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You walk side by side with another stallion, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. You’ve seen him before and easily recognize him as being a Wonderbolt. A part of you had never even considered that you would recognize anypony down here, and here he was, not even bothering to wear a face mask to hide his identity. Granted, you’re sure that nopony down here would risk drawing attention to themselves by blabbing about him being here, as they'd have to also explain why they themselves were here, but still he confidently strode around here brazenly, putting himself at risk.

You’re actually pretty stoked to be here right now, as you were right behind this stallion in line, and while he requested a specific colt, you requested time with any colt at all. Unfortunately, he’d taken the last one through sheer luck. You were about to go to the gloryholes to pass some time, when the stallion had turned around and invited you to share with him. It was generous, but you have to wonder if it was worth it. After all, now you’d need to compete with him for use, and you didn’t feel that you could take him in a fight. Still, better than waiting for a couple of hours for the stallion's time to be up and then waiting for the colt to recover afterwards.

Lost in your thoughts, partially about the buildup to this event and partially about the anticipation, you miss what he says as he pushes open the door to the room. You peek inside, and see the little colt lying on his bed, reading something. He looks up when you enter, stowing the paperback book in a drawer next to his bed. From your brief look, it seems to be a graphic novel with internal diagrams and some cartoon character with a pointer and speech bubbles, explaining something about a girl deepthroating a guy.

He jumps to the floor and bows. “Good afternoon, masters,” he says. It sounds rehearsed, but you want to believe him.

“Evening,” corrects the other stallion.

“Good evening, masters.” He bows again, staying down for longer. “Do you require service?”

The stallion turns to you. “You wanna go first?”

You nod and step forward as the door closes behind you. You walk up to the colt, who remains still, watching your hooves. He shivers a bit, but does not assume your desires, and waits for instruction. Without a word, you lift your hind leg a bit, bopping his nose with your flaccid member.

That’s all the instruction he needs, as he begins dragging his tongue along your skin, occasionally kissing the length and softly sucking on the edges. Either he’s been here for awhile, or he had experience prior to joining up. Perhaps both were true, you had no way of knowing. All you knew, all you needed to know, was that he was already very good at handling cocks.

You were about to redirect him, but realised you didn't need to as he shifted himself up to caress your balls with his tongue, exactly as you were about to command. You hold your tongue for now. There will be time later to demand he try harder. For now, you’ve rapidly become turgid, and you’re feeling ready to begin.

“Climb up on the bed, and lie on your back,” you tell him. With a final kiss to your balls, he returns to the bed, lying on his back, his head draped over the side and his mouth open. “Nice try. Turn around.” Realizing his mistake, he swivels around and presents his arse. He’s already lightly lubricated. It’s old lube, meaning he prepped awhile ago, and was expecting to be used sooner. You aren’t yet ready to do that, though.

You rest your testicles against his, and press your cock against his body. The tip extends beyond the base of his sternum, meaning that if you went balls-deep, you’d be inside his chest. You swing your cock side to side a bit, batting his around. He’s not quite hard yet, but you don’t care. It’s perhaps your favourite part of fucking colts, comparing your dick sizes and always being superior. You don’t know why you take such pleasure in seeing it, but that’s something for a therapist to deal with.

You begin to thrust, rubbing your dick against his. In addition, you close his thighs around you. With every thrust from you, your balls smack his arsehole, and he gingerly licks your tip. He’s definitely a trained cocksucker.

Before long, you feel ready for the main event. You separate his legs and push them back over his shoulders, exposing and loosening his anus. A quick squirt of lube, and he’s ready to take you.

You line up and push your way in. As his body heat wraps around you, You let out a contented moan. Other than your power trip of having a bigger dick than your partner, this is your favourite part. The initial penetration, feeling them stretch around you and pull apart to accommodate your girth. The feeling always takes over your mind as you push and push until they can’t take any more of you.

That’s why is strikes you as very odd that you’ve managed to fit just over half your length into the little guy. You look down, and he’s definitely taken the medial ring, mayhaps even a few centimetres more. He’d probably be crying out right now, but for the hoof he’s biting down on. He even has his eyes clenched shut. You can feel the tip of his tail against your balls. Curious, you press lightly just below his sternum, and you feel him clench against your tip.

You pull all the way out, almost expecting to have damaged something. You weren’t avoiding causing him pain or distress, but you didn’t want to actually damage him. Thankfully, you see no blood, and you didn’t feel any tearing. You remember hearing somewhere that some organs will shift and move to accommodate space, and their locations in the body were typically just suggestions based on where they would be the most useful, and they were made to be able to move around if jostled. Perhaps that’s what was happening; his intestines had shifted to accommodate you. It wasn’t the best explanation, but it sounded like a fair assessment for now. Unless he started bleeding or screaming, you had no reason to believe otherwise.

Despite that, you pressed back in, administered a few hard thrusts, causing him to whimper and moan, then pulled out again. If he was injured, it wasn’t in a way you could see, so it was fair to presume that he was fine. You pressed into him once again and began to pump your hips. Knowing that you could go deep into him without consequence pushed you forward with renewed vim. Despite your brief scare, you’re still rock hard, and it’s not long before you fire off your load into the colt’s gut.

You pull out after a minute and direct him to turn around. Favouring one of his legs, he does so, resting his nose against your ballsack and catching the drips as he waits for your next command. Ironically, you can’t think of anything you want more from him than what he’s already started. Sitting down on the bed and lying down, you issue your next order. “Lick it all clean.”

“Yes, master,” he says, crawling to you. He starts by sucking up and swallowing the biggest globs down by your testicles. He sucks with such force that you feel dry after he leaves an area, not leaving the spot until there’s no cum or saliva. You’re pretty sure the lube they use here is safe if swallowed, too.

When he makes it about halfway up, you smirk at him. “Do you like the taste of cum that’s been in your arse?”

“I like the taste of Master’s cum,” he answers. “I will partake when Master decides that I shall.”

You close your eyes and smile, enjoying the feeling of his tongue against your cock, floppy as it may be. Of course, he isn’t able to clean everything up before the tip starts to drip, but he licks it off your stomach, too.

You’re about to issue another command, but then you hear him let out a muffled moan. You look up to see him tucked under the leg of the other stallion, who’s squeezing your cum out of the colt’s arse and into a basin. To be honest, you forgot that the other stallion was there. He hadn’t said anything for awhile and had been generally silent. Now he was wiping the colt’s butt and balls clean.

“I guess that means it’s your turn,” you say.

The stallion lowers the colt to the floor, sits next to you, and lifts one of his rear legs. “You know what to do, Rumblebutt.”

With a nod, the colt walks over, uses his nose to lift the stallion’s balls, and begins rimming him. With a smile, the stallion turns to you. “How was he?”

“More accommodating than I was expecting,” you admit. “Why don’t you try him for yourself?”

“I already know,” chuckles the stallion. “It just feels good to hear it. You always like to hear when your favourite little cumdumpster does his job well. Gives you a real sense of pride, and you think to yourself, ‘I made the right choice in having him trained here.’ You know what I mean?”

“Yeah,” you say, only half paying attention. Your mind was on having him lick your arsehole clean the moment the stallion decided to invade his arse. Much to your dismay, he doesn’t do that, returning the colt to the first position he’d taken in the bed and fucking his throat. He doesn’t last particularly long, but that’s okay, because that means it’s your turn again.

Except it’s not. Just as you’re lifting your leg, the door swings open, and you’re informed that your time is up.

As you stand up, the stallion kisses the colt’s nose. “I saw you put away that book. I felt that thing with your tongue, too. You’ve been paying attention to the gifts I brought, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Keep up the studies, and mayhaps you could be coming home with me soon.”

“I’ll try, master

This all strikes you as odd behaviour. “Didn’t your dad ever tell you that you shouldn’t kiss a whore?”

The stallion turns to you on his way out the door. “Yeah, but he’s still my little brother.”

You freeze in place for a moment. It never occurred to you that the two could be related. You think back to all the things he’d said. They were brothers. He’d brought his brother here to be trained. He’d just watched you fuck his little brother, and he’d taken your sloppy seconds.

His favourite little cumdumpster.

“Whoa!” you shout, your mind blown. “Wait a minute!”

Author's Note

011 “Rumble” Pegasus, Colt

Bio: Given to the organization to keep him quiet. He’s being trained to be subservient to the stallion that sold him out, as he is to be bought back at a later date.

-Average Pain Threshold
-Loose Anus
-Average Penis
-Good at Multitasking
-Well Trained