Chapters A Collar, a Leash, a Blindfold
Big Macintosh let a sigh escape from his throat when he pressed his hoof up against the door to the barn. On his back he pulled a large cart stocked with four barrels full of apples, his hooves as well as the wagon making the transition from grass to hay quite easily. The air around him felt empty, missing the hum of his sister Applejack as he did her daily routine and his sister Applebloom running in and out with her friends when her chores were done. Normally it would be a nice kind of quiet, something to let his mind blank when he got a day’s work done, yet today his stomach only twisted when he looked up to the sky and saw the sun indicating it was almost noon. It was amazing how fast time was managing to fly.
Big Macintosh bit into his cheek when he thought about what time it must have been and how he should have gone in much earlier to clean up a little. He tried briefly to budget time in his head over exactly how much time he had. The workhorse wondered if he could get the apples unloaded and make it inside quick enough to wash off before company arrived. He shook his head in frustration after no more than five seconds, realizing if he tried to rush and misjudged the time at all, he would only be covered in sweat and dirt when Caramel eventually did show up. The last thing he wanted was to make Caramel wait for him to wash off.
When the workhorse was releasing the cart ropes from his yoke, something in the pit of his belly began to feel tingly at the thought of his boyfriend. They had been planning to meet up for this weekend for nearly two weeks, the mares of the household out until tuesday to help out with the farm at Trottington while he looked over their own farm. The last time he saw his boyfriend was earlier that week, and even then…
Big Macintosh slapped his two front hooves on either side of his face, smacking up against his cheeks in an attempt to clear whatever thoughts were worming their way into his mind. His cheeks were warm. He kept his eyes shut like that for just a few moments until he felt the pounding of his heart begin to die down.
It was easier to focus his attention on the work at hoof than sit there in silence, so he quickly took off his yoke and moved to the back of the cart. He began to untie the ropes binding the barrels together so he could freely pick up the closest barrel. He placed it onto his back and began to trot to the corner of the barn, stopping briefly when he began to trot up and past one of the small swinging doors. On top of it was a worn-looking brown dog collar.
Big Macintosh snatched it up with his hoof, deciding it must be one of Winona's. One of his sisters must have just tossed it aside without thinking. The leash was attached as well, running down with a good foot left on the floor when he held it up to his eyes. He could vaguely remember Applebloom excited about the shiny new red collar that they bought for their pet.
“Gah.” Mac shook his head as he tossed the collar back, more of the thoughts from before putting themselves into his head. He straightened out his back and moved quickly to the edge of the barn, setting down the barrel next to the dozen others he collected that morning.
“Big Mac?”
Big Macintosh groaned in response, closing his eyes as the voice began to speak. He wished his stomach would stop tingling so much.
“Mac?”
The workhorse snapped his eyes open. He turned around quickly to spot the rays of sunshine falling into the barn and onto a small tan stallion looking around. He had taken a hesitant step into the barn when his eyes finally fell upon Big Macintosh, a smile hitting his face.
“Sugarcube?” Big Macintosh asked aloud.
“Oh, there you are!” Caramel’s eyes brightened up as he bounced into the room. He dropped his two stuffed saddlebags near the door of the barn. Perhaps they were filled with things he needed for the weekend. When he got himself in front of Big Macintosh, he stretched out his neck and pressed his lips up against Big Mac’s own, letting Mac lean his head down several inches so he needn't stand on his hind legs.
“I’m really glad you’re in here,” Caramel laughed when he pulled away, his own hooves falling on top of Mac’s in a hug. “You weren’t in the house, and I didn’t want to look all around the field wondering where you were… S-Sorry, I got really excited to see you… Are you still working?”
“Eeyup.” Big Macintosh replied. He still reached down his neck to kiss Caramel once more. The smaller stallion giggled through the kiss, which brought a smile to the red workhorse’s lips. “Ah got a few more barrels left.” Big Macintosh set Caramel’s forelegs down gently before putting his hoof on top of Caramel’s mane. He ruffled his brown hair until it looked messy. “Did ya comb?”
“I uh… yeah…” Caramel chuckled. His cheeks were already pink.
Big Macintosh did little more than give a faint smile before he trotted slowly towards the cart. Caramel was close by his side, happy to bump up against him and giggle some more.
“Let me help!” The smaller stallion spoke with a skip in his step. "The sooner we get done the sooner we can... uh... y-y'know."
“It’s heavy,” Big Macintosh stated. He did however let a smile come to his face at Caramel's words. He watched Caramel roll his eyes, reach forward, and do nothing more than struggle to get the barrel more than four inches off the cart before he set it back down.
“It’s heavy,” Caramel agreed. “I always forget you can fill them up more than I can and still lift them.”
“Here, Sugarcube.” Big Macintosh tipped the barrel, pouring some of the apples into the one behind it. He lifted the barrel and set it on Caramel’s back before he grabbed the last two barrels. They carried them over to the corner and set them down gently, Mac doing no more than taking in a deep breath when he let the two off his back.
“I get that you're strong, stop showing off so much,” Caramel smiled up at the other. “You usually shower when I come over. Did you get lost working so much again?”
“Eeyup.” Big Macintosh replied with a hoof scratching behind his ear. He couldn’t help but smile when Caramel wrapped his forelegs around his neck, dragging him back until he was pulled onto a pile of hay.
Caramel’s hooves moved up Big Macintosh’s body when they crashed onto the pile. Big Mac was careful not to crush Caramel under his own weight, making sure to press their chests and bellies together without too much opposition when Caramel kissed him. He let his hooves fall over Caramel’s round belly, grabbing the sides of his boyfriend and pulling him close.
Caramel’s cock was already pressing up against him, the smaller’s hooves grabbing at Mac’s sides to pull him closer, rolling over until Caramel was on top of him. He shoved Mac under him, running his hooves through Mac’s furry chest and pulled on his fur. His hooves quickly moved to the workhorse’s backside and grabbed at the cheeks.
When Caramel pushed him like that, Big Macintosh felt the tingling return to his belly. He pulled his head away from Caramel’s lips, the big blue eyes of the other staring back at him. His mouth opened, and it took a while for words to come out. His face felt warm when he looked away from his boyfriend.
“Mac?”
“Ah… Ah uh…” Big Macintosh tried to speak despite the fact that his mouth felt dry. Caramel sat up, sitting in Mac’s lap. His brows raised and his eyes darted away before they looked down at Mac’s chest. “I don’t think Ah can…”
“Did I do something wrong?” Caramel’s voice held panic that made Mac’s heart sink. “I-I didn’t… Did I come on too strong? Are you too tired? I… I gained a few pounds, but I didn’t think you would mind…”
“Wha… no.” Big Macintosh shook his head, quickly pulling Caramel against him. “Ah like ya makin’ moves like that, and Ah like ya bein’ big. Ya know that." He tried putting his hooves on Caramel's belly when he smiled to cheer him up. Caramel's eyes looked as though they were struggling not to dampen.
“Okay,” Caramel took in a deep breath. He pressed the palm of his hoof down to Mac’s chest. Mac gave him a kiss, and that seemed to help just a bit. “What is it, then?”
“Ah…” Big Macintosh bit into his cheek when he ran his hoof through his mane. “Last time Ah saw ya we went on a date. We went back ta yer place ya… ya were the one on top.”
“Do you want to be on bottom again?” Caramel questioned.
“No… Ah mean yes… Wait, Ah mean,” Big Macintosh groaned, knowing full well his white freckles were blending into his red fur. “Ya ordered me ‘round. Ah… Ah liked it. Ah keep thinkin’ bout it, and my chest feels all funny.”
“How do you think about it?” Caramel asked, the muscles in his forelegs tightening.
“Ya order me ‘round a bit… Ah don’t have much control.” Mac tried to chuckle, but it came out forced. “There’s a… well…”
Big Macintosh pointed his hoof to the collar he had picked up earlier. Caramel glanced to it, his cheeks filling with color.
“Mac,” Caramel frowned, a hint of nerves seeping into his boyfriend’s gaze. “I don’t know if I can, well… I want to make you happy, but I don’t think that I’d be good for that stuff.”
“Ya don’t gotta,” Mac insisted. The workhorse pressed his hooves to either of Caramel’s sides and shook his head. “It was just a thought.”
“No, no… we can try. Hang on.” Caramel shut his eyes, absorbed in his thoughts for the time being. When he opened them up again he pushed himself off of Mac and got to his legs. Mac sat there briefly, watching Caramel turn and wander around the barn. The tan stallion wandered around and snatched up three items. When he returned, Mac could feel something between his legs stirr.
Mac quickly covered what was between his legs with his hoof, glad Caramel’s eyes were focused on the objects he carried. One was the leash that Mac had found earlier, another a small scarf that he snatched up, and lastly a bit of rope that Mac had used to tie the barrels together.
“C-Can we have a safe word?” Caramel stuttered, sitting down in front of Big Macintosh with shaking hooves. “I’ve never done something like this before."
“Sure, Sugarcube.” Mac tried to keep his voice even. He failed. “What ‘bout stop?”
“What if you say ‘Don’t stop’?” Caramel’s cheeks were red. The tan stallion moved forward and lifted the red scarf to tie around Big Macintosh’s eyes and behind his head. Mac didn’t fight it. He felt his body tense when Caramel’s breath hit him. “How about purple? I don't think you're likely to shout that when I..."
“Eeyup.” Mac respond, his mind swimming. He could feel something small and rubber begin to wrap around his neck and latch shut. He felt a tug that made it difficult for the cock he was still hiding under his hooves to stay hidden.
“What’s the safe word again?” Caramel asked, grabbing Mac’s forelegs and forcing his large, grey cock to expose itself half-hard. Caramel chuckled with a sense of nerves behind it, Mac unable to do much but blush. The rope began to tie itself around Mac’s front forelegs at Caramel’s will, his lower body free to be exposed and touched. "C-C'mon, I won't know if you want me to stop unless you remember it."
“Purple.” Big Mac nodded his head. The collar around his neck was already driving him mad, and the only sense of direction he felt was the sound of Caramel’s voice. “Are ya okay with this, Sugar?”
“Yeah… Yeah, I can do this.” Caramel gave himself a minor pep talk, taking in a few deep breaths. Every tiny tug on the leash made Big Macintosh’s heart jump with excitement that he hadn’t felt before. He began to squirm, feeling a bead of sweat dribble down his spine as he wondered if Caramel was staring at him or looking away, the silence lasting an awfully long time.
“G-Get on the ground.” Caramel stated, his words quick but commanding. Big Mac’s cock stiffened as he nodded his head. Big Macintosh writhed the best he could with only two hind legs usable. He thought he must have looked silly as he writhed, falling to his side on the hay-covered floor.
Caramel moved around some, the leash tugging just a big as Caramel lay behind him. The smaller stallion pressed his belly up against Big Macintosh’s back, his hind legs sliding themselves between Mac’s own. A hind leg brushed up against his balls, a brief gasp of surprise escaping Mac’s mouth.
“Y-You okay?” Caramel asked, pressing a hoof on Mac’s side. His touch was so tender, yet being unable to see any of it made Big Macintosh's heart pound like a drum.
“Eeyup!” Mac said loudly, not meaning for it to come out so forcefully. Only now it occurred to him that this was perhaps the first time in the relationship that he had been the little spoon. He felt like he was much smaller than he physically was all of a sudden.
It wasn’t long before a pair of soft lips pressed themselves up against his neck, a shiver sending itself down his spine as he clamped down on his tongue. Caramel’s teeth has sunken gently into his neck, a hoof wrapped around him and running down his chest. He felt his lips tighten, teasing him. A tongue freed itself from Caramel’s lips when the tan stallion sat up, leaning over to get a better angle on Mac. Caramel ran his tongue just above the collar and right below his chin. The workhorse giggled at the sensation, but Caramel grasped a hoof over his chin to hold it in place.
Big Macintosh’s heart was pounding, his forelegs twitched The more Caramel moved and licked at his neck, the more he squirmed. He began to whine when lips pressed down against his freckles. He could tell Caramel’s hoof was shaking as it traveled along his body. Every touch only made his cock grow harder. He could never tell where he was about to be touched or licked or even kissed.
Caramel ran a tongue along the base of Mac’s neck and a hoof up and down his chest. He was fine staying calm until the hoof lifted, falling down much lower as it touched the base of his cock. Mac wanted to cover his mouth with his hooves and cover up the noise that came out of his mouth when Caramel squeezed, but he couldn’t. Caramel’s hooves gave little warning if they would stroke or squeeze, a tickle or a tap was all the difference between Mac biting his lip and pulling on his restraints.
“Can you stand up?” Caramel’s voice sounded a touch more forceful than before. He pulled at the leash, ordering Mac to get to his hooves. The steed couldn’t exactly comply, his legs bound together.
“Ah… Ah can’t get up.” Big Macintosh didn’t mean for his voice to sound so pitiful. Caramel didn’t give a response and simply pulled at the leash again. Mac wondered if Caramel was getting in character or simply was too embarrassed to say anything. He wanted to assume the former even though it was more than likely the latter.
Somehow Mac had managed to balance the front half of his body just enough to lift it a few inches. Big Macintosh lifted his back side, his cock exposed when Caramel moved to the opposite of the steed. Caramel touched his lover’s ass. It was only a brief stroke with the tip of his hoof. He tried not to whine, for his boyfriend was soon pushing his small orange tail aside to get a better look at his butt.
Mac felt a pinch on the right side of his ass, one that managed to get an audible reaction from him. His heart was pounding so hard he was convinced Caramel would hear it. He could feel the leash tug just a bit. It was only because Caramel was circling a hoof around in over his big red butt, squeezing at random.
“You have a nice big freckle butt back here, Freckle-Butt.” Caramel teased, pressing his lips down against the edge of Big Macintosh’s cutie mark. Once more he bit down on his cheek, that tongue sliding over until it ran to the center of his ass.
“Mmmph...” Mac bit down hard on his lower lip. His hind legs trembled, and he suddenly felt like all that was keeping him from falling was Caramel’s hooves grabbing and groping his butt. When he realized he wasn’t breathing and tried to take in a breath, all that came out was ragged panting. His cock was burning, his forelegs struggling in their restraints. Caramel’s hooves pulled back on either cheek, a tongue beginning to run itself in Mac hole, circling around slowly to wetten the area. He pulled at the ropes, wanting to grab at the floor for something to hold onto. Teeth grazed his hole, and Mac moaned.
Caramel was slow, almost painfully so. Mac’s forelegs moved in the bindings, unable to fight against any of the sensations Caramel was giving him. Lightening and fire were running over every inch of his body, his legs shifting every few seconds.
“Quit squirming,” Caramel said, his voice demanding and stiff.
“O-Okay,” Mac responded, never in his life hearing his voice sound so soft.
“Uh… sorry, was that too rough?” Caramel’s voice softened near instantly. “Y-You didn’t say purple did you? I got… distracted.”
“No, Ah… Can ya order me ‘round some more?” Big Macintosh shut his eyes despite being in pitch black. “Ah like it.”
“Good, A-Alright,” Caramel didn’t do much for a few moments. When he eventually did it was nothing more than a gentle kiss up against Mac’s side. “Roll over.”
“What?” Big Macintosh could feel his cock stiffen at that tone.
“Get on your back, I mean.” Caramel tugged at the leash until Mac complied. Mac rolled onto his back, all four hooves in the air. Caramel’s hooves pressed down to the soles of his hind legs. Mac could feel his lips begin to wiggle. His body writhed at Caramel’s touch.
“You’re ticklish. I didn’t know that,” Caramel chuckled. Mac opened his mouth to argue, though Caramel’s hooves stroking in circles up and down made giggles pour out of his mouth like honey. It was hard, but he somehow resisted the urge to kick his boyfriend square in the jaw. “You’re cute when you try not to laugh, hehe. I know how to make you listen to me at least. It’s better than spanking, I guess.”
“C-Caramel… hehehe…”
There was a pause, and even the tickling of his hooves stopped. He could feel Caramel's forelegs wrap around his hind legs, a warm cheek pressing up to the underside of his hoof.
“You… you don’t like spanking, do you?” Caramel was nearly mumbling when he asked that. "I don't know if I can hit you..."
“Ah… Ah don’t know…” Mac’s mind went blank, his mind still filthy with thoughts of Caramel having plans if he didn’t listen. “Maybe…”
“We’ll try that another day… I think I might panic if we do too much,” Caramel hugged Mac’s hind legs briefly, a fiercely beating heart pressing up to Mac. “Now, I want you to spread your legs for me.”
Mac complied when Caramel released him, his own heart beating rapidly when he exposed his hardened cock. Caramel grabbed his balls in one hoof and began to put his other hoof under that. He was still playing with Mac’s butt, one hoof massaging his balls while the other squirmed its way down and up against his hole.
“Squirm for me.” Caramel demanded. Mac could feel his face light up, and his head began to swim.
“Ya… ya said ta not…” Mac’s voice was quiet once more.
“And now I’m telling you to do it.” Caramel sounded nearly nothing like before. His voice was calm and collected, his orders clear. In that moment, Mac wanted nothing more than to listen to what he was told to do.
Big Macintosh squirmed. He could feel his cock sway in the air, occasionally bumping up against Caramel’s face. The hoof playing with his hole seemed to make it even harder than before, leaking pre and dribbling down to his balls which were still being groped. He began to moan, unable to hold it back any longer. Caramel must have enjoyed it, for he stuck out his tongue and licked it every few seconds.
Caramel eventually pulled himself away. Mac felt a tug on his leash that ordered him to sit up. It took him several moments, but he eventually did force himself up until he was seated before Caramel. A hoof was put on the back of his head, and it and the rest of him was pulled down until he landed right between his boyfriend’s legs.
Caramel was hard. Mac’s nose pressed up against the base of his stiffened cock, the scent of sweat in his nose and he felt a tug on the leash. Caramel’s hind legs brought themselves to either side of Mac’s sides. He couldn’t pull away, the leash tugging so hard that he was forced to bury his face in Caramel’s cock and balls.
“Lick.”
“E-Eeyup.” Big Macintosh’s reply was barely above a whisper. He wanted to obey… he needed to obey. He opened his mouth, the leash tugging even harder as his tongue ran itself over Caramel’s cock. He brought it up in one slow stroke until a hoof was pressed down on his head, forcing him to take Caramel’s cock in his mouth. He could taste pre-cum leaking out of Caramel’s cock, his tongue running over the base when he pulled his head away with the few inches of room he had to work with. The cock pushed against his face once more before he gave it another lick and suckled on the head. The muscles in Caramel’s legs tightened, but he didn’t make noise.
“Y-You’re moaning a lot, Mac.” Caramel seemed to struggle to keep his voice calm. Mac moved his muzzle to under Caramel’s balls, licking around that area until Caramel began to let out the faintest hints of a moan. Mac’s mouth was salivating when he ran his tongue up Caramel’s cock.
“T-That’s enough!” Caramel quickly pulled on the leash until Mac’s face was forced up and buried into his lover’s round belly. Caramel held stiff for a good ten seconds, panting as he struggled not to release.
Mac nuzzled his face into the other’s body, unable to do much but kiss it gently. Caramel let him do that for a bit, giggling when he let his tongue run up against the soft belly.
“Hehe, yer still ticklish.” Mac spoke. He gave Caramel’s body a kiss once more, feeling him breathe in and out heavily. He couldn’t see anything, but the feeling of Caramel’s hooves rubbing his ears was still there. “Ya tease me, but yer ticklish all over.”
“Shut up.” Caramel pulled at Mac from either side of his collar. Mac was forced to lean up against Caramel’s body for support, suddenly finding a pair of lips being pressed up against his own. Caramel opened his mouth, and Mac did the same. They parted only briefly a few times during their kiss, Mac moaning and Caramel gasping for air until he pushed Mac down onto the ground. He was on top of the workhorse now, still locked in the kiss and pulling at the bindings. Caramel began to nibble at Mac’s lower lip, pulling for a few moments before they parted. “You look like you don’t have freckles when you blush, you know. Are you okay? Was I too rough back then? I mean you asked me to order you around more so I di-”
“Eeyup, Ah’m good,” Mac nodded his head, cutting of Caramel. It took Caramel a moment, but he eventually giggled. He held Mac’s upper half against him in a hug for just a moment. “Yer doin’ good, Sugar.”
“Good,” Mac could tell he was smiling by the way his lips felt when they pressed against his neck. “Now, spread your legs again, okay?”
Mac nodded his head too quickly, and Caramel laughed at him. The tan stallion slid off of his body when Mac began to spread his hind legs apart, his cock feeling a light breeze from the barn door. Caramel’s hoof grabbing it caused a tiny moan to come out. Caramel had never been so forceful about touching him there.
“Now,” Caramel said, his voice steady and calm. He grabbed the back of Mac’s cock, using the tip of his free hoof to slide up and down the shaft. Caramel pulled the leash, and Mac was forced to lift his head up. “I’m going to make you turn over. I want to see your butt again.”
Big Macintosh nodded, reluctant to leave the hooves that were touching and teasing his private parts. Mac complied anyway, turning over until his hind was exposed. Caramel grabbed at it, a squeak escaping his throat. Mac wished he could see just where Caramel was going to grab at him, if only to stop making those noises Caramel kept giggling at.
“Now, Stay.” Caramel’s commanding voice was back in full force. He pressed his hoof on Mac’s back to hold him in place before Mac heard him stand up and walk over to the door. There was a rummaging sound of what Mac could only assume was his saddlebags, and he soon came back with a plastic bottle that he tapped to Mac’s face.
“Ya brought lube?” Mac questioned.
“Oddly enough, I thought we’d do more than just cuddle this weekend. Now sit still,” Caramel said when he opened the bottle. Mac made sure to remain still while Caramel’s hooves ran over his butt with the lube and into his hole. He used one hoof to grab his tail and hold it back, the other applying the substance. It took a few minutes, but Caramel eventually got the two of them covered in the stuff.
Caramel didn’t give much warning before he pressed his cock up against Big Macintosh’s backside. He grabbed onto either side of Mac’s hips and squeezed.
“Are you ready, Freckle-Butt?” Caramel seemed to be more in character now than he had ever been, his right hoof grasping at the steed’s cheeks and cutie mark, his left hoof tugging on the leash.
“Eeyup.” Mac answered with a nod.
Caramel pressed the head of his cock up against Mac’s hole. Mac’s mind raced with how to relax himself, but before the thought could even finish, the head popped in. Mac could feel fire mixed with pleasure hit him, his hooves burning as they rubbed against the ropes. Caramel pushed himself in slowly, taking deep breaths as he continued to pull on the leash.
“You okay, Mac?” Caramel asked, his voice less demanding than before.
“Y-Yeah.” Mac tried to nod his head, but the leash made it difficult. “Keep goin’.”
Caramel pushed in again, harder than before. Caramel began to pant as his speed increased, Mac feeling every thrust send electric sensations throughout his entire body. He let out a moan between his heavy breaths. Caramel leaned over, wrapping his forelegs around Mac as he continued to thrust. Mac could feel his lover’s damp forehead press up against his back. He stopped pulling on the leash by now, holding Mac close. He reached down his hoof under Mac’s body and began to stroke up the steed’s cock, each thrush and stroke making Mac moan louder.
“M-Mac…” Caramel’s voice was shaking. His muscles tensed as they grabbed at Mac’s sides. “Buck you’re tight.” He pushed himself in as far as he could go and held it there. Mac whimpered, struggling to grab onto the ground as best he could in his bindings.
Caramel pulled out for just a moment, his hoof tugging at the leash. He could hear Caramel lick his lips. “Turn over.”
Mac did as he was told. He turned over just so Caramel could grind his cock up against the hole once more. He laid on Mac’s chest as he pushed himself back in, pulling on the leash to force Mac to arch his back forward. Their lips met when he thrusted again, Mac pulling back for half a second to moan only to be pulled back into the kiss. Mac opened his mouth and let Caramel’s tongue do the work, the cock in him making his hind legs tremble. Mac felt every thrust hit him like a truck.
“Caramel… Ah’m close.” Mac tried his best not to sound desperate, but it still came out as such. His cock was leaking pre all over himself, leaving him dirty. .
“Hehe, we’re not done yet, big boy.” Caramel’s words made it sound like he was grinning. That made Mac whimper, the cock leaving him desperate and squirming when Caramel pulled out.
“P-Please, Sugarcube…” Mac closed his eyes, knowing just how red his face must look. “F-Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
“Shh…” Caramel giggled, almost as if he were teasing Mac. He pulled on the leash until Mac sat up, forcing the workhorse up into a sitting position. He was pulled yet again, struggling to move forward until his body ran up against Caramel’s. Caramel was on his back, and his belly ran up against Mac’s dribbling cock. Caramel pushed him up a few inches until he managed to put his own cock against Mac’s hole once more. The head popped in, and Mac realized what Caramel wanted.
“Show me what you got, cowboy.” Caramel grinned and kissed Mac’s chest. Mac swallowed hard, sitting down as he felt Caramel’s cock run into him. He opened his mouth, a moan escaping. He put his tied up forelegs around Caramel’s neck, holding his lover close. He rose again, the cock sliding up against his insides. Caramel simply grabbed him by either side and held him close, his cock still sliding against Caramel’s soft belly.
Mac rode Caramel voraciously. He moved his body up and down, Caramel beginning to kiss and lick his neck and chest. A few times he slipped out, Caramel having to put his cock back in. He would whisper how eager he must have been to let it happen, but each time it only made his cock burn and beg for relief. Caramel’s belly didn’t make it any easier, the fur stroking his cock with each pound. A gasp of pleasure and a moan of desire was forced from him at every bounce. Caramel began to move his hips along with Mac, his own breath a pant. He was relieved Caramel didn’t seem so intent to tease him any longer. A hoof wrapped firmly around the cock and he bit down hard onto his lip as his balls began to tighten.
“Cum for me.” Caramel ordered.
A thick stream shot out of Big Macintosh’s cock, dirtying himself and Caramel in the process. His body was covered in sweat and seed, Caramel pulling out of him to let what little was left of his lover’s cum dribble out. Mac’s hind legs were trembling, his eyes watering as he gasped for air. He felt exhausted.
Caramel only seemed hungrier than before, his demanding demeanor faltering for just a second.
“Mac… C-Can I keep going?”
“Eeyup.”
Caramel moved his hips against Mac, it was in a different way from before. Mac hadn’t noticed it before, being so caught up, but Caramel was grabbing at him when he thrusted. There was nothing short of animalistic desire in Caramel’s actions, still kissing Mac’s chest as he went. Mac began to move his body as well, Caramel biting down gently on Mac’s chest.
The smaller seed filled Mac, dribbling out of him in no time before it gave three more blows. Caramel’s cock twitched inside of him, his forelegs quickly wrapping themselves around Mac’s body until his body began to shiver. Caramel let out what sounded like a whimper, but Mac realized it was a moan. His lips pressed softly to Mac’s chest. It must have been intense, for the second Caramel pulled out he drug Mac down to the side with him and held him close. Their cocks pressed up together, both sticky along with their bodies.
Caramel used his hooves to remove Mac’s blindfold and stare into his eyes, a tired smile on his face. He began to untie the rope from his lover’s forelegs when Mac kissed his forehead.
“Did you like that, Mac?” Caramel asked, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.
“Eeyup,” Mac nodded his head, wrapping his newly freed forelegs around Caramel as they lay on the floor. “Ah think we both need a shower.”
Caramel laughed, nuzzling his muzzle into Mac’s chest. He nodded his head and kissed the area, forcing himself to sit up and stretch out his spine.
“Ah promise we can do what ya want fer the rest of the weekend.” Mac assured, hooves still on Caramel’s sides. "Ah know this wore ya out a mighty bit. Ah can be yer big strong steed 'gain if ya want."
“Oh, I don’t know,” Caramel said, his voice sounding like it had before. He lifted the leash with his hoof, giving it a minor tug to get Mac to sit up as well. His smile was absolutely devious when he used his hoof to hold Mac’s chin in place. He grabbed at the collar with his other hoof, making sure to look Mac in the eye. “It is a long weekend… I think we can have a bit of fun, can’t we, Freckle Butt?”
Mac’s eyes widened, his exhaustion leaving him as that tingling entered his body, that knotting feeling he’d felt before Caramel had arrived. It wasn’t the same. This time, it brought a smile to his face.
“Sounds good, Sugarcube. Ah’m sure ready for another ride.”
Author's Note
Art by HooDoonsfw
“D-Do you have to be so social?” Caramel asked.
It was the third time Caramel had bumped up against him and held himself there. It was also the third pony who passed them and made eye contact with him. The daylight above their heads was growing dimmer, twilight on the horizon. Ponyville was finally becoming quiet, most children already inside and adults either at home or out at the local taverns. When Big Macintosh looked down at the stallion by his side he saw that his face was a light shade of pink.
“Ah ain’t doin’ nothin different, Sugarcube.” Big Macintosh frowned at him. “Are ya feelin’ alright? Ya want me ta carry ya?”
“N-No,” Caramel shook his head. “A-And you are acting different. You don’t smile this much when we’re out. I still think we should have waited longer. You only smile when you're happy."
“The place closes in an hour, Sugar,” Mac said. They walked by a large group of ponies and Caramel tried to bury his face in Mac’s side. “Besides, it’s hard not ta smile after today. Well ‘sides the fact that it hurts ta walk a bit.”
Caramel didn’t answer to that, but he did let out a strange noise that was somewhere between a whimper and a groan. He took a step away from Big Mac and let his eyes stare down at his hooves along the path.
“Ya never been in this place?” Mac questioned his boyfriend. “Ya pass it all the time when ya come ta the farm.”
“Why would I want to go in… in that place.” Caramel nearly hissed the words he was whispering so quietly. Mac chuckled, but that only seemed to make Caramel blush harder.
The two walked down the little plaza full of little shops that Big Macintosh never bothered to visit, strolling all the way down to the end where Mac’s eyes spotted a sign that read “The Black Saddle”.
“Maybe we should just go home,” Caramel kept staring down at his hooves. Big Macintosh glanced at his lover to watch him put a hoof over his chest and pull at his fur. “W-We don’t need… another of those…”
“But yer the one who got upset when ya saw the collar left…” Big Macintosh was just about to point to the bruises at his neck when Caramel lifted his hoof and put it over Mac’s mouth.
“Shhhhh!” His shushing noise might have attracted more attention that Mac’s own voice. “Please shut up! Okay, I know we need a better one but I… I should have brought a hat or something. Everypony knows what you look like.”
“Let’s just go in.” Big Macintosh stepped forward with a roll of his eyes. He could hear Caramel make another half whimper half groan, but still the workhorse trotted through the door into the shop. Caramel accidently hit his face up against Mac’s cutie mark he scurried to get close to Mac again so quickly.
“Store’s pretty empty.” Mac told his boyfriend.
“Oh thank Celestia.”
The shop itself certainly fit up to the name. The walls and the carpet were both black, the only bits of color being the shelves and merchandise which came in nearly every size and color. There was a bright pink sign above the counter with a saddle stamped on top of it.
“They’re big,” Caramel mumbled. His eyes were locked onto a table filled with dildos that even Mac had a hard time believing could fit into ponies. “Do you… think one would really fit in you?”
“Yer the one who usually bottoms.” Mac blinked at Caramel.
“Why hey there, cuties!” A feminine voice called out. Big Macintosh turned and looked at a doorway that led out to the back and watched a pink unicorn mare who looked a bit older than him walk out from the back. She was carrying a box in her magical blue grasp that she soon set on the glass counter, which itself was filled with several dildos of shapes and sizes that Mac couldn’t help but see Caramel stare at. “Sorry, we don’t normally get customers this late to closing. Just restocking what was bought out for today. Anything I can get for you two today? Name’s Dazzle.”
“N-Nothing!” Caramel suddenly snapped, his eyes wide. “W-Wrong shop!”
“Oh?” The mare pushed back her cyan blue mane with her hoof.
“Calm down, Sugarcube,” Big Macintosh put his hoof on Caramel’s head. Caramel couldn’t even look at him without his cheeks showing just how embarrassed he was. He didn’t let his eyes leave Caramel’s until the tan stallion’s breathing had calmed down. He put his hoof over Caramel’s own and smiled before he turned back to the mare. “We need a collar. One that ain’t gonna bite when we pull at it too much.”
“Mac…” Caramel’s voice was nearing a whine. He squeezed Mac’s hoof and began to hide behind his lover.
“Oh don’t you worry there, cutie,” Dazzle was now talking to Caramel with a laugh in her words. “We get shy ones like you every day. Looking for your boyfriend here to strap you up?”
“I… no…” Caramel shook his head. He looked like he wanted to say more, though he couldn’t force the words out of his mouth.
“It’s fer me.” Mac stated. Caramel squeezed his hoof yet again, giving it a minor tug this time. “One we used t’day bruised me up.” The workhorse pointed to his neck, the dark spots where Caramel had tugged at during their little session looking more and more noticeable.
“Aw, shy guy here’s got a bit of a rough side!” The mare laughed. She picked up the box again with her magic and began to pull out several pairs of brightly colored socks. Caramel stared at them for a moment before looking away. “I’m just teasing, the collars are in the back right. Hollar if you need anything.”
Mac pulled Caramel along to the back of the store. He was surprised his lover was managing to keep his breath under an over dramatic pant the way he kept fidgeting. He nearly squeaked when he accidently bumped up against a shelf filled with nothing but boxed up ball gags.
“How are you so calm?” Caramel hissed, stamping his hoof down as lightly as he possibly could. “H-How is she so calm? I… I don’t have a rough side, do I?”
“Coulda fooled me when ya told me ta cum fer ya.” Mac chuckled when Caramel’s hoof smacked up against his cutie mark. “Ow! Gonna try that spankin’ thing out right here?”
“You didn’t say ow earlier, I know it doesn’t really hurt. I can’t believe you’re so happy...” Caramel shook his head. Mac’s eyes were browsing the collars in all sizes and colors when Caramel gripped at his foreleg. “Can we hurry up?”
Big Macintosh took a bright green rubber collar and began to move it up to his neck. He placed it up against his neck and only lowered it when Caramel’s hoof grabbed at his own and yanked it down.
“M-Mac!” Caramel whimpered.
“Ah gotta make sure it fits.” Mac stared at Caramel.
“Yeah, but…” Caramel dug his hoof into the black carpet. “W-What if somepony walks in and sees?”
“They’ll think Ah have a boyfriend and we’re havin’ some fun?” Big Macintosh continued to stare blankly at Caramel.
“Y-Yeah I mean… but I…”
Big Macintosh turned to the smaller stallion. Caramel quieted down rather quickly after that. He placed his hoof on Caramel’s chin and brought their lips together. Caramel was tense at first, but Mac found it was easy to soften him up if he stroked his hoof under Caramel’s chin to force a giggle through the kiss. He held Caramel’s head with tender hooves and found himself smiling as well.
“ Ah don’t wanna make ya nervous, Sugarcube,” Big Macintosh smiled at Caramel as he pulled away. “Ah know yer all tuckered out. Ya been shakin’ since we left. Ya ain’t gettin’ scared of all this, are ya?”
“No… I had fun…” Caramel bit into his cheek. “I like making you happy. I liked… watching you squirm for me. This is all just different for me, I guess. I don’t know how you’re so calm about all of this… I wish I could be like that...”
Caramel’s face was warm in Mac’s hooves. The workhorse gave him another kiss.
“Ah’m proud of ya fer comin’ in at all.” Mac stroked his hoof down Caramel's cheek. That managed to get a smile out of Caramel. “Why don’t ya look ‘round a bit?”
“By myself?” Caramel looked like he was in disbelief when Mac released his face.
“Eeyup,” Mac nodded his head. “Ah can afford it if ya find somethin’ ya like.”
“O-Okay.” Caramel clutched at his chest again, but his breathing was indeed under control.
Mac turned back to the collars when Caramel was looking around. He could see the stallion out of the corner of his eye. Caramel’s hoof stroked across something in a box that Mac assumed was a butt-plug. His face was still pink, and he kept looking over his shoulder, but he at least wasn’t hiding behind his lover anymore.
It took Mac three collars before he found one that felt comfortable. The first one itched far too much, the second was bright yellow and eye-catching yet it scratched when he moved it around. He eventually found a dark blue one that was smooth and didn’t scratch like Winona’s old collar had.
The work horse's ears perked up when he heard a squeak. He looked behind his shoulder to see Caramel had indeed vanished. When he trotted down the way he came he eventually spotted his lover kneeling down with fumbling hooves to pick up a small metal stick with a strip of hard looking fabric at the end. Dazzle was standing next to him and giggling. She must have startled him.
“You boys looking for more than just a collar?” She questioned him. Caramel sat on the floor and held the stick tightly in his hooves. “That’s a riding crop right there. Smack that big cutie around a bit if he “misbehaves”.” She used her hooves to put quotation marks around that last word. Caramel was shifting nervously, looking down at his hooves.
“W-Would that hurt him?” Caramel’s voice was so quiet that it strained Mac to hear. “I don’t want to hurt him… That collar was bad enough…”
“Well that’s what happens if you like this sort of thing,” Dazzle smiled at Caramel and pushed her bangs aside once more. “Just gotta figure out a good excuse for all the little bumps and bruises without getting into trouble with the law.”
Caramel looked like he at least smiled at that one. Dazzle looked up to see Mac and her face split into a smile.
“Well now it’s a little easier to see you two liking power play with that collar on,” She stepped forward to the workhorse. Mac saw Caramel’s eyes shoot to him, his eyes wide with nerves at the sight of Mac wearing the collar. The workhorse quickly took it off, if only to make Caramel stop being as red as he was. “Your boyfriend here seems to like the riding crop. Hope you’re good at listening to directions.”
“Y-Yes… ma’am…” It was Mac’s turn to blush. He looked over to Caramel again, the stallion now running his hooves over garments of clothing such as socks and panties on the shelf. Dazzle walked past him, and Mac trotted over to his boyfriend.
“D-Dazzle doesn’t blush at all when talking about sex,” Caramel whispered to Mac. He picked up bright green and white socks that seemed far too large for him. Mac’s blush deepened when he realized who they were for.
“It’s her job. She ain’t gonna beat ‘round the bush.” Mac was staring at the riding crop. “Are ya… ya gonna use that thing on me?”
“W-Why?” Caramel asked. He looked down at the crop. “I’ll put it back if you don’t like it.”
“N-No… Ah’m askin’ if yer gonna… y’know…” Mac opened his mouth, though the words wouldn’t come out without effort. “O-Order me ‘round with it?”
“Oh!” Caramel’s ears flattened when he realized he spoke loudly. “I mean, y-yeah, I planned on it. Why are you blushing so much? I thought you were okay with this stuff.”
“Ah am,” Mac tried to be defensive, though the sight of the socks Caramel was holding did indeed make his heart beat. “Ah just… Ah didn’t think ‘bout all this stuff… W-Would ya like me in those?”
“I was thinking about it,” Caramel giggled at Mac’s stuttering. “I think you’d look adorable, freckle-butt .”
Mac chuckled and began to scratch behind his ear. He watched Caramel’s hooves touch one of the pairs of panties and he held up his hooves.
“W-Wait, Sugar! W-What if Aj or Granny finds those?” The workhorse asked. “A-Are these even meant for stallions?”
“They’ll show off all those cute freckles on your butt when I pull them down a bit though,” Caramel’s words were quiet, but at least he wasn’t panicking over every little thing in sight. Though Mac was indeed beginning to understand how Caramel felt just a few minutes earlier.
“Shop’s closing up soon, cuties!” Dazzle called. “I’ll give ya’ll a few extra minutes to grab anything you want.”
“Do you want… any of this?” Mac asked Caramel. The tan stallion giggled quietly, grabbing onto Mac’s hoof and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Will you carry the bag home if it gets too embarrassing?” Caramel eyed Big Macintosh before the workhorse nodded. He leaned over to Mac and kissed his cheek. He soon buried his face in Mac’s chest and nuzzled gently. He handed Mac the socks. “You carry it now too… ponies can see us through the window.”
“Will ya at least put em on me when ya order me ‘round?” Mac smirked at his boyfriend. He felt a hoof pinch his side, though he did nothing more than jump. Mac grabbed Caramel by the sides and felt him squirm, their lips meeting once more for a brief moment.
“Let’s just look around, Freckle-Butt.”
Author's Note
I intended this to be like... way longer. But then I realized it would be like 20,000 words at this god damn pace so this is,.. part 1? I dunno. It's not edited and I wrote it mostly as stress relief. Who knew I'd continue this? Sure as hell not me. This is slowly becoming my post every fetish including chub's. Whatever stress relief is stress relief and I'm gonna post it.
Also I'm gonna add this because I'm weird.
Obedient
Big Macintosh tried to think of a time in his life in any sort of recent memory of a time where he has squirmed nearly as much as he had since yesterday. The heat that would fill his cheeks at the slightest thought of the previous day was but a constant reminder of just how often he had been squirming. That and his bed alerting just everybody in equestria about how his body writhed in a nearly uncontrollable manor. He had thought that after years upon years of working from sunrise to sunset kicking his hooves up against trees for hours on end wouldn’t leave any sort of room to be sore, but that’s how he had woken up.
His body ached. Each movement he gave since he had awoken and laid in his bed hurt. His forelegs were burning and the slightest bit purple from how he had pulled on and struggled in the rope Caramel had tied around him. He had touched his neck a few times with the tip of his hoof only to know that it was probably shaded in the light purple marks as well. At the time it hadn’t felt like much force, but he had apparently been struggling quite a bit. The memories of the barn lingered in his mind, Caramel tugging on him and pulling on his bindings.
“Squirm for me.”
The steed turned over in his bed and closed his eyes. Just thinking about his bindings brought Caramel’s words back to mind. Involuntarily as if listening to his lover’s demands he crossed his back legs and rubbed them together for several seconds. There was a strange tingling in the pit of his belly that was hard to control. He laid his foreleg on the area that had been filled for so long by his lover which now sat baren. A stream of sunlight was running down the bed that stopped right behind where he set down his hoof. The workhorse wasn’t positive just how long he had laid in this bed with his thoughts swirling around in circles, but needless to say his mind had trouble focusing.
The workhorse’s ear flicked when he heard the sound of running water come from the bathroom connected to his room. The door was firmly shut, but he could hear the sound of running water under the sound of… humming. Just the thought of Caramel humming did indeed bring a blush to his freckled face for a reason other than he had been struggling with since he had awoken. Though the image of Caramel standing there with water running over every inch of his body wasn’t exactly the best solution to his problem.
The steed quickly got up on his hind legs and grabbed a pillow before muffling out a groan and crashing back onto the bed. He was laying on his belly and squirming more. He could smell Caramel’s scent lingering on the pillow… the thought of pressing his face up into Caramel’s belly and chest did nothing but color his senses.
The stallion turned his head and stared out into his bare room. The walls were dark green and the floors hardwood. There was nothing more than a shelf with a few photos of family and one or two of Caramel and him together. Nothing he looked at helped to distract his mind.
Big Macintosh bit down on his lower lips and brought the pillow away from his nose. Normally when he woke up in the mornings even with Caramel by his side he thought about getting two slices of toast and scrambled eggs with a glass of milk on the side, and the same for Caramel. It was a morning ritual that had never quite been broken, only modified when the time came with changes like Caramel becoming his boyfriend and the winter allowing him to sleep in longer for lack of work around the farm. Sure he was late some days such as the rare occasions where he had caught a cold or Caramel managed to distract him with a conversation or even on the rare occasions where Mac had been unable to ignore his body, but it had never been outright broken as it had this morning. After all, he couldn’t just walk around the house with his cock half hard while he cooked breakfast.
The steed began to wonder just why exactly the thoughts that plagued his mind the previous day hadn’t gone away. He had let both him and Caramel have their fill of fun in one way or enough almost the entire day yesterday, do the point where even the muscles in Mac’s own legs and now doubt Caramel’s hips were sore. Even after they had made their late night visit to the shop Big Macintosh thought about it.
Big Macintosh had thrown all the blankets off of him in the night over to Caramel, so they lay stacked up in the crack between the wall and the bed leaving the workhorse exposed to the world. He knew if he laid on his back that the feeling of exposure would only increase. Even when he closed his eyes all it reminded him of was the blindfold that had let so many sensations take his body by control.
“Nghnn…” Big Macintosh struggled in that moment of squirming with a pillow grasped in his forelegs the last time he had audibly whimpered at the the mere thought of something sexual. Caramel’s scent filled his nose again.
“Cum for me.”
This morning had been possibly been the only time in Big Macintosh’s life that he struggled to remember that Caramel was sweet and loving and shy. Big Mac pressed his hooves down to either side of his head and shook it gently before groaning quietly. He could feel his cock grow even more and press down against bed. He turned to his back and looked at it, his body begging him to touch it and release the fire that tormented him. He squirmed his hindquarters and watched his cock sway as well. He touched it briefly with his hoof, the thought of pleasure and release from the thoughts plaguing his mind almost drove him mad. He touched his cock that was dribbling with pre and simply whimpered. The black monster would shoot in less than three pumps if he wasn’t careful.
He thought again about Caramel pulling on his leash… just cumming on his own wasn’t going to make that desire to feel it again leave his head. The workhorse wasn’t positive what had possessed him, but he sat up and slid off the bed. His face was warm, and the feeling of something dangling between his legs only made it warmer. His backside was sore from his legs to his hindquarters. Caramel was more ruthless than he had imagined with just how hard he could pound.
Big Macintosh took several steps to the end of his bed and spotted three black bags that were filled to the brim with items they had purchased the previous day. Though he knew it would only torment him more if he searched through the bag, he was able to spot the green socks that Caramel had chosen for him. They hadn’t got a chance to try any of these the previous night, for even through Mac’s desires he had taken the time to understand him and Caramel both needed a break to eat if either of them wanted to have the least bit of fun today. He saw the end of something long and thin that he recognized as Caramel’s new riding crop… He didn’t want to think about it more, for fear he would only torment himself further. He felt like nothing more than a dog in heat.
The stallions shifted his weight with every step when he drew himself closer to the door up against his left wall. The floorboards creaked, and Big Macintosh bit into both sides of his cheek. The sound of running water grew louder in his ears when he got up to the door. He pressed his hoof down on the wood and swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat. His mouth felt rather dry, and the more he stared at the wood the more his eyes blurred over. Caramel was still humming.
Big Macintosh pressed his ear down against the wood. He felt the cold wood press up to his hot cheek and felt his lips form a smile when he realized Caramel’s hum had turned into him singing in a quiet voice. Big Macintosh couldn’t help but chuckle at Caramel straining to keep his voice quiet. His pitch was poor and voice nothing spectacular, but Mac still felt his chest grow warm nonetheless. He was distracted just long enough to almost forget why he had rushed over to this door in just a hurry… that was until he moved his hoof to the doorknob and felt something sway between his legs.
“S-Sugarcube?” Mac didn’t mean for his voice to stutter when he took a step into the steamy bathroom, but it did. His blue bathroom was filled with so much steam that he could barely make out Caramel’s outline through the curtain.
“Geh!” Caramel’s singing scratched like a record and without any warning his hooves slammed down hard onto the lever inside the shower. In just a moment all the screaming of running water had ceased and the loudest sound in the room was soon replaced by Caramel’s ragged breathing. Mac could almost hear his heartbeat from the other side of the room. “M-Mac?”
Caramel opened the shower curtain slowly until only his head peaked out. Mac could see the outline of the rest of his body behind the clear curtain, yet only focused on his head and mane which were still dripping with water. His cheeks were pink and his lips were trying to force a smile despite his crystal blue eyes darting around the room.
“Y-You should really knock, y’know,” Caramel mumbled quietly. His expression relaxed when he got a good look at Big Macintosh, though he didn’t seem to notice what was dangling between his lovers legs. He opened up the curtain and Mac struggled not to look away. His heart gave a single loud pound that might have beat harder than Caramel’s own. Caramel was dripping wet and thankfully free of any soap he might have been using. “I didn’t even know you were awake.”
“Ah’ve been up fer a while,” Big Macintosh responded. He walked up slowly to Caramel over the tiled floor and put a smile on his face. He extended his neck and pecked his lips against Caramel’s cheek. He tasted like cinnamon and flowery shampoo. Mac put his hooves over the edge of his large white tub and grabbed one of Caramel’s own hooves. “Ya sound real cute when ya sing like that.”
“Y-You heard me?” Caramel writhed where he stood and looked away, though Mac held his hooves tightly so he wouldn’t be able to cover up his face. The workhorse chuckled and nodded his head. Caramel squirmed in place and Mac watched the droplets of water fall from his body. Mac leaned forward for a kiss, his chest pressing up against Caramel’s. He could feel his lover push him away. “W-Wait Mac, I’m all wet still!”
“Ah don’t care,” Big Macintosh stated. He climbed himself into the bathtub slowly and pressed his hooves down into the small puddle that was left from the shower. The warm water soaked his hooves and Caramel’s body soon pressing up against his own in the small bathtub dampened his fur. He sat down at the end of the tub and grabbed Caramel’s body to hold it close to him. He felt water dribble from Caramel’s body onto his own and feel Caramel squirm in his grasp.
“Now you’re gonna have to dry off too,” Caramel mumbled softly. He rested his hoof on Mac’s chest and soon propped himself up several inches. Mac’s forelegs were on either side of Caramel’s body, Caramel resting between. His cheeks were clearly darkening in color when he felt Mac’s half hard cock press up to his belly. The tub was barely big enough for Mac to take a bath in alone, let alone support his lover without having Caramel lay on him. Mac lowered his hoof and pressed them it against the side of Caramel’s belly. Caramel looked away from his lover when the workhorse gave a grin. “Why are you always so hard to argue with when you’re like this?”
“Dunno,” Mac responded.
“Did you think about yesterday at all?” Caramel moved up closer to Big Macintosh’s face and pressed his lips to Mac’s lower chin. “Did you have fun?”
“Thought ‘bout it a little… M-Mostly when Ah woke up.” The workhorse shrugged his shoulders. He could feel his heartbeat quicken when Caramel squirmed on him. He could see Caramel’s lips wiggle, resist the smile that both of them knew he wanted to give. He eventually broke and began giggling the more Mac smiled down at him. The steam in the room was finally beginning to clear when Mac squeezed Caramel’s belly and pressed his lips to Caramel’s forehead. Caramel lifted one of his own hooves and set it on Mac’s own, though smile that seemed like it wanted so badly to be on his face soon eradicated. Caramel’s eyes lowered and he soon drew his hoof to Mac and placed it over his beating heart.
“Are… are your legs okay?” Caramel questioned. He moved his eyes up to meet Mac’s for a split second before darting away. He began to trace small circles on Mac’s chest. “I… I know you said last night it didn’t hurt, but they look like they hurt. Y-Your neck too.”
Caramel grabbed Mac’s foreleg in both hooves and ran the tip of one gently over Mac’s bruises. His face twisted into a frown and he simply shook his head.
“Ah’m fine, Sugarcube.” Big Macintosh nodded his head at Caramel. Caramel simply kept holding Mac’s foreleg and frowning. He grabbed Caramel’s hoof and brought it up to his lips before giving it a gentle kiss. “Ah’m just a little too strong ta… ta like doin’ that so much Ah suppose… Did ya enjoy it, though?”
“I liked making you happy,” Caramel admitted with pink flushed cheeks. “And you squirmed a lot and you looked really cute. Your butt has freckles all over it and… A-And I keep thinking about it.” Caramel covered up his face with his hooves and shook his head. “I liked it a lot, okay?”
Big Macintosh’s chuckle turned into an awkward one before he even had the chance to blink. “Ah just got excited… y-yer so much weaker than me but ya could still do whatever ya wanted. Even if Ah got a little hurt Ah didn’t notice it durin’ it. M-Makes me hard just thinkin’ bout it.” Big Macintosh saw Caramel’s eyes widen for a brief moment when he moved his hooves away from his face. Mac’s cock was pressing up to Caramel’s body. “Ah… Ah couldn’t wait fer ya ta come out. Ah… Ah want ya ta have fun with me an’ make me use the stuff in those bags and order me ‘round an…” Mac had to close his eyes, as if that would somehow keep Caramel from seeing his dark red blush. “P-Please, Sugar. Ah don’t wanna force ya, w-we can do other stuff if ya want. Ah like bein’ top still and kissin’ ya and grabbin’ ya… but Ah can’t stop thinkin’ bout it.”
Caramel twisted his lips. “We spent all that money at the shop,” Caramel bit into his lower lip and shut his eyes. “Do you think that… that stuff is gonna hurt you too? I mean, O-One or two of those are meant for hitting you. I don’t wanna hurt you. I don’t wanna make you hate something you like as much as you do.”
“That’s why we got a safety word.” Big Macintosh ran his hoof down Caramel’s cheek. “Ah’m scared of hurtin’ ya when we do what we normally do, even if it ain’t as tirin’. Ah think Ah can handle ya orderin’ me ‘round some. Ah’m yer big strong boyfriend, remember?”
“You still bruise,” Caramel mumbled. He writhed some more, though he stopped when he felt Mac’s bulge press down onto him.
“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh attempted to smirk, though it came off much more embarrassed.
“Do we have to tie you up again?” Caramel pressed his head down to Mac’s chest and onto his beating heart. “The collar should be fine, right? We got you a new one, remember? But I don’t wanna make your legs any worse.”
“We don’t gotta tie me up,” Big Macintosh said when he shook his head. He grabbed Caramel’s chin and brought their lips together and kissed Caramel about three times within ten seconds before holding him close. Caramel giggled and Mac couldn’t hold back his smile. “Ah love ya, Caramel.”
“I love you too, Freckle-butt.” Caramel smiled in return. “When do you wanna start, though? T-This is probably gonna take a while if you wanna go through that whole bag…” Caramel paused briefly and bit his lower lip at just the thought. “A-After breakfast?”
Big Macintosh remained silent. He stared into Caramel’s eyes. There was a good silence for at least thirty seconds before Caramel blinked and returned to reality.
“Now?” Caramel raised his eyes. Big Macintosh could feel his cheeks flush and he nodded his head. Caramel was giggling again, but it was the same kind of giggle that just made Caramel sound so… demeaning… Caramel was teasing him.
“Can you at least help me dry off, big boy?” Caramel laughed. He squirmed his way off of Big Macintosh before the steep felt his half hard cock be freed. Caramel’s belly jiggled just a bit when he sat down in the tub, and Big Macintosh felt himself lick his lips. “Y-You really are just a big puppy dog sometimes, you know that.”
“We did buy me a collar,” Big Macintosh mumbled. Caramel was looking down at Mac’s cock, yet he didn’t say anything about it.
“Can you get me my towel?” Caramel asked. He nodded to the rack beside the tub near Mac’s head. Big Macintosh grabbed it quickly and held out his hoof to Caramel, beginning to squirm his own body up to get out of the tub before Caramel shook his head. Big Macintosh paused and found himself frowning, confused even to Caramel’s response.
“Dry me off, okay?” Caramel asked. Big Macintosh could see that his cheeks were already a light shade of pink. The workhorse blinked and looked down to the towel in his hoof and back to Caramel before slowly reaching out his hoof and setting it down against his lover’s body.
“Uh, alright, Sugar.” Big Macintosh nervously began to move his hoof slowly up and down Caramel’s chest to soak up the water. He realized his hooves were moving slowly and cautiously. Something about the way Caramel was smiling made his heart beat quicken. It wasn’t the same nervous smile he usually wore, but a more devious one. Big Macintosh bit into his cheek when he moved his hoof down lower on Caramel’s body.
“You’re really obedient, aren’t you?” Caramel giggled in a tone that sounded much like his usual self, though his words made the fire begin to return in Mac’s body. The workhorse opened his mouth for just a moment, but felt it go dry. He couldn’t do anything more than nod in response. “Y-You’re like a good little puppy, aren’t you? Once you get in your cute little collar and leash you’ll look the part.”
“Ah uh… Eeyup…” Big Macintosh could barely get the words out without squirming his entire body at the thought.
“T-That didn’t sound mean, did it?” Caramel questioned. Big Macintosh couldn’t respond with anything but a shake of his head. “I mean… I know you’re not a dog.” Caramel put a hoof to his face and shook his head. “W-Wait, that sounded dumb.”
“Yer doin’ fine,” Big Macintosh felt strange comforting Caramel when it was his voice that was quiet. He wondered if his lover was simply not paying attention to his growing cock. There was a moment of silence where Mac simply dried one of Caramel’s legs before Caramel nodded his head to continue.
Caramel’s forelegs squirmed itself up onto the side of Mac’s body, as did his other one. Caramel was leaning to the back of the tub with most of his body exposed. His cheeks were still pink with a blush, but it was clear he was struggling to keep his face calm and to hold that devious smile. Mac slowly moved the towel over Caramel’s belly.
“You’re staring at me, Mac.” Caramel stated. It wasn’t a question. He placed one hoof on Mac’s own and pushed it away from his belly before he placed his hoof down onto his own belly and began to rub in circles. The way it moved and jiggled with every touch made Mac’s mouth water. “Y-You uh…” Caramel mumbled off briefly, but Mac was too focused on Caramel’s wet body along with his belly that his boyfriend kept rubbing. “You like to touch me… r-right?” There was just a hint of uncertainty in that last word.
“Eeyup.” Big Macintosh nodded his head all too quickly. He lifted his hoof hesitantly, the sight of Caramel’s body almost making him forget the role he was supposed to play. Caramel reached up his own hoof and grabbed Mac’s own. He shook his head slowly and Mac found himself squirming in place once more. Caramel was trying awfully hard to make himself look at irresistible as possible. Mac could only wonder why he didn’t try to play up his body like this when he was allowed to be sudden and didn’t have to follow orders.
“You’re so impatient,” Caramel giggled. Mac bit down on his lip. His cock had been begging for release for at least an hour at this point. “But you’re not allowed to do anything without me telling you too… A-Alright? I don’t think I’ll be happy if you… d-disobey me…”
Once again Caramel sounded uncertain, but he was clearly much better than the previous day. Mac nodded his head quickly again. He placed both hooves down between his legs and tried not to squirm too much for fear of teasing his already hard cock any further.
“Remember how good it felt when I was pounding you senseless… I made you beg.” Caramel struggled to hide the genuine surprise in his tone when he finished that thought. “I actually made you beg.”
“Show me your cock.” Caramel demanded. He lifted his hind leg and pressed it down between Mac’s own two. He pulled out his lover’s cock slowly and saw that it was already fully hard. Mac couldn’t fight it if he tried. “You’re really into this, Frecklebutt.”
“S-Sugar…” Mac nearly whimpered. Caramel lifted his hoof and drug it roughly over the head of Mac’s cock. Mac flinched and Caramel squeezed the head. He moved his other hoof down to the balls and stroked them with the tip of his hoof to tickle Mac. Mac did in fact whimper this time. He was helpless, and Caramel’s body laying there in the open made his heart pound like a drum in his chest. Even worse he began to rub at his belly again, using his other hoof to slide slowly up and down Mac’s hardened black cock. It was dribbling pre all over Caramel’s hoof.
“You whined like this yesterday, too.” Caramel laughed. Mac closed his eyes and tried not to look at Caramel. “You’re so big and strong but you whine like a little mare when a stallion like me orders you around, huh?”
“E...E-Eeyup.” Mac responded. “Ah… Ah love ya orderin’ me ‘round.”
“Good boy,” Caramel said in a deviously cheerful tone. When Mac made the mistake of opening his eyes he saw Caramel lick his lips. His hoof was still stroking and pinching and giving his cock gental slaps. All while leaving his body in a horribly erotic position. He even spotted Caramel’s own cock not even half hard between his legs. It swayed around at every stroke he gave. Mac felt like panting at the sight of it. Every time he came close to cumming all over his boyfriend Caramel would stop. So much stroking and teasing and tickling of his cock. “Maybe I should fetch your blindfold."
"Ngnnn..." Mac whimpered.
"What's wrong, Frecklebutt?" Caramel giggled. He grabbed Mac's cock and gave it two quick pumps and then stopped. "Little on edge?"
"S-Sugar... C-Can Ah please cum?" Mac asked. His cock was dribbling so much that he was surprised he hadn't exploded yet. He wanted to whine and beg and squirm, but Caramel's giggling only made him blush.
"You beg like a cutie." Caramel licked his lips. "You did yesterday too."
Mac was getting hot and bothered at the memory. His cock was stiffening. He pressed his hooves down onto Caramel’s belly and tightened his hold. Caramel quickly pushed him off and before Mac even had the chance to blink Caramel was on top of him in the tub. The world had spun around and before he knew it. Caramel covered his eyes with his hoof, to make him squirm more or so Caramel’s blush wasn’t visible Mac wasn’t sure, but he was sure that Caramel’s free hook was sliding it’s way up Mac’s neck before grasping itself over his chin and squeezing. Mac felt suddenly much weaker than he should have considering it was Caramel of all stallions who was pushing him around.
“You’re not nearly as loyal as you should be,” Caramel chuckled. It was rare for his tone to sound so deep when he laughed. He lifted both hooves and placed them on Mac’s cheeks. He was forced to stare up at the ceiling and couldn’t get a good look at Caramel’s face aside from his mane. Before he had any time to consider that matter Caramel pulled his head forward and their lips met for just a moment before he pulled away. “Tell me what you did wrong.”
“Y-Yer really cute, Sugar.” Big Macintosh mumbled softly when they came apart. When Caramel kissed his cheek Mac felt his blush return. “An Ah… didn’t…. Ah wanted ta… Ah disobeyed ya.”
“C-Can you go get your collar and leash?” Caramel let his eyes meet Mac’s own for a moment before his pupils darted away. He raised his hoof and placed it on the bottom of Mac’s chin to hold his head in place. He pressed his lips softly to Mac’s nose. “I need something to pull on when you don’t listen to me. That and I need to use my new riding crop some.”
Big Macintosh didn’t smile, he simply nodded his head and rose slowly from the tub. He towered over Caramel yet he felt nothing but small after those words. When he got out of the tub Caramel’s hoof followed him and squeezed his butt to make Mac jump and let out a yelp. He was much more vicious than he had ever been before.
“S-Sorr… W-Wait.” Caramel shrunk just a bit before he giggled. He leaned over the edge of the tub and squirmed his body around. “No I’m not.”
Mac wasn’t positive if he should be terrified or excited just how much Caramel was getting into character. Either way he had the feeling he was in for a very… erotic day.
“I dunno Mac, this feels… stupid. I mean really really stupid.” Caramel covered his face with both hooves and groaned. He shook his head back and forth and plopped his backside down onto the grass to whine and whimper loudly. He felt two, large green saddlebags slip from his back and fall to the ground behind him. He could feel the breeze roll up his back and tingle the fur of his mane. The trees above his head cast a good set of shade down onto his body that blocked him from the sun, though his body still felt warm and flushed with blood running to his face. He peaked out from under his hooves and saw two large, emerald colored eyes stare back at him with a blank expression. Big Macintosh was always far too… talented at hiding his emotions. He held no expression on his face, no hints for what was going on in his head. “I take it back, I-I don’t think this is a good idea. W-We should just go inside. A-Applejack’s friends could come a-and see, or even worse Applebloom’s!”
“Sugarcube,” Big Macintosh said in a quiet, firm tone. His frown was steadily growing more and more apparent the longer he stared down at the stallion before him. He lifted his hoof slowly and put it onto Caramel’s own, though didn’t pull to uncover his face. “Yer overthinkin’ it.”
“N-No I’m not!” Caramel didn’t mean for his voice to sound nearly as whiny as it did when it came from his mouth. He could feel his breath increasing as well as his heartrate. He stayed silent for a while after that. He kept himself encased in his little cocoon of hooves for as long as possible before Mac slowly pulled one away from his face. He still looked away from Big Macintosh, though the stallion raised his other hoof and put on a smile that finally touched those emotionless hard eyes of his. Caramel tried to look past him and focus on his worries, focus on the barn in the background and the house in the distance. Every time his eyes got a glimpse to Big Macintosh’s neck, however, his thoughts went straight back to worry. The green collar that bound him made Caramel’s heart both race and sink with the thoughts that filled his mind. He tried to remember just how he had agreed to this in the first place, but he couldn’t remember.
“You and Ah have fucked outside, ya know,” He chuckled quietly. Caramel could feel his face grow even redder somehow. “Ya were just as ancy then. All squirmin’ an’ cute an’ tryin’ ta muffle all yer noises.” Caramel closed his eyes, though Mac’s chuckle still managed to darken the color of his cheeks. “What’s so different ‘bout draggin’ me ‘round on a leash?”
“Oka- O-Okay, shh! W-Why are you so blunt?” Caramel covered Mac’s mouth with both his hooves, the hot air of the workhorse giggling on his skin. “W-We made sure it was secluded and in places that AJ or Apple Bloom or anypony would go that time of the season, r-remember. We didn’t walk around with… w-with…” Caramel would have covered his face again if it weren’t for the fact that Mac was holding his hooves.
“This is supposed ta be fun, remember, Sugar?” Big Macintosh took a step forward and sat down slowly. He extended both of his hooves and placed them both at Caramel’s sides. “Ya were so cute earlier in the tub, ya were really gettin’ inta it. But Ah don’t wanna do this if yer all nervous bout it.”
Caramel felt Mac’s lips press down against his forehead, his face beginning to be muffled in the safety of Mac’s large, muscled neck. He closed his eyes for just a moment and took in the scent of apples and sweat. He nuzzled the area gently and tried to force his heartbeat to calm itself, though every time his lips ran past Mac’s collar he felt it increase again. Mac pulled him in closer and for a moment the two embraced in silence.
“I’m sorry I’m being difficult…” Caramel mumbled quietly.
“It’s alright,” Big Mac responded quickly.
“This did sound like fun inside,” Caramel mumbled quietly while he laid his ear against Mac’s body. “It still does… d-do you promise that nopony will come? A-All of AJ and Applebloom’s friends know that they’re gone, right?”
“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh took Caramel’s shoulders in his large, strong hooves for just a moment and pushed his body away slowly, though still held onto him. In the breeze his long orange mane whipped subtly, and it brought a gentle grin to Caramel’s face. “We can still go in if ya want, though. Sure it’d be fun there, too. Ya could drag me on that leash ‘round the livin’ room stead of the field.”
“N-No, I want to… make you happy,” Caramel’s smile felt just a bit more forced. He scooted slowly away from Big Macintosh’s grip and turned to the attention of the bright green saddle bags he had brought with him. “Just don’t… be too loud, okay? Get on your belly for a second, I have to uh… y-y’know, prepare stuff.”
“Alright, Sugarcube,” Big Macintosh chuckled again and Caramel could hear him shuffling about on the ground. Caramel bit into both of his cheeks and undid the buttons on the left side of his saddle bags before opening it slowly. He couldn’t help but look around before doing so, as if nervous somepony would suddenly pop up. In the bag he saw the contents pop out as bright as the sun. He tried to fight back the blush forcing itself on his face when his hoof touched a small bright green dildo. He kept himself from making any noise when he pushed it aside as if it were a meddlesome fly.
“We went overboard at the shop…” Caramel mumbled with a defeated sigh. He reached in and pulled out a long tube that was already half emptied of a clear liquid from the previous day’s events. He also pulled out a small, white set of gauze. He swallowed a lump in his throat and breathed in a shaky breath before turning away from the bag and back to Big Macintosh.
It was difficult to remain composure at the sight before his eyes. Mac had certainly listened to him. He was laying on his belly with his two back legs spread out, the sight of his balls very apparently by the way he had positioned them. The rest of his cock, however hard it was by this point, was hidden underneath his body. He kept swishing his tail back and forth as if to tease Caramel by the sight of his large, freckled rump. It sat plump and waiting, like a large juicy apple that Caramel had the sudden urge to bite into this very second. He had to bite down on his lip to stay silent. Big Macintosh was looking back with possibly the most innocent expression he had ever held on his face.
“Y-You’re really pent up, aren’t you?” Caramel shook his head. Big Macintosh chuckled, though it sounded much more like a girlish giggle even in his deep tone. Keeping his face calm in the sight of Mac like this was the hardest part he found about appeasing to the desires Mac held. He took several steps forward and placed a single hoof on Mac’s cheek. “Still… you’re really cute laying like this… Frecklebutt.”
It was hard not to stutter in the timeframe of that sentence, but somehow Caramel managed to keep his voice steady. Mac chuckled again, though this time it contained just a hint of nerves in the way he looked away from Caramel. Caramel took his other hoof and grabbed the other side of Mac’s rump and squeezed gently to pull. Mac’s tail had quit moving all of a sudden and now hid the prize that Caramel sought after.
“Shy now?” Caramel asked in an innocent tone that forced Mac to bury his muzzle in his hooves and stare straight ahead. He was using his hoof to quietly draw circles on Big Macintosh’s plump rump, his hole still hidden by his tail. “You were so eager a moment ago. Do you not want me to… fuck you now?”
He almost stuttered, but kept composure. He giggled and tried his best not to let his nerves show when Big Macintosh nodded his head. His cock was growing hard, and fast. Caramel could feel his own stirring between his legs while he teased and stroked Mac’s ass.
“Let me just get this tail out of the way, big boy,” Caramel grinned, though Big Mac didn’t give more than a quick glance. The freckles on his face were already beginning to blend into his fur by the way he blushed. Caramel scooted back to his bag before he reached deeper and emerged with a long, thick brown leash.
When he returned to Mac his tail was still lifeless and covering him. Caramel swallowed a lump in his throat and grabbed at the tail with a sudden, forceful pull.
“Ah!” Mac cried out. It wasn’t exactly painful sounding, though Caramel still released the tail instantly.
“Are you okay, Mac?” Caramel asked quickly in a panicked tone. “I-I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“N-Nope just…” Mac trailed off slowly. “P-Please keep goin’, sugar,”
Caramel nodded his head and reached out a hoof more gently this time. He grabbed the base of Mac’s tail and took the gauze as he began to wrap it. He strung it around the tail slowly until the thin gauze grew thick like a rope, holding Mac’s thin tail in place. Caramel could see the workhorse try to move it, try to expose his now bare rump. The band forced his tail up, forced him to show off what he tried so hard to hide.
“T-There we go,” Caramel giggled. He moved his body slowly up to the front half of Mac’s body by slowing himself over Mac’s back. He ran his belly up Mac’s rump near the base of his tail and let his balls drag over his back before he was fully on top of him. He reached out his hoof and grabbed Mac’s chin with one hoof and the collar with the other. Mac’s muscles were tightening, though by the way he squirmed he seemed more excited than nervous.
“Do you like having your rump all exposed like that, Frecklebutt?” Caramel whispered quietly. He wasn’t sure if he could keep his voice steady by speaking any louder. “Outside in the breeze? Grass running freely over your cock and balls?”
“E-Eeyup,” Mac whimpered quietly. Caramel brought the leash up and ran the end gently over Mac’s neck before finding it’s way to the hook on his collar.
“Good boy,” Caramel said before hooking the leash and pulling on it gently. “If you’re too loud I’ll have to gag you… That’s okay, right? I just don’t want you being loud and worrying anypony nearby... ”
“Eeyup…” Mac’s voice was quieter than before, near a whisper. He seemed as though he couldn’t focus on anything but the leash that Caramel kept gently pulling. Caramel ran the tip of his hoof slowly over Mac’s neck and up his chin, feeling his muscles tighten and body squirm.
Caramel sat up on Mac’s back and took in a deep breath. He took those few moments to compose himself before sliding back to where he started. He got off of Mac’s back and moved back to his behind, all while leash in hoof.
“Roll over, Mac,” Caramel stated firmly. It wasn’t anywhere close to a question. Mac swallowed a lump in his throat before rolling over onto his back, all four hooves up in the air. His cock was already half hard. The way he squirmed made it wiggle a bit, though it was clear by the way his front hooves kept twitching downward that he wanted badly for it to be given attention. “Good boy… now stand up.”
Mac must have struggled to resist a whimper, for he got to his hooves slowly. He seemed hesitant to expose his bare rump and half-hard cock to the world, for he left his back half on the ground the longest. When he finally did stand up fully his balls hung freely as well as his cock. Caramel pulled gently on the leash and Mac took a step towards him. His eyes kept looking away from Caramel. Without his blindfold from the day before the emotions on his face were clear as day. He tried to shut his back legs, though Caramel pulled on the leash again and forced him forward.
“Don’t you wanna show off your big adorable freckle-butt?” Caramel asked in another innocent tone. Caramel pulled on the leash until Mac was before him before he grabbed his chin and pressed their lips together. Mac was more submissive than usual in the kiss, allowing Caramel to push and pull the pressure all he pleased. He held Mac’s face in both his hooves momentarily, letting his hooves stroke and tickle under his chin while he pressed harder against those hardened lips. When they finally did part Caramel giggled quietly. “Well, do you?”
“A-Ah do!” It must have been louder than Mac intended, for he instantly flushed. Caramel kissed his nose quickly before giggling in return.
“J-Just tell me if you get too nervous, okay?” Caramel asked. Mac nodded his head in response, though by the way he squirmed he simply wanted to get a move one. “I don’t wanna push you.”
“Ah’m fine.” Mac nodded his head eagerly. “Ah just… just want ya ta order me ‘round…” He wouldn’t let his eyes meet Caramel’s.
“Hehehe, alright,” Caramel couldn’t contain his giggling that time. Mac was so… irrelisterably cute when he was submissive. He pulled on the end of the leash and got to his own hooves before forcing Mac up with nothing but a tug. “Stand still. We need a little something before our walk.”
“Eeyup…” Big Macintosh looked down to his hooves and tried to hide his flushed face by covering it with his hoof. Whenever he tried though, Caramel tugged at the leash until he held still.
Caramel went back over to the saddle and pulled out a small white sheet along with a four inch black, wide object with a flat circular end that Caramel held in his hoof. He went over to Mac and his the plug, but smiled up at him and lifted the sheet and waved it before Mac’s eyes.
“O-Okay I’m gonna blindfold you again. You’ll have to trust me to know where I’ll walk you,” Caramel watched Mac nod before he began to tie the sheet around Mac’s eyes. He looked over his shoulder instinctively to make sure nopony was spying on them. He took a deep breath and brought the plug before his eyes and walked slowly to the back of Mac.
Caramel snatched up the long, half emptied bottle of lube off of the ground. He popped open the bottle and began to squeeze it gently onto the top of the buttplug. He used his other hoof to grab at Mac’s rump once more and push his hoof against the crack.
“A-Ahh!” Mac cried out. His backside clenched at the sudden probing of his private areas. His back legs looked like they were struggling not to tremble as he bit down on his lip. Caramel saw his cock grow slightly harder before he set the plug down gently and pressed his lips gently against the base of Mac’s tail. He could hear Mac muffle a cry by biting both of his cheeks.
“Stop squirming.” Caramel stated. Mac made a noise somewhere between a whimper and a moan when Caramel began to run his tongue slowly down the backside of Mac. The workhorse’s fur was damp with sweat and soft as a feather near his sensitive hole. He started from the base of the tail and ran his tongue down the edge of Mac’s hole and to his taint. He could feel Mac’s legs tremble and shake, the steed making noises that desperately tried to fight off moaning before turning to a pant. Caramel brought one of Mac’s balls to his mouth with his hoof and suckled on it for a few moments. His balls and taint were so much softer compared to the rest of his body.
Mac was growing harder with each passing second. His cock was already fully erect and slapping down against Caramel’s chest every time he squirmed or jumped at the touch of his lover’s hooves and tongue. Caramel focused on his hole, however, dragging his tongue in circles around the sensitive area to hear those delightful moans from his obedient little boyfriend. Finally he moved his head away and saw the damp area look invitingly open. He took the bottle of lube again and squirted some out onto his hoof before brining it to Mac’s hole.
“Ngnn… S-Sugar, w-what are you gonna do?” Mac nearly whimpered the cry. Caramel spread the lube even though Mac squirmed and shook about, but he soon had used up all that was in his hoof before he began to giggle.
Caramel didn’t answer, he wasn’t sure if he could he was so focused on his breathing and the plug he had now picked up again in his hoof. He swallowed a lump in his throat as he brought the lubed end to Mac’s hole, twisting it just a bit to be greeted with a loud cry from Mac. It was clearly of pleasure, not pain.
“Shh!” Caramel hissed. He nearly dropped the plug his heart gave him such a pounding. He looked around desperately again though saw nothing but the trees and grass in the distance. “You’re so loud.”
“Ah can’t help it,” Mac mumbled.
Caramel rolled his eyes and returned the plug to the same spot. He pushed gently, going by the sounds of Mac’s whimpering and moaning to judge if he need to slow down or pull out. Mac seemed to be squirming in such a way that he was almost pushing into the plug. Caramel twisted it around some, and once or twice added just a bit more lube to make the process easier on Big Mac. Eventually he got the buttplug in, and it sat in Mac as clear as day for all to see as they pleased.
“Ahhh…. ngnnn… mmmm….” Mac couldn’t do much but let out moans and squirm. He attempted to take a step, but a loud cry of pleasure when Caramel pushed gently on the plug stopped him in his tracks. “S-Sugar, p-please…” He couldn’t even beg for the teasing to end he was too busy moaning.
“So noisy,” Caramel mumbled. He got up to his hooves and pulled on the leash. Mac took several steps before he let out another loud moan. Caramel felt his fur stand on end when he looked around yet again, a groan threatening to escape his throat. Mac was going to be… far too noisy to take far outside. He pulled on the leash again until Mac was before him near the saddle bags. Caramel was putting on the bags slowly while Mac squirmed and crossed his legs in an attempt to hide his hardened throbbing cock. When Caramel had finally situated the bags on his back he snatched something from the side pocket and held it in his hooves. It was a long, black band with a red ball in the middle. Caramel felt a lump rise in his throat at the sight of it, but he forced himself to stay calm by controlling his breathing. He turned around slowly to his blindfolded lover and reached out a hoof to squeeze the bottom of his jaw.
“Sugarcube?” Mac questioned, still squirming his backside at the plug. He opened his mouth when Caramel drug the end of his hoof down and up the underside of his chin, but he didn’t dare move his head, nor could he by the war Caramel kept the leash taut and sturdy.
“Do you like the plug?” Caramel asked. He tilted his head despite the fact that Mac couldn’t seem him. Mac’s lips twisted and eventually frowned, but the way his freckles turned red from flush made it clear his answer. He nodded slowly and bit gently on his lip.
“You’re gonna need a gag to keep it in you, then,” Caramel’s voice was calm and precise. He pulled gently on Mac’s chin and pressed the end of the ball to his lips. “I can’t take a noisy yappy pet around like you. You’d disturb everypony with your…wait…” He brought the gag away from Mac’s lips slowly and looked down at it. “D-Do you like being called a dog? Or was it just ordering you around?”
“A-Anythin’” Mac nodded his head again. “Ah’m fine with anythin’,”
“Okay,” Caramel nodded in an attempt to reassure himself. He brought the gag back to Mac’s lips before he could chicken out at fully binding his lover and began to strap it around his head. Now blindfolded, silenced, and entirely exposed on his rump, Caramel held in control with the leash in his hand his lover’s every movement.
“Mmmmf,” Mac made a noise through the gag. Caramel took a step back and pulled on the leash and Mac followed. His steps were slow, his hind legs trembling at the plug that must have twisted and pushed in him with every step.
“Y-You okay?” Caramel questioned the workhorse. “I have an idea where to take you, if you’re okay.”
Big Macintosh nodded his head. Caramel glanced behind him at the trees and tossed the leash into his mouth before pulling on it with a yank of his neck to lead his exposed lover through the trees.
What was most difficult was finding a path with branches spaced enough that Mac wouldn’t bump into a tree. He trusted Caramel without hesitation, only needing to be pulled when he lost his way for a moment. The plug in his ass must be driving him mad by the way his muffled moans cooed to Caramel’s ears. His cock stood out and hung low. Caramel intentionally took the two of them through the path with tall grass to stroke at his hanging cock and belly and hear him moan just a bit louder through his gag. Whenever he looked back at his lover he saw his face still hiding those freckles behind his blush.
Caramel would sometimes fall behind Mac for just a few moments to stroke his side with his tail or pull on the collar itself instead of the leash, but Mac remained obedient and followed. Through the shade and sunlight that peaked through the trees above he let himself be exposed to the climate and to Caramel. With each step Caramel could feel his heart beat and his eyes glance around every tree for the stay pony he knew in the back of his mind would unlikely be on the farm. Still, even with the worry in his heart he felt a sense of… excitement almost. He was beginning to understand why Mac enjoyed touching Caramel so much on the farm when he took breaks, why he asked to be walked about so out in the open. The feeling of getting caught any moment was downright invigorating. Caramel felt a smile hit his lips when Mac moaned again, and the worry that had plagued him so began to fade.
“Such a good boy,” Caramel teased. Mac made a muffled reply that he couldn’t understand. Caramel saw in the distance a clearing, it was small but obvious. A fence stood in the way that blocked off the farm to the rest of a pathway. “We’re here, Frecklebutt!” He couldn’t help but sound a bit excited when he pulled on Mac’s leash.
Into the clearing they went, Caramel stopping just before the fence and giggling to himself. He looked back at Mac before raising his hoof and grabbing Mac by the blindfold. He pulled it up and over his head and watched those large green emerald eyes dilate. He made a muffled noise through his gag and looked around before his eyes widened.
“This is the path to the main road, Mac,” Caramel giggled and began slowly unbuckling the gag around Mac’s mouth. When his lips were free he didn’t even give Mac enough time to speak before their lips met. He pushed against Mac much harder than before, enough to bring him to his backside and fall onto the plug inside of him. He broke away from the kiss for just a moment to moan. Caramel grabbed his collar with both hooves and held him close to begin nibbling at his neck when they parted. Mac was in his complete control.
“Caramel… if somebody comes they’ll…” Mac’s muscles tightened in his neck when Caramel nibbled on a particularly sensitive spot and dragging his tongue across it. He wrapped his forelegs around Caramel and squeezed him as if to brace himself. His hardened cock was pressing against Caramel’s belly.
“Don’t you wanna show them how good of a dog you’ve been?” Caramel replied before looking up to Mac with devious eyes. “In fact… get up on the fence.”
“A-Alright,” Mac nodded slowly and glanced down the path that led to town nervously. He got to his hooves and put his forelegs over the fence. His cock hung out, fully hard and exposed as it poked out the other side of the fence. Mac squirmed in place some and Caramel chuckled. Mac blinked his eyes a few times before Caramel giggled at the way he squirmed. He buried his muzzle in his forelegs in an attempt to hide his blush.
Caramel slid off his saddle bags slowly and opened them one last time before he pulled out a long, thin metal rod with a wax end. It was a riding crop.
“How much can ya fit in those bags?” Mac questioned.
“Shh!” Caramel covered his mouth with the crop to shush Mac. The workhorse nodded his head slowly and looked down the road again. He had quit squirming, and was now making much more of an attempt to remain silent.
“Cara, Ah don’t know i- AH!” Mac’s words were interrupted when Caramel took him by surprise. He pulled on the leash and brought the crop down across his cutie mark in a single, loud slap. His hind leg rose and his cock swayed when he squirmed.
“Don’t get so distracted,” Caramel teased with a grin. He glanced at the area to make sure it didn’t redden by the slap before he drug the crop in delicate circles over his cutie marn and then down his belly to the tip of his cock. He slapped it down as gently as he possibly could over the head, though it still made Mac’s body shudder. “You bought me this crop, remember?”
“Eeyup,” Mac nodded and eyed the crop with caution. He tried to squirm again though Caramel pulled tightly on the leash. He ran the end of the crop up and down Mac’s shaft, his hardened dribbling with pre cock desperate for attention.
“Don’t you want all of Ponyville to see you get plowed right in your own backyard?” Caramel asked. He tried to put on his innocent voice again, though something in the way Mac was blushing made it feel as though he came off as much more… dominating. “Tell me.”
“Ah… Ah want ponies ta know Ah’m bein’ fucked…” Mac was panting louder the more Caramel ran the crop up and down his hardened cock. “Please just fuck me, Sugar, Ah’ve been hard all mornin’”
“Allllll morning?” Caramel drug out the word and reached out his hoof to grab Mac’s cock. He squeezed at the shaft and heard Mac bite his lip and stifle a cry. He could feel pre dribble on his hoof and drip down onto the grass. Mac’s rump was shaking, and he was sucking in the plug with his muscles to get even the slightest sensation of a cock ramming him.
Caramel grabbed him by the collar and tugged at the leash at the same time to pull him away from the fence. He pushed Mac gently to the grass and onto his back before he climbed up onto the workhorse’s chest and heard him whimper. He was greeted with the sight of Caramel’s balls and sheath before him. Caramel scooted forward until his balls were pressing right up to Mac’s lips as well as his sheath.
“Gotta get me hard before I plow you,” Caramel smiled down at Mac’s emerald eyes. Mac raised his hooves and grabbed Caramel’s sides to pull him even closer until even Mac’s nose was covered in Caramel’s taint. When he looked up he must have seen nothing but Caramel’s big belly and balls. To breath he had to open his mouth and suckle and lick Caramel’s taint, like an animal who hadn’t eaten in weeks. Caramel tightened his muscles and kept a straight face, occasionally pulling on the leash to keep Mac from getting too grabby with his hooves. He was nearly sitting on Mac’s face, the workhorse nibbling gently on his sheath and sticking his tongue inside to tease Caramel further. It was as if he couldn’t resist licking and suckling every bit of Caramel’s balls and sheath before his cock was even shown. When Caramel’s tip began to show Mac was grabbing at Caramel’s belly and trying to pull him down.
“Nggnnn… M-Mac you’re really…” Caramel bit his lip and tried not to moan. He had the sudden fear in the pit of his belly that too much moaning or desire for more would break the scenario, and he would no longer be in control. He kept his part to a mere panting and occasionally reaching down a hoof to ruffle Mac’s mane. His cock was half hard at this point. Mac was now licking his tongue up Caramel’s shaft and nibbling on the head when he could. He squeezed his legs and loosened them every few moments the more teasing his body endured. “You need to put on the lube, too,”
Mac nodded eagerly.
When Caramel scooted his body back Mac was frowning, though the hunger in his eyes still remained. Caramel’s cock was fully hard and laying on Mac’s chest. Caramel grabbed the bottle of lube once again from the bag and handed it to Mac. The workhorse eagerly squirted some into his hoof and began running it up and down Caramel’s cock with one hoof. He ran his hooves up and down Caramel’s shaft, licking his lips as if the taste was still fresh in his mouth. The way he kept occasionally touching his belly with his lubed up hooves made Caramel’s lips twitch and threaten to pour out giggles. Mac continued lubing the shaft and balls of his lover while also tracing circles on his big belly. Caramel squirmed a bit and giggled before finally scooting away even further.
“O-Okay that’s enough lube,” Caramel fought the giggling on his breath.
“Ah was havin’ fun,” Mac chuckled and looked up and down Caramel’s body.
“Doms aren’t ticklish,” Caramel replied. He took in a deep breath before getting off of Mac and looking down at him. His cock was still hard, very much so. Caramel licked his lips slowly before he snapped up the leash again and pulled on it. “Turn over, Frecklebutt.”
Mac complied and turned over his body so the buttplug was facing Caramel. Caramel drew himself closer and stared at Mac’s rump for a few more moments while keeping the leash firmly taut in hand. He grabbed the end of the plug and pulled just a bit. Whatever joking face Mac had on moments before was gone in a sudden gasp of pleasure. Caramel released the plug for a moment and sat there frozen while he waited for Mac to quiet down again. He took out his own cock and placed it against Mac’s plump rump near his hole and grinded it gently over his bright red fur while he teased and pulled at the buttplug.
“Ahhh… nnn… hhhh…” Mac’s moaning pants came in bursts while Caramel tugged at the plug. Eventually he managed to squeeze it out the first inch, and then the rest came out in a pop. His hole looked nice and loose, ready to be plowed by his lover. “C-Cara… just fuck me,” He begged.
Caramel nodded, but first made sure to apply a bit more lube to Mac’s already tired, worked hole before he set the head of his cock up against it. Mac was desperate for his cock inside of him by the way he squirmed and tried to push his body back into it. Caramel grabbed him by both his cutie marks and pushed slowly, the head going in first and sitting there for a few moments while he let Mac adjust.
“Ahh!” Mac cried out. He was grabbing at the grass and ripping it up while he squirmed and panted. Caramel pushed in and slipped his cock into Mac’s entrance. Mac spread apart his legs and pushed himself up a few inches to begin stroking his cock slowly. Caramel tugged at his leash and squeezed his rump, so plump and ready to be plowed.
“Good boy,” Caramel nearly purred the words. Mac replied with a whimpering moan when Caramel traced a hoof at the base of his tail. The breeze was beginning to roll over them. The sun that beat down on their bodies sped up how fast sweat began to pour, though Mac was already worked and tired he still desired for Caramel to continue. Caramel thrust once and Mac covered his mouth with his hooves, but it wasn’t enough to contain his moans. Caramel thrust again, and then another time. He took his time to draw out Mac’s hormone induced waves of pleasure. The feeling of him trying to squirm and thrust the cock into him harder with each hit sent electric waves through Caramel’s body. He leaned over Big Macintosh’s backside and tugged at the collar while he panted quietly. His belly hit up against Mac’s rump and his balls slapped against Mac’s with each thrust.
“Ahh! S-Sugar, it… nngnnn!” Mac’s moaning was only getting louder. By the time Caramel slowed down Mac was simply breathing them out on the end of his breath. Caramel pulled out slowly and felt his cock slip from Mac’s entrance. Mac looked back to him with an expression of question and hunger.
“You need to be kept quiet, again,” Caramel raised his eyebrows and walked over to the saddlebag and grabbed the ball gag once more. He sat down against the fence with his legs spread and cock up. He pat his cock and grabbed it by the shaft. “Come over here, Frecklebutt.”
Mac nodded, though the process of sitting up was slow. His hole was stretched and worn with no release to his dribbling cock. He moved over to Caramel slowly and sat before his lap. Caramel pulled on the leash until he was sitting with both their cocks pressed together. Caramel grabbed his chin and kissed it gently before grinding his cock against Mac’s own for a few short moments of teasing pleasure for the two of them.
It wasn’t long before Caramel began to apply the gag. It went on with ease, the red ball between Mac’s teeth to silence his lustful moans. Caramel slouched a bit and Mac raised himself just enough so he could put the tip of his cock up against Mac’s entrance. He dropped the leash for a moment just to grab both of Mac’s cheeks and spread them apart. It was up to Mac to slide down slow enough to where he was comfortable, though the stifled moans in Caramel’s ear were near musical by the time he felt Mac’s rump hit his balls.
“You’re so fun when you’re horny like this,” Caramel giggled. He began to do some of the work to relieve Mac and grasped the leash again to keep him in his place. He hugged Mac’s body with both hooves and began to push him back, Caramel following until Mac was on his back and Caramel between his legs, his cock still fully inside of Mac. He began to thrust again, this time a bit faster. Mac’s moans were muffled so he took to hiding his face and his blush when the sensations overcame him. Caramel pushed Mac’s legs apart as far as they would go until his cock sat alone with nothing to protect it. Mac lowered one hoof and stroked at it gently.
“Nnnn… mmmm!” Mac cried out. He rolled back and forth a bit on his back in the grass in a way that truly began to remind Caramel of a dog. He was about as whiny as one, after all. Caramel’s sweat was beginning to cling to his fur and the cold of the breeze whipped at him whenever it passed. The fire in his cock begging to be released was only coming faster with every second.
“M-Mac, I’m gonn-”
“Mmmmm!” Mac cried out. Without any sign or warning Mac’s cock shot out several long streams of white that splattered all over his chest. It shot out at least five times, the first one hitting Caramel’s chest by the way he positioned it with his hoof. When he released it it fell and flew up to hit his own face.
Caramel didn’t waste time after that, simply began thrusting faster in the final moments where it would still give his lover pleasure. Mac’s entrance tightened on the final blow of his cock before Caramel could feel the same liquid rise within him. He hunched over and pulled on the leash to keep himself planted before he felt himself cum inside of his lover. His body trembled and shook with the cum leaving him. He pulled out of Mac by falling back and landing on his own back. The ground hit his body hard and the reality of his body being covered in sweat and cum began to dawn on him. He stared up at the cloudless sky and panted.
When he looked over to Mac he saw his own cum dribbling from his hole, Mac much more dirtied than himself. Despite that fact that the workhorse seemed to be recovering much quicker, already sitting up and removing the gag from his mouth, he was still panting with half closed eyes and ruffled fur.
“You alright, Sugarcube?” Mac questioned. He tossed the gag aside and crawled slowly up to Caramel before laying his body down next to him. He stared into Caramel’s eyes for but a moment before kissing his cheek gently.
“I’m fine,” Caramel giggled. He looked up the pathway and sighed loudly, his breath shaking. “Let’s just… get out before somepony actually comes… I do dumb things when I’m horny.”
“Ah let ya put a plug in my butt cause Ah was horny,” Mac smirked down at Caramel. The freckles on his face stretched when he smiled, and it made Caramel’s heart fill with warmth. He reached up both his hooves to grab Big Macintosh’s face and bring their lips together. Mac grabbed his hoof and held it gently before giving it a squeeze and a pull. “Ah can carry ya, if ya want. Ah know ya get tired,”
“Sure, Mac,” Caramel smiled at the other. Mac crouched down and let Caramel slowly crawl onto his back and squeeze his limbs tightly onto Mac’s sides to assure he wouldn’t slip. He kissed the back of Mac’s neck and giggled again. “It’ll almost make up for you cumming without me telling you too,”
“Ya gonna punish me for that?” Mac asked while he gathered up the things that Caramel had left strewn about and began to shove them in his goodie bag. Maybe he wanted to sound nervous, but it only came off as eager.
“Maybe, Frecklebutt,” Caramel tugged on one of Mac’s ears. “Just don’t get cum all over my toys and I might consider letting you off easy.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, Sugarcube,” Big Macintosh snatched up the now full saddle bag and handed it to Caramel. He gave one last look down the path and grass to assure both that nopony was coming and that he didn’t forget anything. “Just don’t make me wear those socks ya bought me.”
The subtlety in this stallion was impeccable.
“You’re giving me ideas already,” Caramel replied.
Author's Note
If this half assed porn gets more views than Blossoming Roses I will literally riot.
Have your fap material while I rage.
