Gaeburn and the Gloryhole
Braeburn’s heart thudded in his chest as he stared at the Ponyville bathhouse, the rapid pulse of blood in his ears threatening to find somewhere more accommodating to inhabit further south.
Often frequented by an almost male-exclusive clientele, it was rumoured that the bathhouse was often given to a certain kind of ‘entertainment’ endemic to seedy bathhouses the world over.
The gloryhole.
Braeburn knew of the gloryhole. He knew of it well. Last time he was in Ponyville, he had not only witnessed it in action, but had actually shoved his aching member through the perfect hole in the wall and been serviced by not one, but two eager tongues!
Two eager tongues of equally eager mares that he never even glimpsed. Or maybe even stallions…
It would have been impossibly easy for one of the tongues on the other side of the wall to be that of a colt. And the thought had excited him. And he certainly couldn’t wait to go back…
But then, halfway to the bathhouse, he had had an epiphany.
It could have been anypony on the other side of that wall. Anypony at all. He himself was an anypony!
Braeburn kicked at the ground anxiously with a hindhoof, watching various ponies going back and forth, in and out of the bathhouse. He had even seen an off-duty wonderbolt slipping through a side-entrance to wind down in the heated baths.
Did he dare go down there? Did he have it in him to go through the entire arduous process of getting into the back room without anypony seeing him, and then actually getting the nerve up to open that hole in the wall and entice some random male to come be ‘pleased’?
Braeburn shuddered, pawing at the ground anxiously, watching the bathhouse with the eye of a hawk.
The door to the back room of the bathhouse slammed closed with a powerful kick of Braeburn’s hindhoof. Panting faintly with anxiety, the cowpony paused with his rump against the door, trying to calm his breathing, ears perked up, listening intently in case anypony had seen him.
After several minutes of patient waiting, the stallion danced away from the door, jogging in place for a few seconds to try and work out some of his nervousness. He ducked his head for a moment, slipping off his hat and laying it down on the floor. He stepped towards the back room, walking on shaking legs, ducking his head a little bit as he lifted a hoof to open the door.
A dark space met Braeburn, with a pair of holes on opposite walls of a little recess, just the perfect size for the average pony to squeeze into place. He instantly knew what it was for.
Swallowing thickly, Braeburn moved over to the alcove, pressing himself into it. It was meticulously cleaned, with no stains or mess visible, at least in the low light. Shuddering, the stallion reached up a hoof to tug open the cover on the hole in the wall, opening it a sliver.
A brilliant green eye looked out through the sliver of space he had created, carefully examining the current denizens of the bathhouse.
There was at least five stallions in the bathhouse, two of them he recognized, but the other three were strangers. And none of them were very appealing to him.
Sighing faintly, Braeburn hung his head, considering turning around and bolting from the bathhouse. Instead, he pressed his cheek against the wall of the alcove so he could watch the entrance of the bathhouse, waiting for someone interesting to happen. Maybe, if he was lucky, a certain pony would show up…
Half an hour of uncomfortable waiting, and the bathhouse emptied out. And then it was just Braeburn, sitting in the clammy alcove, watching an empty bathhouse. Sighing softly and cursing his reluctance, he closed the cover, harrumphing and running a hoof through his mane. His inability to act had caused him to miss out on any stallion, let alone one he actually liked!
There was a rustle of movement on the other side of the wall, and the sound of splashing water as somepony dropped into the bath.
Curiously, Braeburn opened the cover over the hole, peeking back into the bathhouse.
A dark blue pony with an even deeper blue mane was lounging in the bathhouse, alone, sitting on his rump. Braeburn recognized him immediately: the co-captain of the Wonderbolts. Soarin.
Braeburn gave a faint sigh, hanging his head. He had been hoping maybe, just maybe, that Big Mac would use the bathhouse and he could somehow tempt him into using the gloryhole…
Braeburn was consumed with his own thoughts, and so after a few moments he was quite stunned to realise that Soarin was masturbating right out in public! One of the Wonderbolt’s hooves was pushed down under the water, stroking at a rapidly-growing dark object.
Braeburn could only assume that the water was slowing down Soarin’s movements too much for his liking, as the Wonderbolt pulled himself up out of the water.
Soarin’s fur was all matted down with moisture, but the growing mass of smooth, black flesh between his thighs was glistening in the wetness. One of his hooves slid up and down it firmly, coaxing it out to full hardness.
Mouth going dry, Braeburn could only stare as the length of stallion cock was summoned up as if by magic. Inch after inch after glorious inch swelling from the Wonderbolt. It wasn’t quite as long as Braeburn himself, but it was so much thicker!
As it reached full size, stiffening against Soarin’s stomach, the stallion leaned back against the wall of the bathhouse, starting to languidly stroke his hoof up and down the length of his eager ebony cock.
Braeburn watched with wide eyes, mouth hanging open, unable to believe what he was witnessing.
Soarin gave a soft huff, but otherwise, remained relatively quiet as he stroked his hoof eagerly up and down the length of his stiff ebony cock, squeezing right up towards the noticeably thicker tip of the throbbing member.
A soft whimper left the stallion in the alcove, and he bit his bottom lip, dancing in place anxiously. With a shaking, quivering hoof, he reached up to open the gloryhole entirely, and then tapped his hoof once against the edge.
Soarin looked up sharply, and Braeburn drew back a little, heart in his mouth, ensuring that he couldn’t be seen in the light from the bathhouse shining through the hole.
A slow smirk spread across Soarin’s face, and he rose to his hooves, the thick cock bobbing beneath him. With an eager growl, he picked his way across the room towards the gloryhole. From Soarin’s side, it looked like a strangely-shaped box set in the middle of the room, joined to the wall, with a hole in either side and a pair of handles on the top on both sides. The handles were there for a stallion to hold on to as he humped vigorously into the hole, or just to hold on to for balance, really.
Soarin wasted no time in mounting the box, slipping the tip of his throbbing black cock through the hole, powerful hooves grasping the handles and his wings flaring, stiffening above him.
Braeburn stared, almost hit in the nose with the thick length of stallion cock as it was thrust unceremoniously through the hole. It boggled his mind to try and fathom how he would fit that in his mouth.
Very carefully, Braeburn lifted a hoof, biting his bottom lip as he delicately ran his soft hoof up the length of the underside of the thick cock. It really was quite girthy, at least a third again as thick as Braeburn’s own growing flesh.
Shuddering, Braeburn leaned forwards, his nose almost touching the slightly-flared tip of the dark cock. He inhaled, smelling the musky scent of Soarin’s arousal, even as his hoof squeezed around the base, working towards the tip slowly.
Soarin jerked his hips, giving a huff of impatience. “Put it in your mouth already, girl!”
Braeburn’s eyes widened and he felt warmth rising to his cheeks while his own eager cock swelled to life under the words. Soarin thought it was a girl in the alcove! The sheer decadent naughtiness of what he was doing caught up with him, and he felt momentarily lightheaded.
Soarin jerked his hips, causing the thick cock to bob in the air in front of Braeburn’s nose. “C’mon!” the Wonderbolt growled, a note of need rising in his voice.
Panting faintly, Braeburn leaned in and dragged a heated lick right across the tip of the thick, flat head of Soarin’s cock, velvety tongue swirling right along the hills and valleys of the fascinating geography of the stallion’s eager flesh.
“Good girl…” Soarin hissed, tongue clenched between his teeth as he slowly humped his hips into the hole.
Braeburn gave a soft groan of delight as he closed his lips over the front of Soarin’s cock, suckling faintly at it, his own hips shifting and grinding on reflex as he stiffened up himself. A burst of something warm and salty spilled into his mouth, and his eyes widened. He paused for a moment, tongue working along the tip of the stiffened cock, lightly swirling the velvet muscle along it, tasting the intoxicating taste of Soarin’s precum.
“C’mon, make me cum,” Soarin panted, thudding the top of the alcove with his hoof lustfully, his hips giving a more firm hump into the box.
Braeburn shuddered, swallowing thickly, hooves grasping around the midpoint of the eager cock, lips stretching over the thick tip of it so that Soarin’s next hump was greeted by a warmth mouth consuming inches of his stiffened flesh.
A hissed groan of delight sounded from the other side of the wall, and Braeburn gave a faint groan of delight around the flesh in response, vibrating the thickened mouthful of stallion’s pride.
“O-oh fuck, yesss…” Soarin hissed, starting to hump his hips firmly into the tight muzzle consuming his throbbing cock.
Braeburn was jerked back and forth a few times before he managed to loosen the grasp of his muzzle enough that the cock was slid in and out instead of pushing him to and fro. He cupped the bottom of the stallion’s cock with his tongue, guiding it, careful not to lean too far forwards in case it ended up trying to shove down his throat. His hooves brushed and worked down the sides of the cock, squeezing at it lightly for stimulation and urging it to work in and out of his suckling muzzle all the more firmly.
“B-been a while…” Soarin muttered, biting his bottom lip, his motions starting to get urgent and erratic. “Hope you’re r-ready for a mouthful!”
Braeburn’s eyes widened, and a quiver passed over his form as he heard the stallion. His mouth tugged off the cock, and he panted heavily for several seconds. His hooves grasped around the base of the cock to tug the stallion hard against the hole, forcing him to push every inch inside, giving the stallion within as much room as possible to work.
Growling lustfully, Braeburn pushed down over the tip of the cock, closing his lips around the head of it, feeling it starting to swell eagerly against his tongue and the roof of his mouth, forcing his jaws apart around it.
A soft whimper of delight left Braeburn’s stuffed muzzle as he started to bob and urgently suckle around the swelling cock. He was so beyond ready for his mouthful.
Soarin arched against the box, hips humping vainly before he cried out in delight and tensed up, jerking against the hole as his cock throbbed and pulsed repeatedly.
Braeburn felt the pulsing and throbbing, and suckled all the more urgently, coaxing out the gooey load of stallion spunk to fill his hungry muzzle. He was not disappointed.
Mere moments later, a heavy burst of Soarin’s spunk burst into his mouth with surprising ferocity. It splashed across the back of his throat, filling his mouth in an instant, squeezing out around the flared cocktip crammed in the stallion’s mouth, drooling from Braeburn’s lips to drip and dribble to the floor in fitful bursts.
Eyes wide, Braeburn tried to contain the spray of mess, tongue wiggling in vain against the underside of the throbbing, spurting cock. Volley after volley of urgent stallion spunk was inundating the stallion, and even with his rapid swallows and almost desperate suckling, it was overwhelming him.
After several long seconds, Braeburn had to tug back, panting hard as his face was coated with the hot, gooey strings of Soarin’s lust, leaving long lines of sticky white spunk to marr his golden face and mane.
Braeburn could feel the stallion’s essence heavy on his face and in his mouth, slowly drooling from his chin as he panted hard to try and catch his breath. The spitting, throbbing cock jerked a few more times, and he eagerly leaned forwards to capture it again, letting the bursts spill directly across his tongue. He groaned faintly, swirling his tongue rapidly against the very tip of the throbbing pride, coaxing out the last few bursts to spill directly into his mouth.
With a faint groan, he drew back, panting hard through his nose, his cheeks rosy with a blush as he enjoyed the decadent, intoxicating sensation of a mouthful of a lustful stallion’s spunk.
Soaring drew back with a grunt, sliding his used cock out of the hole, his panting audible even through the wall. He leaned down, grinning faintly. “Now be a good girl and open up and show me how much you caught…”
Braeburn froze, before a slow, naughty smile spread across his muzzle. He carefully leant forwards, until the stripe of light coming from the hole was lighting up just enough of his face to reveal his muzzle. He slowly parted his jaws, letting the Wonderbolt see the tongue swimming in his spunk and the cheeks and roof of the muzzle that had just finished pleasuring him, coated liberally in the white frosting of stallion jism.
Without even closing his mouth, Braeburn started to swallow, deliberately letting Soarin watch him swallowing down his spunk.
Soarin gave a low growl of delight, panting faintly and then grinning widely. “That’s a good girl…” he crooned, before turning and walking away from the wall, shaky-legged.
Braeburn closed his mouth, swallowing thickly, breathing heavily through his nose. He leant against the wall next to the hole, cheek pushed right up against it, eyes clenched closed as he began to almost urgently jerk himself off. His hoof jerked off his throbbing cream-coloured cock, squeezing and tugging at it in earnest, almost desperate for release.
His eyes opened for a moment, and he glanced down at himself, before snapping his gaze back upwards, his heart leaping into his mouth.
Big Mac was in the bathhouse, and he was looking directly at the hole in the wall.
Braeburn slammed the cover shut, feeling his heart pounding in his ears. His release was immediately forgotten about in the anxiety of the possibility of being found out. He had completely forgotten to conceal himself in the shadows. Who knew how long Big Mac had been there?!
Quivering and shaky, panting hard with far more fear than lust now, Braeburn rose onto shaky legs and slipped out of the alcove. He stalked over to the basin on one side of the room, washing his face as best he could. He examined himself in the mirror for a split-second to make sure he was mostly presentable, before picking up his hate, jamming it on his mane, and tugging the door open.
A red nose was immediately pushed up against his own, and Braeburn froze.
“B-Big M-Mac?” Braeburn asked, his voice quivering.
“Eeyup,” Big Mac stated, staring down into the smaller pony’s eyes.
Braeburn took a step backwards, and Big Mac stayed right with him, staring at him, nose pushed up against his own. He had to tilt his head down a little bit to be nose-to-nose with his fringe-relative, and it made Braeburn acutely aware of how big Big Mac was.
“I-I was j-j…” Braeburn stammered, feeling his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he fumbled over his words, trying to find some excuse, some reason for him to be back there. “J-just looking for m-my hat!” he squeaked, barely even managing to get the last words out.
Big Mac took another step fowards, and Braeburn took one backwards. A red hoof lifted to push his hat off, and Big Mac’s eyes narrowed slowly. “Nope.”
Braeburn quivered faintly, dancing in place, unable to look away from the intimidating, huge red pony blocking his exit.
Big Mac idly pushed the door closed behind him with a hoof. The lock caught.
Braeburn felt his heart trying to escape through his throat.
“I-I-I… I…” he stammered, breaking Big Mac’s gaze to look around wildly for a way to escape.
“Nope,” Big Mac said, taking a slight step to the left as Braeburn tried to dart around him. He took another step forwards, forcing Braeburn back even further until his rump bumped up against a crate along the wall.
Braeburn stumbled, losing his balance as he was pushed backwards, and then the larger pony was all over him.
Big Mac pushed the smaller pony up onto the crate spreading him out on his back. Big Mac rose up slightly to place both hooves on either side of Braeburn’s body, holding him in place. And then he leaned in and bit him on the neck!
Braeburn arched and kicked impotently at Big Mac’s stomach, arching against him at the powerful bite, wincing and shuddering under the surprising smart of sensation. But Big Mac didn’t bite down, he just held him there.
It was at that moment that Braeburn became aware of something hot, and very heavy pressing against his rump. Tentatively, he twisted slightly and then shifted a hindleg to stare down past himself to what it was.
Big Mac’s amazingly thick, stupendously long, deep-red cock was growing and swelling eagerly Braeburn’s haunch.
Braeburn felt heat explode across his muzzle as he realised what was happening. He looked up at Big Mac, eyes wide, as the red pony released the bite.
“A-are… y-you… b-but…” Braeburn stammered, staring from Big Mac, to Big Mac and then back again.
“Eeyup,” Big Mac said emphatically, staring down at Braeburn with narrowed, lustful eyes.
Braeburn quivered helplessly, biting his bottom lip, feeling himself getting excited again. Big Mac felt it too, a smug smile spreading across his muzzle as he peered down at the rapidly stiffening and comparatively smaller length of cock that Braeburn was sporting.
Flushing furiously, Braeburn carefully rolled himself over onto his stomach, his ears pinning back as he looked back over his shoulder, delicately lifting his tail and swaying it to the side in invitation.
A low growl left Big Mac as he drew back and then immediately pushed his muzzle up under the cowpony’s tail, dragging a heated, wet lick right against his tight plothole.
Braeburn’s eyes widened, and he stared forwards, grasping a hoof over his muzzle as he felt his cousin dragging those eager licks right under his tail, slathering a mess of saliva against him. His hips rolled and jerked helplessly, and he felt his stiffened cock pushing right up against the side of the crate. He had deliberately not let it sit under him, because he had the feeling he was going to be fucked into the crate and beyond.
Big Mac grasped Braeburn’s haunches, squeezing them lightly, red hooves running over his cutie marks while his strong, hot, and wet tongue firmly lapped and tongued under his tail.
“F-fuck!” Braeburn whimpered, eyes clenching closed as he resisted the urge to hump into the unyielding wood. His mind was swimming with a mix of disbelief and lust. This had to be a dream.
Braeburn stiffened as he felt Mac draw back, and then straddle him, powerful hooves grasping his side. His eyes opened and then widened as he felt the tip of Mac’s monstrous cock pushed right up against his rump. He bit his bottom lip, peering back over his shoulder. “G… g-go easy on me…” Braeburn managed to squeak between an anxious swallow and heavy panting.
Big Mac watched him with narrowed eyes, hooves sliding down to grasp his rump, spreading him slightly for easier entrance. “Nope.”
Braeburn’s eyes widened at the answer, and he tried to stammer a protest. But then Mac spread him a little further and then ground his hips forwards, sinking past his resistance and spreading him around the thick tip of his cock.
Braeburn screamed soundlessly at the wall as he was stretched so wide around the stallion.
Big Mac gave a lustful growl, hooves shifting forwards to grasp the other stallion’s middle, even as he leaned over him further to use his power and size to his advantage, sinking further inside him, hips grinding against him to sink inch after inch of eager stiff cock deep inside him.
Braeburn bit his bottom lip, hindlegs pushing against the ground hard and back arching as he felt inch after glorious inch of Big Mac’s throbbing pride being shoved deep inside him. Inch after inch after inch, spreading him so deep inside.
Big Mac gave a soft gasp as he grasped around his cousin, holding him close and lightly rocking his hips, letting the smaller stallion get used to the sensation of such a huge length of being crammed deep inside him.
Braeburn whimpered faintly in the back of his throat, pushing his hips back towards the stallion tentatively. “F-fuck me…”
Big Mac grinned at that, eyes narrowing as he bit down on Braeburn’s neck again, holding tight around his mane with his teeth. “Eeyeup…” he growled, even as he drew back a few inches and then gave a firm, powerful shove forwards.
Braeburn almost screamed at the first thrust, melting under the larger pony as the first thrust was followed immediately by a second, and then a third, and a fourth… Thrust after eager thrust sinking deep inside him, fucking the cowpony with a rapid, eager rhythm.
A lustful growl left the big red pony as he humped into the smaller, tight pony beneath him. Thick dribbles of Mac’s copious precum helped ease the entry, and with each firm thrust the powerful farmpony sank a tiny bit deeper into the eager stallion’s clenching rump.
Braeburn gave a long cry of delight, his voice wavering at the crest of each firm thrust, as the cock sank deep inside him, spreading him right to the very depths of his body.
Grasping tighter around the smaller pony, Big Mac started to hump and thrust all the harder and more eagerly, shoving deeper and deeper inside him.
“F-f-fuck!” Braeburn gasped between tumultuous thrusts from the powerful earth pony behind him. His cock jerked with each eager hump, knocking against the crate in a way that would have been uncomfortable if he had any consciousness left to devote to that sensation any more. “F-fuck me, Mac!” he whined, pushing against the crate with his forehooves to try and give the stallion a better angle and depth of motion. “Harder!”
Big mac growled faintly, his hooves slipping down to rest on the crate as he started to pound into the tight male underneath him over and over again, hips shoving up against his rump with each urgent thrust. The thick red length of cock was starting to stiffen and throb more firmly, and Braeburn was suddenly aware that the tip of it was flaring inside him!
Braeburn whimpered helplessly, pushing back against the thrusts of the larger male urgently. “Y-yes! D-do it!”
Big Mac growled, leaning further over Braeburn as he started to rut urgently into the tight rump, fervently fucking the eager stallion. His entire body started to tense, even as he dragged a lustful lick against the side of Braeburn’s neck, tasting his sweat, before biting down hard as he gave himself over to the urgent rutting of the tight cowpony.
A helpless series of groans left Braeburn’s throat as he felt Mac humping into him almost violently, rapidly, urgently screwing him. The entire length of Mac’s cock jerked and throbbed deep inside, the stallion burying to the hilt inside him, holding there, balls churning to empty their load deep inside.
Braeburn screamed as sudden hot bursts of spunk started to pump into him., tensing and arching under the larger stallion as rapid volleys of gooey stallion jism splattered across his insides. His own cock jerked to life, flaring and throbbing urgently as he spilled himself across the floor.
Big Mac growled heatedly around his mouthful of Braeburn’s neck, hips jerking against the smaller pony firmly, pumping him full of burst after burst of his urgent spunk, coating his depths in the slick mess until he had crammed every drop he possibly could deep inside the willing stallion.
A helpless groan left Braeburn as he collapsed across the crate, panting hard, giving faint little whimpers interspersed with contented shuddered and gasps.
Big Mac gave a few more firm humps, before slowly coming to a stop, releasing Braeburn’s neck. A trickle of gooey mess started to spill from around his embedded cock, drooling slowly to the floor.
“Oh… oh sweet Celestia…” Braeburn whimpered, cheeks flushing with heat as it finally hit home exactly what had happened.
“Eeyup,” Big Mac growled heatedly, lapping at his throat again. With a grunt, the large pony drew free, tugging himself out of the abused stallion and standing on firm, but slightly-shaky legs. He turned, to make his way towards the door.
“W-wait…” Braeburn panted, lifting a hoof towards the larger pony. “Aren’t we going to… to talk about what just happened?”
“Nope,” Big Mac said, pausing and shaking his head emphatically.
Braeburn’s expression fell. “Well… will… will it happen again?”
Big Mac looked back over his shoulder, a slow, smug smirk spreading across his features as he opened the door. “Eeyup,” he said, before slipping out the door and closing it behind him.
Braeburn gave a soft groan, splaying across the crate again, a used, content pony, grinning hazily at the wall.
He was already busy mentally planning his next trip to the gloryhole.
