He stood, shaking, on the small stage in the center of the room the mask on his face blinded him and muffled the auctioneer’s voice. Panic washed over him as the flip of a switch leads to diffused light to bleed through the mask. He didn’t know what was coming or why this had happened to him, but it was and had.

The auctioneer’s voice faded in and out with his labored breathing, the nonconsensually administered medicine made his blood race and his organ swell. He was a ripe stud, strong, good joints, tons of stamina, powerful body and limbs, he would make a good buy.

The auction was calm and reserved, the numbers he was hearing were ridiculous, though the measures to secure him in his auction were equally so. He had received a call saying his place of residence had been burglarized and he needed to get home immediately. When he had arrived and entered his home to find nothing was moved he was drugged.

That was almost five months ago now, at least that’s what he could remember from being administered the same drug so often. He knew no one was finding him, that had set in long ago, he was desperate, at this point, for any sort of existence outside of his cell, a small concrete box designed to keep their merchandise safe.

The gavel was sounded and the auction assistant, a mare, took the reins in his mouth and guided him off to his left through a new doorway. He followed taking timid steps as the light that had bled through his mask disappeared. He was escorted down a hallway, lights passed overhead, it was the only thing his eyes could focus on. The stallion entered a cool damp room, the floor was dirty, he could feel it under his hooves.

He was left tied to a secure post, waiting for the buyer to come to take him. The door shut and he was alone. He pulled on his reigns, he was more than capable of breaking them with enough effort, but he knew the punishment that awaited him if he did.

His thoughts of escape were shaken free from his mind when the door opened again and he heard two sets of hooves. A feminine voice sounded pleased with her new purchase, the other individual was part of the security, smaller than the purchased stud but more than capable of handling him. He was escorted again, a door opened and he felt the outside surround him, it was muggy, cicadas buzzed in the humid night air. He wanted to just take off and sprint as fast as he could and find a lake to swim in. He was pulled back to attention and hurried inside the back of a closed trailer, it was hot, but he had a place to lay down, it was just big enough for the hearty stallion.

The truck started spooking the blind stallion but he was quickly back to resting on the floor getting some much-needed sleep on cry hay for once. When he had awoken he was still blinded in the trailer of the truck. I wouldn’t be for another few hours before the truck and the trailer came to their final stop. The trailer was opened bringing the stallion back to his hooves.

He stood, being able to see nothing but a silhouette of another in front of him. He stayed still as what he came to understand as she came over. She sat before him and raised her soft delicate hooves to caress his face. He flinched away but she coaxed him back to her soft touch calming him immensely. He involuntarily breathed a heavy sigh of relief and the mare chuckled lightly, before standing back up.

The hood was taken off his eyes stung and he closed them again wincing as he opened them slowly. She was older, a unicorn, tall, but plump, a very attractive figure to him personally. He stared back and she did the same with a coy smile. He stayed silent and she did too giving him examinatory looks and a coy smile. Her home was incredibly large and lavish, a truly rich mare. There were dozens of statues and intricate stonework around and on her home. He appreciated it greatly.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of her figure for long, however, the mare had plans of her own that did not include masonry. A little magic gripped the longer hairs on his chin and brought his attention back to her figure, her rear turned towards him as she walked out of the trailer towards her home. He was lead to the side of the home, through a flower garden. The smell was fresh and calming, his tail flicked and nostrils flared as his resistance lowered. She slowed her pace and let the freshly purchased stud take in the surroundings. Her persistence was noted however, his attention was brought back to her shapely rear. His body had been deprived of carnal pleasures for months on end now, her signals were clear to him.

The whole routine had put the very recently abused, scared, and confused stallion into a state of ease, calmness, and pleasure. His body seemed to kick into gear and he felt his loins burn with anticipation. The mature mare was quick to note his visible, throbbing, eagerness. She bit her bottom lip as her own eagerness seemed to throb in sync.

Though her moral quandaries still floated around in her slowly emptying mind she stopped beside her home and turned using her magic to start a nearby hose. The stallion was filthy and in much need of a bath. He sat and watched her as she caringly ran the cool water over his coat and flesh. He occasionally took a drink of the water dehydrated from the long ride. She was very careful to make the water avoid his loins as to keep his interest peaked.

As she moved around him his eyes never took more than a few brief moments to stray from her. He was caught under her spell and she was happy to keep him enchanted. He was soon bathed, his coat no longer sporting dirt stains on his fetlocks or his mane slowly fusing together. He smiled at the mare who smiled back.

She put the cleaning supplies away and walked on the path again, this time no magic needed to get the stallion to follow closely behind. She opened a gate that lead to the expansive backyard.
A stable, small, made many years ago, a relic of a troubled history of the country’s past, sat happily in the middle as the centerpiece of her garden. Despite the rather unbecoming building, he was quickly drawn back to her again his eyes followed the sway of her hips, the flick of her tail, and subtle notes of her mound that wafted into his senses. He was captured by her allure.

He walked closer, he intentionally rubbed their sides together as they walked. She glanced up at him, he looked forward knowing full well what he was doing. Her interest was peaked by the boldness and she continued to the aged building that sat atop a small hill, she took the lead and slowly made her way up shallow stairs he followed closely behind, her tail raised high as the setting summer sun beat on their backs.

She undid a magical lock and opened the sliding door to the stable. The air of the well-maintained building was thick and dry, she closed the door they entered through and proceeded to close and lock the far door and the windows. As she did this he didn’t remove his eyes from her, his gaze trailing her body She took notice of his looks and took him to the center of the building where, a thick, and well-used set of breeding stocks stood awaiting their next victim. She was the victim here.

Willingly, she climbed into the device and used her magic to delicately place the other half of the stocks over her body, and locked it in place, so she was completely at the stallions discretion. He hesitated. She was helpless, forehooves and neck restrained together, her buttocks and tail were locked in place exposing her to him, a padded leather board so the stud may be comfortable while the mare is totally helpless to prevent him from taking her as many times as he desired.

He took another moment to understand what was going to happen, but, her willing smile gave him permission as the sweat on her brow started to drip into her very eager, if not desperate eyes. He climbed on, his massive weight made the device creak and bend as he swiftly entered her willing and ready body. He gasped in shock as he took several long moments savoring the feeling inside of her. She couldn’t help but groan as the hung stallion forced himself inside, the device positioning her and him in such a way to make him penetrate as deeply as possible.

Her panting and lewd moans brought his attention back from his loins. He looked down at the mare, who was panting intensely, her body begging for more as she awaited his pleasure. He reared himself back which drew whimpers out of the mare as his length slowly exited her widened passage. He pulled out only to push himself back inside of her making her hind legs come off of the ground and recoil in pleasure as her body gracefully accepted his length back in.

He reared himself back once more though this time he thrust forward sending the device to squeak in response and the mare to howl in pleasure. He continued inside of her slowly pumping himself back and forth as he, himself, twitched and shuttered with impending relief. He couldn’t help but make low gruff grunts and moans of pleasure as he forced himself powerfully inside of her. The stable was echoing their sounds of pleasure, he knew neither of them would last long. He leaned himself down and repositioned stagnating the thrusting for not but a brief moment before continuing his thrusting faster and with much more vigor.

The world flashed white.

He staggered forward forcing the entirety of his length inside of her as he dumped himself inside of her. His orbs retracted upwards as he expelled his seed, he groaned in relief, resting his weight on the device to take a rest as they both took in their release. The mare was shuttering and gasping for air as she spasmed in ecstasy. He exited her with a lewd pop and the splash of his virility puddling on the floor betwixt her quivering legs. He laid himself down as he examined her

Her entrance was left agape from his excellent length, his seed pouring out of her before her hole clenched cutting off the flow. He smiled immensely satisfied with his work, he looked towards the mare, who was struggling to keep her head up enough to not choke herself on the device and moved to provide his powerful shoulders for her to rest on.

He waited for both of their labored breathing to subside before standing up his stallionhood swinging victoriously beneath him, his orbs still swollen with built up virility, though happily satisfied. The mare smiled up at him from her restrained position and motioned towards her rear. He knew what she wanted from him.

He happily obliged.

Author's Note

Some low brow smut that's been floating around in ye olde skull bowl. Let me know if you like it, want more of it, or have suggestions-- you don't have to let me know...

up to you really.