Red's Plan of Action

“Okay,” He said, finally, “How are we going to do this?..”

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Red leapt out from behind the door, quickly wrapping his tie around the Stallion’s snout and clamping it shut. Blake let out a grunt of surprise as the Buck crashed into him, sending them both tumbling over. Yellow was a little more hesitant, but stepped forward and quickly straddled his legs, while Red sat on his back. Again Blake grunted through the gag, trying to see what had hit him and get up.

For a moment, Red was worried, as the Stallion managed to lift himself a few inches from the ground, but after a few moments of straining and pushing, he slumped back forward, still unable to see his assailants. Red wasted no time, forcing a blindfold on the pinned figure and quickly threading a rope around his thighs, motioning for Yellow to do the same. His fur was still damp from the shower and the rope slipped occasionally, but the two Bucks where able to stop Blake from kicking free.

Thankfully for them, Blake’s arms where pinned beneath him and they prepared to fish them out from beneath the hulking equine. Red motioned toward Yellow, ‘careful’, and slowly leant to one side. Immediately a hand shot free and began to scrabble around, but just as quickly, Yellow leapt on it, pinning it down with his full body weight.

Blake recognised the roughness of rope, wound around his wrist and knew what was next. When he felt the weight ease on his right side, instead of freeing his hand, he kept it beneath him, snarling through his gag. If they wanted to bind him, they would need to work for it. Unfortunately for him, it seemed they had though about this, and he felt his left arm pulled upwards, sending him unsteadily to his hooves. He pulled on the rope, partially to test, but mostly for balance, and found it taught and unyielding. He flailed out with his right, hoping to find some purchase, but quickly felt two sets of hands restrain this and subject it to a similar felt. With both his hands tied, he was pulled forward slowly, he felt his legs touch the bench but felt his arms still travelling, causing him to lean over... Presenting his bare flanks. He felt himself blush. So that’s what they wanted? Well... Some of his anger subsided and he cursed himself as he gave in to the spark of excitement.

Red could see that Yellow was practically salivating at the Horse’s muscular rear end, the buttocks were relaxed, and as Yellow strode forward, positioning himself behind the Stallion, he landed hefty spank across the them. Caught off guard, Blake moaned out of his bound snout. His rear trembled slightly from the impact and he tensed expecting another blow, but none came. Yellow began to massage him, taking a cheek in each hand and appreciating the firmness of the muscle, with only the barest trace of fat.

For his part, Red went over to the blinded and bound face of the Stallion, stroking his member. He wasn’t remotely aroused by Blake but he felt the thrill of satisfaction as he stood before him. He was in control now. He pulled out his phone, snapping a picture. He saw the Stallion’s ears prick up at the sound, and chuckled to himself, flicking back through his gallery.

Blake wasn’t the pinup he needed, but there were plenty of conquests he could rely on to make up for that. He settled on one of his favourites, a fling he’d has a few years ago now with a former track sprinter. She was a hell of a ride, supple curves all over and not at all camera shy. He was full mast in no time, and positioned his dick right on his nemesis’ snout.

Blake flinched as he felt the slightly damp member across his face. His nostrils flared as he took in a scent of musk. It was unfamiliar to him, but he felt the spark growing. He had never had this experience before. No male had ever used him, no one had been brave enough. The musk... He knew the scent of deer... Could it be?..

His thoughts where quickly cut short as he felt his tail lifted, further presenting his hindquarters. The fingers that had previously massaged him now snaked their way into his asshole, toying the edges. He tensed as they entered, but relaxed again as they gently worked his opening. Aside from the blindfold, it was actually quite pleasant and he found himself gently rocking against the intruding digits.

The breathing behind him intensified and a long rigid shaft was placed against his cheek. He could feel his tail taken, rubbed around it for a moment and then replaced as the head of the penis teased his asshole. Instinctively, it puckered, but the Stallion was ready for this and shifted back as much as his bonds would allow, inviting in the ‘strangers’ cock.

Yellow let out a low moan, and then a slight yelp as he clasped his hands over is mouth.

Red glanced at him, surprised and lost his composure slightly. He had been focusing on pacing himself, but now found his dick tingling with the inevitable rush. Reaching down to pinch it, he realised it was too late, and returned his gaze to his phone, imagining the ropes of his cum spilling onto the face of the gym bunny before him.

Yellow withered under a glare from Red, but knew better than to say anything.

Blake for his part resisted the urge to chuckle, very aware that the person before him had just had a premature ejaculation. Outwardly however, he shuddered, immersing himself in the role of the victim. He had feeling if he let on that he knew, he was going to lose the opportunity to continue enjoying the cock that was buried in his rear. He swayed his behind again, subtly encouraging his penetrator to begin thrusting.

Red sighed, taking some satisfaction in wiping his dripping cock over Blake’s snout, but otherwise disappointed he couldn’t enjoy the feeling of power anymore.

Yellow on the other hand, was lost. Completely engrossed in ploughing the horse before him, he was fully leaning into his thrusts, rutting against the muscular Stallion. He hesitantly reached around, groping for Blake’s shaft and began jerking, stroking the shaft alongside him.

It was Blake’s turn to moan, his cock twitching from the soft hands that now caressed him. The warmth of another man inside him was exciting, something new, he wouldn’t say it was his best lay, but it was perfectly enjoyable, and he wouldn’t look a gift deer on the mouth.

Unfortunately for all parties, except for Red, who was now flicking through his phone, disinterested, the experience was coming to a close. Yellow felt that his stomach drop and a slight squelch could be heard as the Stallion was filled. The climax left his legs slightly week, and he staggered backwards, reluctantly releasing the Horse’s penis. He so desperately wished to savour it a little more, to wrap his mouth around it, but he could see Red’s expression and that he was pointing toward the door. Clearly they wanted to make a quick exit before Blake made any attempt to escape...