He Helps Blake Out

Red looked across to the puddle of semen on the table then across to Blake's cock. He gathered himself. The Stallion was trying to humiliate him, make him **** himself. He may have cum, but he could still maintain some dignity. He turned back to Blake, a steely look in his eyes, and smiled.

'How can I help you?' He asked casually.

Blake looked taken aback, true he hadn't actually expected Red to lick up his own cum, but still, he had expected more **** in choosing to service Blake. He supposed he'd just have to crank up the humiliation... What a shame.

'To start with, you can get on your knees.' Blake motioned at he ground before him. As Red settled, he slipped off his own shirt, revealing a heavily muscled torso and thick, toned arms. Despite the Bucks apparent nonplussed attitude, it satisfied Blake to see a flicker of uncertainty cross his face. Red was now 'eye-to-eye' with the Stallion's throbbing member. It was big, nearly as long as his forearm, although not quite as girthy.

Blake took a step forward, positioning himself so that his dick was lying across Red's face. The tip stopped, just short of the bridge of his snout, centrally between his eyes. The Buck trembled slightly as Blake carefully rubbed his dick along Red's fine fur. The Stallion could see his plan working, the red flush of embarrassment was returning to the Buck's cheeks. As he withdrew his cock, it left a slight smear of moisture across Red's snout.

'Alright, Bitch. Open wide.' Blake could see the gears whirring in Red's mind, uncertainty evident upon his face. Tentatively he opened his mouth. Blake grinned. 'That's good, Bitch.' He praised, his voice light.'Oh, yes. Very good.' Blake entered the Buck's mouth. The soft insides of Red's throat massaged his dick, alongside the tantalizing stimulation of his undulating tongue. As he pushed deeper in, the walls gripped his cock tighter.

It was taking Red all of his willpower not to gag, the size of the Stallion's member too great for him too handle. His tongue twitched reflexively, rubbing against Blake's tip and tasting the first drops of that sweet and salty liquid.

Blake moaned with pleasure, 'That's it, Bitch! That's the spot! Keep going!'

Red blushed an even deeper shade of crimson. He'd never expected to find himself pleasuring another man like this, much less a horse of all people. He did not stop his actions however, the sooner this was over, the better.

Blake was ready to blow now. He gripped the Buck's antlers in each hand and pulled his head forward over his engorged penis. As he came he let out a mighty whinny, releasing his seed down Red's throat.

Red spluttered, desperately trying to to remove his head fro. the Stallion's hands, but his grip was too strong. With no other choice, he gulped down Blake's seed, until his discharge came to an end. When the Stallion released him, he sat back panting hard.

Blake patted him on the head, 'Good work, Bitch. I haven't had head like that from a guy in a long time.' He looked ruefully at the recovering Buck, 'I might actually have to exercise my privileges over you if you that good.' Red looked shocked and Blake laughed, waving a dismissive hand. 'I'm just messing with you. With any luck... Well, with any luck for you, you won't find yourself here again. Hmm?'

Red shook his head, he sincerely hoped not.

Blake threw Red's shirt to him, 'Use that to clean up the cum.' Upon seeing Red's look of indignation he continued, 'You clean up your mess with your shirt. For the rest of the day you wear that shirt. If you don't I'll find out and I'll punish you.' Blake pinched Red's already sore rear. 'You keep that thong on as well.' Blake pulled on his shirt and rummaged in a bag pulling out a packet of women's underwear. 'You're going to keep wearing thongs like that for a month. I'll be doing spot checks and if you're not wearing appropriate underwear...' He smacked Red's ass, '....you get punished.' He faced the blushing Buck, 'Am I clear?'

Red nodded meekly. 'Good.' The Stallion had one last fondle of Red's buttocks, before he picked up his bag and left the room.

Red looked down at his shirt and then at the pool of drying cum upon the table. He slowly began wiping away the white streaks...