable and her beauty and confidence far too sexy for David to hold back. And every time he squirted -- always far too prematurely for his mistress' tastes -- she would berate him, even as his soggy member went limp inside of her as she squeezed his balls.

One time before he had been caged, despite his best efforts he'd gone limp after two hours of non-stop thrusting. She'd been so furious with him for 'greedily getting off while keeping her needy' that she had bound him to a table before covering every inch of his cock and balls in extra-spicy hot sauce. Then she left him alone -- begging, apologizing, and face streaked with tears -- down in the basement. But before she walked out she threatened him, "Next time you better last at least three hours. Or else."

As it turned out, it was only a few short months later that David's flesh-and-blood member had been 'retired' and replaced with the always-hard-and-ready exact replica of his once proud erection. And just like that, all of his mistress' complaints on that subject vanished overnight. Naturally he'd hated this new arrangement but that didn't matter because she loved it.

To his mistress' credit, she hadn't tried to hide the truth when the confused and nervous slave had asked how long he'd have to wear it. "Forever," she had said, her tone conversational and yet uncompromising.

And while not literally true, given how many years it had been since she'd made that decree and the fact that David hadn't been let out a single time, for all practical purposes she'd been entirely honest with him. She'd giggled at his horrified, disbelieving expression before spreading her legs and ordering him to get to work.

That had been fourteen years ago. And now, maybe... Just maybe...

"You'll have to be satisfied with my hand," his Mistress continued on without missing a beat, "because I won't be taking that thing inside my mouth or pussy. Your dildo-cock was far more satisfying than that useless thing between your legs. And since I don't believe in rewarding mediocrity, it will have to settle for a simple handjob. A second place effort earns a second place prize, slave."

David breath grew ragged -- the horse nearly hyperventilating at the thought of being uncaged after all this time. Of once again experiencing the blissful sensation of growing hard. Of feeling his mistress' touch upon his long-denied member. Of shooting over a decade's worth of cum in what promised to be the most powerful orgasm of his life.

"After I unlock your unworthy penis and begin stroking it into an erection, I recommend you focus on fully enjoying the climax that follows. Without putting too fine a point on it, there's a good chance it will be your last."

David suddenly felt very, very afraid. This fear compounded and multiplied when he saw the small steel box that his mistress' fingers were drumming upon as she spoke.

Surely... Surely she didn't mean... No. Not that. 'Please, mistress!' he wished he could beg. But he feared that speaking the words would not only ruin his changes for a final release, they were likely to hasten the end. The end of his...

The bunny paused for a moment there, as if offering him the opportunity to disobey her no-talking command. After waiting a beat but spotting no explicit disobedience, she continued.

"But we'll discuss this surprise later, after you dirty the ground with your slave seed. Be sure to put on a good show for me. I want you to hold yourself back for as long as possible. If you embarrass yourself by cumming the moment I touch you, I'll make sure what follows will be especially unpleasant for you."

The slave was sure now. His mistress was talking about castrating him. As horrifying as the idea was, for some reason David found that he wasn't especially shocked or surprised. As uninterested as she'd been in his member, the bunny had always seemed fascinated with his large equine sack. Over the years she had spent countless hours playing with his balls. Stroking them and teasing them. She had even once commented on how beautiful they would look preserved in plastic, displayed on her fireplace's mantle for all to see.

At the time David had just assumed it was more of his mistress' unusual sense of humor but now... Now the horse was sure that even as he left the bunny's service, part of him would remain behind. And that part would be large and pink and round, encased in plastic and on display in her living room for years to come. A conversation-starter if ever there was one.

The slave whimpered as he pulled against his bonds, unable to fully suppress his survival instincts. At the same time, David hadn't been this aroused in years. He was going to cum! As terrible as the castration threat was, the slave had long ago given up hope on climaxing again. A long time ago his mistress had destroyed the keys to his cage in front of him during his second year of service, informing him that she had no intention of ever unlocking the dildo-mold prison again.

Seeing his fear, the bunny shushed him as she cupped both of her palms around the base of his heavy sack. She used her other hand to play with herself, clearly delighting in his ball-shrinking terror.

"Calm yourself, slave. Remember, mistress knows best. Fifteen years ago you showed up on my doorstep and offered me everything. Your body. Your service. Your future. This may be your last day as my slave, but I have not yet released you from my service."

She was standing so close now he could feel her nipples press against him. Mistress smelled so good. He needed her so badly. David couldn't imagine life without his balls, even if they'd only caused him pain and distress for a long time now. And he also couldn't imagine life without his mistress.

Her scent... Her voice... Her authority. He realized he was falling for her all over again. Whatever she wanted, he would give her.

"That said, it was never my desire to keep you here against your will. Even now, that hasn't changed. Say the word and I will release you. You'll be free to go. I'll even call you a taxi and give you spare clothes and some pocket change."

Even as she toyed with his smooth equine balls, she was giving him a choice. Leave intact and disappoint her. Stay and be castrated -- and then be made to leave anyway, minus a few precious ounces.

"So, what's it to be? The train is closing in on the final station, slave. If you're going to leap off before then, it has to be now. Right now. Because I won't be offering you another chance. When you've decided, nod if you wish to continue riding this train to the very end. But should your heart quail in fear, shake your head and I'll release you. Afterwards I'll have my personal aide see to your needs. You and I will never see each other or speak again. You have sixty seconds to think it over."

The wet fingers between her legs were moving swiftly now. She was so close to cumming but David could tell she was holding herself back. She was waiting to hear his answer. The seconds ticked by, the only sound in the air that of their combined heavy breathing.

"I... I'll stay, mistress."

That must have been the answer she'd been hoping to hear because with a shuddering squeal she came, her hot juices gushing over her hand. Her orgasm was so intense that she leaned against the bound slave for support.

David still felt terrified about what was to come but he also felt pride. A slave's pride at being able to please his mistress.


Inner thighs wet the bunny panted, "Alright, slave. Our time together is very nearly at an end. There's just two or three more things to... take care. But first, let's see that big horse cock. I'm gonna make you cum like you've never cum before."

Retrieving a special tool it took the bunny less than half a minute to remove the transparent device. Less than a second later David's member -- free for the first time in a very long time -- began to firm up. It grew and stretched, helped along with the teasing touch of a single finger tip, courtesy of his mistress.

"M-m-mistress!" the slave stammered as she gripped his fully hard erection in her expert grip. He was fighting desperately to hold back but he was all too aware of how tenuous his self control was. It had been too long. Far, far too long.

"Say another word and you'll be cumming with a massive steel rod jammed down your urethra. Were I in your situation, that's not how I would want my final orgasm to go."

Unable to speak, he whimpered. Not only would squirting fast disappoint his mistress, the bunny was still standing directly in the line of fire. Almost as if she was daring him to shoot early. Horse shaft long, heavy, and throbbing like it was trying to make up for lost time, David dug deep and fought the uphill battle of holding himself back, one second at a time.

A challenge that became all the more difficult as his mistress began to slowly stroke him.

"Given the circumstances, would you like to draw things out a bit more, slave? Nod if you'd like me to slap your balls around a little bit. It's your choice."

He certainly didn't desire extra ball pain. But given the circumstances and the alternative, he knew he needed it.

Closing his eyes in anticipation of the pain, David nodded.

But instead of pain, he heard giggling as the stroking intensified.

"Silly slave. I'm not going to hurt you. This is your reward. If you want to cum, then cum. Just do it with your eyes open. I want to look into those pretty blue irises."

David was already cumming by the time he opened his eyes. He caught a glimpse of his mistress stepping out of the way as he lost all control, cum blasting off in long strings of pearlescent cream. His body stretched out in his bonds as he shook and spasmed.

All rational thought abandoned him as seconds stretched into ball-searing infinity. The orgasm felt so good it hurt. He came so hard that his balls actually complained even as they went on pumping out batches of seed. But the orgasm was so good that even that pain felt pleasurable.

And the whole glorious event was aided by the bunny's hand as she stroked and played with his discharging slave meat.

But, like all good things, it eventually had to come to an end. As was her style, his mistress gave him little time to recover.

"It's time to show you what's in the box," she said, having stepped away to fetch the container which she now brought towards him. "Have you mentally prepared yourself?"

"P-please don't castrate me, mistress!" he begged, no longer concerned about being punished. What was punishment compared to permanent castration? At this point, there was no harm in attempting a 'Hail Mary' play.

She paused in front of him, saying nothing for a long while as he continued to plead silently with his blue eyes.

Finally she spoke.

"Castrate you? Who said anything about castrating you."

David was confused. Hadn't she... He was sure she had. Well... Not exactly. But that's what she had meant! ...Hadn't she?

"But... But you said it could be my last!"

"Oh, that? That was just some idle dirty talk to make your orgasm extra intense. Did it work? Really, slave. You really shouldn't take everything I say so seriously. And speaking about your orgasm, isn't there something you're forgetting to say?"

She... was teasing him? About castration? David was once again reminded what a wicked sense of humor his mistress had. And while he didn't find the 'practical joke' to be a particularly funny one, the bunny had been right about one thing. Her 'idle' threat had certainly made his orgasm stronger. His horse balls had put everything they had into one final 'Hurrah'.

"Y-yes, mistress! Thank you for letting this unworthy slave dirty your floor with his cum!"

"An acceptable, if uninspired response. One might have thought you'd have come up with a more eloquent way to properly express the magnitude of your gratitude, considering you had fourteen years to think about it. But then again, my big-dicked pony was never much of a deep-thinker, were you?"
David immediately began stammering out his sincere apologies.

"No, no -- Don't bother trying again. The moment has passed. Instead, let's focus on the future and on your 'post retirement' life. I might have been joking about castrating you, but I was quite serious about that. In a moment I'm going to offer you a choice between two options. Neither of which includes staying on as my slave. Are you ready to hear your choices, boy? Or should I come back in an hour or so, after you've had time to recover from your little squirt?"

'Little' might not have been the most appropriate descriptor, given that the floor in front of David was drenched in years' worth of cum across a good span of distance. But he kept that thought to himself. For the first time in a long time, his balls weren't actively complaining about being pent up and needing desperately to cum. Speaking out of turn would only mean replacing that heavenly feeling with ball pain as he was kneed or slapped in the groin by his mistress.

"Please, mistress. Waiting would be too hard. I'm ready. Or... As ready as I'm ever going to be, mistress."

She nodded slightly, acknowledging that she understood how difficult this must be for him. Then, her hard 'mask' went back up as she addressed her lover and property.

"Option one. I release you from service and have my secretary hook you up with some menial job. Scrubbing toilets or picking up trash or the like. I will set you in a small -- very small -- apartment somewhere outside of the city. For your years of service you will receive a modest monthly deposit in a bank account that will be set up on your behalf. It will be enough to pay your rent and bills and buy basics such as food, but not much else. If you want luxury goods like a television and streaming service, you can scrub toilets for the privilege. And finally, you and I will never meet or speak again. Do you understand this option, slave?"

He nodded. Yes, he understood. He hated it down to his very core. But he understood.

"Option two. You stay on, but as my employee rather than my slave. If you choose this option, I will set you up in a luxury living arrangement somewhere inside the city. Here, you will 'entertain' guests for me. These will include VIPs, prospective business partners, other employees, politicians, and anyone else I'm looking to curry favor with. And yes -- This includes both men and women. You will use your body to please my honored guests, fulfilling any and all requests and maintaining a cheery attitude while you do it. You will not be paid for this work. At least, not in money."

At last she opens the box. Instead of containing cruel tools of castration as David had feared, inside was a simple, sturdy looking chastity device. Except this time it wasn't some novel equine-dildo strap-on cage like the previous model. It was simple, metal, and distressingly compact.

"You'll be wearing this while you work and you will not be permitted to leave the premises. That is unless you quit, of course. And I'll have an on-site security guard who will make sure the guests don't go too far in their use of you. And because it amuses me, I'll make sure the well-built guard looking over you is well hung, into bondage, and sexually aggressive. We wouldn't want you growing bored between guests, would we? But regardless how well you and your guard get along, he will not have the key to your new chastity cage. I will. Now, tell me. Have you guessed how you'll be paid, slave?"

The slave didn't consider himself a genius but he felt even a particularly dim-witted man could figure out the answer. Even if he did feel exhausted after pumping out that much cum.

"...In orgasms, mistress?"

"Just so. Of course, you won't be paid monthly like my other employees. Given your unique circumstances, I think a yearly payout is more appropriate. However, that assumes your behavior towards the guests you'll be entertaining has been exemplary. Each guest will be offered a survey as they leave. Anything short of outstanding reviews and... Well, there's always next year, isn't there?"

As she said this, his mistress patted his dully aching balls as if consoling them. David felt his half-limp member stir at her touch.

"But, there is one perk in the position you might be interested in."

"Y-yes, mistress?"

The bunny stepped even closer. He could smell her enticing scent as her breasts pressed up against him. Her hand hadn't stopped playing with his balls, a lewd combination of hefting, stroking, and tugging.

"When it comes time for it, I'll be the one granting your climax. And who knows... If you have an especially good year perhaps one day you'll even rediscover what your mistress' pussy feels like. You'd enjoy that. Wouldn't you, boy?"
 
Fucking his mistress with his own flesh-and-blood cock? It was one of his most cherished hopes and had been for a great many years, ever since he'd been 'permanently' locked up.

"Yes, mistress!" the horse exclaimed. "If it pleases you, I choose option two. I want to see you again, mistress. Even if it's just for one night a year."

"Very well, David. I accept you as my newest employee. Now, we need to lock this swollen thing away. Get soft for me."

He didn't have time to marvel at the bunny's use of his real name because in that same moment her teasing touch became a vise grip, seemingly intent on crushing his testicles into pulp."

David fought and pulled against his bonds anew, crying out his pain. In response, she shushed him mockingly.

"Hush now, boy. It's not as bad as all that. If it bothers you that much then hurry up and get soft and it will all be over."

The horse's shaft slowly deflated but not nearly fast enough to his mind. The crushing continued as his mistress bit her lower lip in pleasure, clearly getting off on dominating the briefly freed cock. It was like the equine pole had a mind of its own and was trying to resist its return to the cage.

The bunny didn't mind. Her thighs quivered in pleasure at the battle of wills. Her need to subjugate versus his raging labido. A single climax after fourteen years had barely scratched the surface of his need and they both knew it.

In the end his erection fought valiantly but its defeat was inevitable. The impressive length was reduced to a few scant, rubbery inches which were then sealed away inside a gun-metal-gray cage.

As she closed and locked the final clasp, the bunny moaned and shuddered. David wondered if she'd just came, hands free, but he wasn't in any condition to ask. Nor was he quite that stupid.

But by the way she leaned on him for support as she panted, catching her breath, he suspected that she had. His lovely, sexy, proud mistress had squirted without so much as sliding a single finger into herself. And all because she had enjoyed taming his long-neglected shaft.

Wishing to double-over in pain as he likewise recovered, David felt perversely proud of himself. It was proof that his mistress still found herself attracted to him, even after the many years they'd spent together.

And he wasn't the only one experiencing an emotional high. Pressing herself against him, she took one of his exposed nipples into her mouth and softly chewed on it. David gasped at the combination of pain and pleasure, his freshly caged cock trying valiantly to re-harden despite the pitiless cage.

As his tender nipple was made swollen by her nibbling, the horse reflected that this action was the perfect embodiment of his mistress. Sweet and sour. Generous and cruel. David loved the act and his mistress both. Which made the fact that this was their last full day together all the harder to accept.

But she had never promised him forever. He had to be content that they'd have fifteen glorious years together. Even if he had spent most of that time with a pair of heavy equine blue balls swinging out in the open between his legs.

Having turned one of his nipples into a swollen-angry nub she stepped back with one last touch of her land, leaving him with the sensation of her fingertips traveling down his chest all the way down to the root of his throbbing-but-trapped maleness.

"I'll leave you in the capable hands of your new handler. I anticipated your decision so he's waiting just outside. I'm sure you two will get along famously. I personally hand-picked him for this role so you are to treat him with respect. Remember, from now on the most important responsibility of your new job is: Never, ever embarrass me. Goodbye, boy. Perhaps we'll meet again in a year or two. Be good."

Still bound to the wall, David could only watch as his mistress walked away, leaving him alone. But his isolation was short lived because only a few minutes later a surprisingly youthful horse entered the room.

The smug equine was well dressed, his clothes tight fitting but evidently tailored to his muscular form. His dark fur was black which stood out in contrast to David's light, almost pink fur.

"Hey there, my pretty little mare. My name is Damien but you can just call me 'sir'."

As he spoke he ran a hand up and down David's inner thigh, invading the older horse's personal space and making him lightly shudder at the touch. The slave -- now 'employee' -- was used to being touched in this way. But in the past it had always been his mistress who had used her touch and demeanor to claim him.

This 'Damien' was definitely not his mistress. And yet, his mistress had instructed him to obey. The older horse shuffled uncomfortably at the thought of being commanded by this stranger.

That discomfort grew as the other man, who was hardly more than a boy, released him from his bonds.

"I'm not big on handshakes. So instead why don't you turn around and grab your ankles for me. A good hard fucking should help make our relationship clear to you."

David could see that the smiling dark horse wasn't kidding. The large and growing bulge running down his pants' leg was evidence of that.

Very aware that he was naked other than a slim black collar and the chastity cage hugging his forced-soft member, it didn't even occur to the former slave to stand up for himself. He was too used to obeying and, likewise, the handler seemed sure that David would comply.

Blushing at this new humiliation, the horse turned around, bent down, and grabbed his ankles. His mind raced as his body moved as though on autopilot.

Without preamble or further explanation, Damien got to work. Only a moment later he'd unzipped his pants, extracted his ebony shaft, and had the warm, blunt head pressed against the older male's waiting, pre-lubed hole.

"You're in your thirties, right? That means you're almost old enough to be my dad. Kinda crazy to think about. Still, it's sorta hot and I suppose you're cute enough. I won't have any trouble getting it up for you."

Unsure whether or not he was expected to reply, David remained silent as his mind raced to catch up with his rapidly evolving situation. The former slave was already beginning to understand why his mistress had selected this male as his full-time 'handler'.

Damien was the tool the bunny had chosen to tease and dominate him from afar. The black furred horse's role was to continue David's sexual exploitation for his mistress' pleasure. The boy was probably too naive to understand that he was also being used as a prop to play out the bunny's fantasies.

But given how quickly he'd gotten it up for the well-trained older man, David thought that perhaps the handler might not mind even if he knew. If he hadn't already worked out the truth for himself.

"Now, thank me for the fucking I'm about to give you."

Gripping his ankles tightly, David stared at the floor as he prepared himself to be penetrated. He didn't know why he was so nervous. This wasn't the first time he'd been fucked. His mistress had regularly delighted in fucking him with a strap-on molded after his own cock.

David took a deep, calming breath before answering.

"Thank you, sir, for the fffFFUUUUUCK---!"

The handler didn't wait for David to finish the sentence before shoving forward with the careless energy unique to the young and inexperienced.

"Mmmmm, that's a good mare. Let's get you bred. Keep a tight grip on those ankles for me. Then I'll drive you over to your plush new luxury home. I should be recharged by the time we get there, so I'll do you a favor and let you pick out which room you want to be fucked in first. The property is surrounded by big privacy trees, so you can even pick the balcony if you want."

The collared man was reminded that this wouldn't be the last stranger to have his way with him. David had offered himself up to serve the mistress' guests -- to use his body for their pleasure. And he'd done so willingly for the chance that he'd get to see the mischievous bunny once a year. In effect, volunteered to please countless strangers just so that he could please her.

As he was fucked by the boy who couldn't have been much older than a teenager -- assuming the youth wasn't actually still eighteen or nineteen -- David blushed as he realized just how far he'd go for his mistress. His devotion to her was near total. A fact that Damien was very much enjoying.

"I don't feel you pushing back up against me," the dark horse griped. "You trying to earn your first bad review, mare? Or maybe since you just got off you've already given up on cumming for your first annual review. That it, girly? Already resigned yourself to twenty four months of abstinence?"

'Twenty-four months?!' David mentally fretted. Staring down at the floor he mentally walked through the math and determined that the handler was correct. He wouldn't be up for 'review' for another twelve month and, if that went poorly, the next review wouldn't be for another twelve months after that. Which added up to a total of twenty four months. Two years.

When put in that context, the former slave decided that it was in his best interest to engage in 'enthusiastic compliance' with his muscular handler's demands.

"Mmmmm, much better. Keep this up and you and I are gonna get along just fine. I can see why the mistress kept you around for so long. Just do as you're told and we won't have any problems. Obedience is always the correct answer. Besides, dignity is overrated, right?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"That's a good mare. And don't worry. Should we come across any hidden, last shreds of dignity during our time together I'll help you snuff them out. It's what your mistress would have wanted, yeah?"

Not hearing an immediate response, Damien slapped the other equine's ass at the same time as he slammed his cock in extra hard and deep.

"Answer the question, slut."

"Yes, sir! It is, sir!"

Damien grunted a sound that approximated satisfaction at the answer as he returned to his rhythm of steady-but-intense fucking.

In the minutes that followed David reflected on how his entire world changed in a single hour. Well, except that many things hadn't really changed at all.

He was still chastised. He was still serving. And it was still his job to make his mistress happy. At least this way he'd still get to see her, if far less often than before. After serving by her side for all these years, he knew that the bunny would be amused to know that he was eagerly servicing others as an indirect method to servicing her.

If all went well, he would get to see his mistress again. Her beautiful face. Her soft hands. Her wry smile. She might even unlock his cage and...

The horse involuntarily grunted as his equally-well-hung handler pounded into him extra deep. The boy hadn't been intending to hurt him. He was just too inexperienced to breed with care and self restraint.  

Picking up where his jumbled line of thought had left off, David found himself strangely optimistic about the future. When he saw his mistress again, he knew she'd have no complaints. He would always be hers and he would serve for as long as she permitted it.

This time around, the tight grip of the chastity cage felt more comforting than oppressive. It was a reminder that despite distance and separation, his mistress still owned and controlled him. That he would go on working to please her until such time that they were reunited.

Men... Women... The rich... The poor. Beautiful or plain. It didn't matter. David would make sure that when they left, they left happy. Because that was what his mistress asked of him.

Throbbing in its new cage, his cock tried and failed to get hard at the thought as his aching hole slowly grew accustomed to his 'security guard's' free and uncaged pole.



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