[u]Gelding Pride[/u]
Story by Swag2Dragon
w/ editing by Darkmare

The stud was born as a stallion by one of the most popular horse race breeders. But very quickly, those in charge had discerned his character was different from other horses - seeming not directly interested in the races, but more into the everything surrounding them. The mares of course, the riding crops, the other stallions, the leather tack... all of this caught his interest and his curiosity, much more than simply running. Like any newborn in the breeding farm or any newcomer to this very specific world, he knew he had to prove himself, but he didn't want to wait months or years before being able to taste the tender and voluptuous flesh of a mare in heat. Instead, he made the mistake of fighting with the other stallions and competitors, to try his luck with a beautiful neighboring young lady. Mounting in a moment's opportunity, his virgin penis was barely able to brush against her soft, wet sex before the breeders took notice and forced his dismount, a few smacks with the riding crop to further discourage this activity.  Despite the first racing season of their lives drawing near, the breeders decided to castrate this particular male, taking absolutely no risk regarding the health of other horses and mares, potentially the ones that may lay the golden eggs between their legs.

What if it was this particular horse that was going to blow everyone away and win the jackpot?  His bloodline would end now, regardless. With the vet having just extracted his second and last precious testicle, the horse was now officially a gelding. He did not fully comprehend the nature of this change immediately, despite the taunts of his equine stablemates, as it took time for his hormones and aggressiveness to wane. He struggled to continue facing the other horses, hoping to regain his honor, but he soon discovered the something that had changed in him. First, he began to enjoy the whips, the pain giving him more and more pleasure as time wore on, sometimes going so far as to deliberately do stupid, forbidden things to feel the hard leather violently strike his beautiful round rump. The most vigorous stallions took notice of this change and his drop in masculine behavior, and even tried to empty their surplus of sperm and virility in him. Some succeeded, with admittedly a little strength and persuasion. It was then that the gelding discovered prostatic pleasure, an entirely different source of bliss which suited him better than simple masturbation - the simple slapping of his member against his belly paling in comparison - or the one time he had barely tasted the lips of that gentle mare. 

So quickly did these changes appear that despite his unusual behavior, it had already been arranged for the gelding to participate in the first races.


[u]Gelding's Pride (ENDING #1)[/u]

The stress was intense, the effort considerable, the focus and attention difficult to keep with all the hustle and bustle, the crowd and the sometimes very erotic smells of the females in heat participating in the surroundings. But the gelding gave the race everything he had. He felt the lower part of his stomach tickle him and shudder slightly between great galloping strides, but alas, his lack of testosterone caused a slight drop in the energy to which he was accustomed, and he was deprived of first place. Back behind the scenes, he willingly and deliberately brought the whip to his owners, lifting his tail for full access to his sweat-drenched buttocks and demanding his punishment with some infatuation for the same sting of the whip that he felt that day when he was forced from the mare. But today, unlike then, he only received a hit or two for missing out on first place.  They couldn't really blame him for having performed so well in the first few races.

Back at the club, the first few races hadn't really changed much except for a more harmonious and calmer exchange between the horses. As one race followed after another, the results were stable and victorious for our dear gelding - so much so that he rose through the ranks, and rapidly became one of the club's most famous mascots and racehorses. His performance was accompanied by many benefits: As soon as he returned from the races, he was greeted by the two most beautiful mares in the club, lubricated, showered and knowing that they were going to be covered by this gelding all the evening. These mares were particularly pleased because they could never get pregnant from the gelding's love, and if he could be said to lack a certain firmness or zest between his legs, he made up for it twofold in the remarkable longevity of his couplings. The mares seemed almost always to be in heat, excited for the pleasure and happiness that he provided. Sometimes he was even lucky enough to see a few proud stallions being accompanied to be castrated and transformed into geldings just like him, but due to their lack of performance on the racetrack. 

On rare occasions it was himself, the champion, who wished to play the role of the mare. He would browse the potential stallions and decide who could have the honor and the privilege of riding his own back and banging his anus well and properly. He brought in a lot to the club, and proudly lived a life of an appreciated and celebrated gelding, fucking his personal little group of mares very regularly, having the pleasure to feel a good big hot cock in his butt, and having such power over the others... without ever having the power to procreate and generate foals himself.


[u]Gelded Pride (ENDING #2)[/u]

The stress was intense, the effort considerable, the focus and attention difficult to keep with all the hustle and bustle, the crowd and the smells, even the most erotic of females in heat could no longer even motivate him, his castration slowly erasing his male behaviour and reproductive urges. He still tried to give the race all he had, but his lack of testosterone and corresponding vigor was to blame for his failure, finishing in last place. Back in the backstage, he didn't even have time to breathe before he was hit with violent blows of whips and crops, marking his posterior hard... to his greatest pleasure. The more blows that came, the more his penis twitched and stretched out of its sheath.

Back at the club, the mockery of the other horses came quickly. They didn't hesitate to point out the absence of his two orbs between his legs, even taking a few light knocks on his empty scrotum. He was sometimes gangbanged, the victorious stallions proudly celebrating their victory by using the body of the poor gelding as a sextoy and mount for their precious virility. One stallion would ride him from the front, and another from behind, like he was like a mare that had been left in a herd of males in rut. While returning from some races, he sometimes saw some other unlucky stallions walking for the last time in the direction of the barn, and coming out as geldings, like him. The owners tried to get him to run few new races, but they were all the same, always last, sometimes even with a few drops of semen dripping out of his anus during the race. Every time he came home, he found himself being jumped on, whipped and covered with hot semen from stallions destined to be great champions and fathers of many foals.

His results were such that the breeders took him out of the races after some time and left him in the stallion paddocks, like a mare in their service, destined to be ridden, and to regularly observe the champion studs covering females and ejaculating their powerful and virile semen in mares right under his eyes, into the mares he never had...  from now on, he was just one more mare, ready to service them at any time.