He Gets a Makeover

Red looked at Blake's cock. His throbbing member was nearly as long as his forearm, surely there was no way he could handle it. He cast around, hoping to find away out. Seeing no solution, he gulped and turned to the puddle of cum on the table.

Behind he Blake raised an eyebrow, he hadn't expected the Buck to stoop so low, yet here he was. Bent over, red sticking in the air and preparing to lick up his own cum. Blake gently stroked his large cock, admiring Red's sore behind. He was nearly ready to erupt, but he would wait until Red had finished his task.

Red had just reached the first part of his cum. As he dragged his tongue through the thick, salty liquid, it gathered against it. A slight crust had formed, a crust he now broke. He was somewhat surprised, the taste wasn't bad at all, far better than he'd imagined. The texture however was mot great. The liquid was thick and slimy at the best of times, but parts of it had now hardened leading to chewy lumps. All he could do was grit his teeth and carry on. It took him several minutes to clear the mess, not so much die to quantity, but because he knew Blake wouldn't let him skimp on any aspect of cleaning. The table needed to be spotless.

Upon seeing Red had finished, the Stallion reached over and pulled him back, ass first, toward him. 'Good work, Bitch.' Blake sandwiched his cock between Reds cheeks, eliciting a gasp from the Buck. 'Now it's time for your makeover...' Blake began thrusting back and forth.

His cock was already heightened in sensitivity, and the sensation of Red's soft, furry cheeks were excellent to amplify his pleasure. As he reached his brink point he let out a shrill neigh, exploding across Red's ass and back. In all, three thick ropes of cum splattered against the Buck. The first and largest stretched from his lower back all the way to his neck. The second landed across his back and he third coated his butt-cheeks. Red could feel the thick semen soaking into his fur and the weight of it hanging of him as he moved.

He stood and moved to clean himself, ready to peel off the purple thong and forget this humiliating situation. As he did do however a heavy hand grabbed his wrist.

'Ah ah,' the Stallion chuckled, 'There's one last thing for you to do to complete your punishment, Bitch.' Blake reached over and picked up Red's clothes handing them to him, with the exception of his trousers and his boxers. 'Firstly, what you have now is what you're going to wear for the rest of the day.' Red stared at him blankly. 'Go on, Bitch! Get dressed.' Blake spoke brusquely. Red put on his shirt and tie, immediately the cum on his back stuck to the shirt. It was a very obvious way to ensure anyone who saw him would know what had happened. Red also noted this left his bottom fully exposed, it still smarting and sore.

He glared at Blake, 'Anything else, Sir?' His voice dripped with venom.

The Stallion chuckled again, 'Actually, Bitch, there is,' He handed Red the rest of his clothes. 'I assume you're going to the showers now, right? That's fine, clean up, whatever. But today you're only allowed to wear those clothes. That's shirt, tie and that thong.' Blake paused for a moment, as if contemplating something. In reality, he was simply trying to wind the Buck up. 'And on the topic of that thong... Your cute butt suits it you should wear underwear like that more often. How does a month sound? For the sake of hygiene, you don't have to wear just one...' Blake rummaged in his bag and pulled out a pack of women's underwear, '...but this should keep you with enough.' He smiled snidely.

Red glared at him some more before heading to the door. He was turning the handle when Blake spoke up a final time, 'Oh, and Bitch?' Red turned, 'I will be checking to make sure, so unless you want to be spanked in a rather more public place, you make sure you're appropriately dressed.' Red flushed at the the embarrassing threat, before turning on his heel and storming out of the room.

Blake chuckled to himself, he had very much enjoyed bringing the Buck down from his high horse. While on the whole he wanted Red to reform, he had to admit, a small part of him wouldn't mind getting his hands on him again.