Tender Blood

They took their time preparing Trenderhoof’s ponut. “I wouldn’t want to break my new toy right away, after all,” said Blueblood.

“Right away?” said Trenderhoof.

“We never know what the future holds, do we?” said Blueblood, pressing a modestly sized butt-plug, soaked with lube, against Trenderhoof’s rosebud. Trenderhoof bore down, and the little bulb slid inside of him with ease.

“Oh, you're an experienced commoner slut, I see,” said Blueblood. He pushed the butt plug in and out with his magic, rolling it out past the cusp and then sliding it in, teasing Trenderhoof’s asshole. He wriggled in behind the smaller, brown stallion, and began to lick the cheeks of his ass and the backs of his thighs. He lifted one ball with his tongue, weighing it, then sucked it into his mouth, rolling it against his tongue.

“Ohhh… sullying your perfect royal lips with a filthy commoner ball, there, your highness?” groaned Tenderhoof, arching his back with pleasure.

Blueblood let the ball slide out of his mouth, dripping wet, a string of spit linking it to his lips. “Tell anyone, and I will have your horn sawn off.”

Trenderhoof decided to keep his mouth shut for a little while and see how that worked out.

The prince was clearly an aficionado of commoner balls — He worshiped Trenderhoof’s for almost half an hour, licking and sucking them until they were soaked with spit. They played with the butt plug while he did that, until they both grew bored with it and switched to a realistic dildo with a wide flat base. Blueblood popped the flare in past Trender’s opening, and then pushed it slowly in up to the medial ring. He pulled and pushed for a while, until Trender started to beg for the rest. Then he pushed the rest of it in all at once with his magic.

“Ouch,” whimpered Trender.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” grumbled Blueblood. "You asked for it." The prince stood up, and walked around to where Trenderhoof’s muzzle was buried in the sheets. Trender’s eyes tracked him as he walked around, following his massively tumescent and fully flared member nervously. His throat was still raw from earlier; he didn’t know if he could take another round of face fucking.

“You will find the royal balls need attention,” said Blueblood. Well. That was easy enough. Trenderhoof nuzzled Blueblood under the base of his shaft, and ran his tongue over the curves of those big, fat, tight, sweaty balls. Trender’s whole body shivered — these were truly a magnificent pair of eggs, perfectly ovals and covered in soft white fuzz. Blueblood groaned with pleasure, and rammed the dildo into Trenderhoof’s ass, mashing the base up under his tail. Trenderhoof felt Blueblood’s massive shaft resting on top of his head and the back of his neck, thick, pulsing, drooling pre onto his withers and back. As much fun as he was having licking his balls, he needed that inside him more.

“Fuck me,” begged Trenderhoof.

“Impertinent,” groused Blueblood. “I did not ask you to beg.” He dragged the dildo out of Trenderhoof’s ass, medial ring and flare straining at his ponut. Trenderhoof felt himself begin to wink closed, but before his body could finish Blueblood pranced around in a circle and thrust the flare of his cock up under his tail.

“Oh Zacherle… sweet fucking Zacherle!” hissed Trender, as a single thrust of Blueblood’s powerful hips drove that flare inside of him. His lube-up ponut was technically ready for the royal cock, but really nothing could prepare him for something that thick. His asshole ached as Blueblood thrust into him, jamming deeper into his guts with every thrust.

“Too big…” hissed Trenderhoof. “You’re too big. Oh Faust don’t stop!”

“You are far too talkative, filthy commoner,” said Blueblood. Trenderhoof gulped as the dildo, dripping with lube and not smelling all that great, levitated in front of him and turned it’s flare towards his face. He opened his mouth to beg the prince to stop, but Blueblood heard the intake of breath and pushed to dildo into Trenderhoof’s open mouth. Trender gagged in disgust, and cringed, but there was nothing he could do to keep it from happening. His hoofs scrabbled on the bedsheets, but the massive cock up his ass held him in place. He tugged at the Dildo’s base with his telekinesis, but Blueblood’s magic was too strong.

“Oh yes. You cunt. You whore. You nasty little slut. This is how we treat ignorant slatterns who strike their betters. Never forget that.”

With a few more thrusts, Blueblood’s balls were slapping Trenderhoof’s own, every thrust knocking him forward into the dildo in his throat. He gagged and gurgled around the toy. Blueblood ground the base against his nose, driving both his cock and the dildo in as far as they would go.

This experience was at the absolute limit of what Trenderhoof could handle, in terms of roughness, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t loving it. His cock pulsed so hard it ached, the flare dragging back and forth across the bed as Blueblood rutted him, leaving a trail of pre behind. Deep in his ass, Blueblood’s medial ring was at the perfect depth, plucking at that one, wonderful spot in Trender’s guts. The pain and the verbal abuse ticked something primal inside of him, something that longed to be used and degraded. Maybe Blueblood was right. Maybe he was a nasty little commoner slut. It had a certain ring to it.

“Oh… you’re so tight. You feel so good around me. You’re a good little cum rag. Tell me how much you love it.”

Trenderhoof could only gag and gurgle around the dildo.

Blueblood snorted, and pulled it almost all of the way out. The rubber flare was still blocking his lips, but his tongue could move. “Again,” hissed Blueblood.

Trenderhoof gurgled incoherently.

“Oh yes. Yes! Tell me you want it. Tell me you long for my cum!”

Trenderhoof groaned. I can’t beg for anything, you royal idiot, he thought. Anyway, he didn’t want Blueblood’s cum just yet; that medial ring was plucking at the special spot, making him burn, making his limbs shake. The fire built in him, sweetened by the pain and humiliation, growing into an inferno, and then he was screaming into the dildo in his mouth, his balls clenching, and he came, cum spraying out across the sheets, splashing his chest, pooling up on the bed.

Blueblood gasped as Trenderhoof’s ass clenched down around him, and threw himself forward, driving Trender down onto the bed, mushing his own cum into the brown fur of his barrel. Blueblood hit his ass with several dozen short, hard thrusts, and then the larger stallion started shaking. He bit Trender on the ear, hard enough that it bled, and ground hims down into the mattress. He held him there, gasping, until Trenderhoof almost smothered, darkness closing in around his eyes as he struggled to get his snout out of the cum-soaked sheets so he could breathe. Then Blueblood flopped to the side, gasping, and Trender could breathe again. At least, he could breathe through his nose.

The room stank of stallion sweat and cum. Trenderhoof’s whole body ached from rough handling. He grabbed the dildo in his mouth by the base and pulled it out. It just kept coming and coming, and when the thing finally popped out of his throat, it was soaked in slimy drool. “Was… was it good for you, your highness?” rasped Trenderhoof.

“Ngh mngh ngh,” mumbled Blueblood, and fell asleep.

Trenderhoof chuckled, and rolled over to spoon with the big, sleeping stallion. His eyes fluttered closed. The thought crossed his mind that the naps after might be the best part of gay sex. Then he fell asleep with Blueblood’s cock still half up his ass.