Author's Note
Warning: The following story you're about to read is currently unedited and contains graphic descriptions of M/M sex. This is for mature audiences only.
It contains scenes of: reverse glory holes,rimming,anal,lots of cum,cum play,oral,sloppy seconds, and being fucked silly. So basically, gay sex all around.
Veiwer discretion is strongly advised.
Entrence Fee is 15 Bits
Typically, Braeburn wouldn’t call himself a gambling pony. He’s not the kind to place bets unless there is a degree of certainty to it. On the other hoof, if he thought something might be worth perusing, then he could take a risk. It’s the reason why he moved out to the middle of nowhere to help build Appaloosa after all. Since there were enough ponies there, with a steady supply of food, water, and a rail line to the outside world – he thought it would be worth it.
Tonight, however, he’s taking on a risk on something that he isn’t too sure it’ll pay off. Inside his barn, he made one last look around to make sure that everything was in place. The imported lock on the side door that opens with a certain number of bits – check. A table with water bottles and jugs of cider – check. Towels – check. Lube and lube dispenser – check. Fresh hay – check. Specially made reverse glory hole in the last stall at the back of the barn – check.
He even had specially made underwear that hid his cutie mark and had his tail tied back. Before he came into the barn, he made sure to shower and douched until he was thoroughly clean.
“Alright… Almost sunset…” He muttered to himself. There was a part of Braeburn that couldn’t believe what he was about to do, and another part of him unsure if anyone would show up. His stomach was filled with butterflies when he checked the glory hole he made one last time. He made it himself in secret, of course. A wooden wall with a padded hole that’s just big enough to squeeze through, along with a padded bench to lay on, a lantern, and three or four water bottles. Over the hole, he added two handlebars. They were added as an afterthought.
“Sure hope this works…”
For Braeburn, it wasn’t the first time he had sex per-se. But what made this different is this would be the first of having multiple stallions over the course of an evening. That is… if anyone would be coming by soon.
The only reason why he was doing this at all was from an observation he made about the town. Appaloosa has a disproportionate male-to-female ratio: about three stallions to one mare. And while it’s no secret that the upstairs of the Salt Lick Saloon has a brothel of six or eight mares – he couldn’t help but notice that not a lot of stallions visited the place. Which made him wonder… What if the males are interested in a different kind of experience?
Yes, it was a hunch. But as a gay stallion who hasn’t had sex for well over a year, he had to test it out somehow. For over a month he spent planning out what he calls a “Barn Party.” From designing the glory hole to publishing a few flyers to be placed tactfully around town – Braeburn plotted out nearly every detail of the event. From building a side entrance where stallions could only enter one at a time, to having an escape hatch, he was determined to have this go off without a hitch.
Then he heard distant hoofsteps and voices coming from outside, heading towards the side entrance. It was now or never. Braeburn scrambled into the glory hole until only his lower half was sticking out. In the dark, he felt around for the matches to light up the lantern. He could hear the clanking of bits that fell into the slot by the time he got it lit.
“Alright…” He let out a nervous sigh. “This is it.”
The plan was for him to stay there silent while allowing Celestia-knows-how-many studs to rut him senseless while keeping his identity a secret.
He heard the side door open, and someone calling out. “Hello? Anypony here?”
Braeburn’s eyes went wide, and for a moment he felt his heart had stopped. Because he recognized that voice! He has got to get out of here now! He tried to scramble further into the room where he could escape through the trap door. Try to squeeze himself all the way before-
“Wait is that… Braeburn?”
Shit…
“Uh…” As much as Braeburn wanted to flee, he knew that he was caught in the most embarrassing position anyone could be in. His ass was sticking out with his tail being tied back to expose everything underneath. “H-Hey Sheriff.”
By then, the side door opened again, and another stallion stepped through. “So where is the-”
“It’s Braeburn.” Sheriff Silverstar said.
“Really? Where?”
“Over here.”
Braeburn didn’t recognize the other voice, especially when he trotted over to where the Sheriff was. He heard a low whistle. “Well hot damn! Is it really Braeburn and not just someone else?”
“One way to find out.”
He felt hooves over his flank, pulling down the underwear that was meant to cover his cutie mark.
“Yep, it’s definitely him.” He heard the Sheriff say, feeling a hoof on the left side of his flank. “Between you and me Brae, Ah didn’t think you’d be the kind of guy that’s into this sort of thing.”
“Well uh… Ah mean uh… Not all… Just that…” Braeburn was stumbling over his words about how embarrassed he was. “Look, ya wanna arrest me or what?”
He heard a laugh from behind the wall. “What for? This isn’t you exposing yourself in public. Just for a… private event, right? Adults only and all that.”
“Still, you’ve got a nice ass.” The other stallion commented. “Would be a shame to go to waste.”
Now this got Braeburn’s attention. “So wait, you both are here for the-?”
“Barn Party. Yeah, if that’s what you’re calling it.” Silverstar answered. “Personally, I’m glad someone had the guts to do something like this. Finally, giving studs like us our own space to have fun, you know? The stupid mayor didn’t think of adding any guys to the brothel, but you – you are a hero for this.”
“Uh… Thanks, I guess?” Feeling that he could somewhat relax, and readjust his hind legs, a thought came to him. “So… Will it be with y’all or…?”
“Don’t know, but I reckon there’ll be more anytime.”
“… How much more?”
“Plenty probably. But Ah guess we’ll see.” There was a pause. “So… Just to be sure of something. Nopony is making you do this, right?”
“Not really. It’s all my idea.”
“And all those bits. Ah mean, fifteen isn’t bad for an entrance fee but… aren’t ya financially stable, are ya?”
“Huh? Well Ah’m alright as is but… maybe a little extra bits is nice to have, ya know?”
“Okay. Just makin’ sure before anything happens. Making you sure that you are consenting to this, right?”
“C’mon sheriff, do ya think Ah would put all of this together if Ah didn’t?”
“Just making sure. Do ya mind if Ah start?” Then he added with a pat, “Ya did clean yourself thoroughly, right?”
“‘Course I did. Besides, Ah don’t see why noOOAAAHHA!” Without warning, Braeburn felt something wet and warm brush against him. From his hanging ball sack, all the way up his taint and over his ponut, he was unrepaired for Silverstar’s tongue. Exploring, circling, and tracing in and around his most sensitive areas.
“Hey, you okay in there?” The other stallion asked.
“Oh, ooh yeah, Ah’m good.” Braeburn relaxed his tense body, taking a moment to simply breathe and take in the sensation of Silverstar rimming him. Feeling that strong tongue wiggle and lap over and around his smooth, fleshy hole. Such teasing coaxed something else out of him. He could feel his stallionhood poking out of his sheath, growing harder with every lick. There was a part of him that wished he could somehow reach down there to pleasure himself. But as his lower half was on the other side of the wall, all that was at the mercy of the stallions there.
“Not a bad cock you got there.” He heard the other stallion say.
“Wha?” Braeburn asked.
“Oh nothin’ just… mind if I sucked you off?”
He felt Silverstar’s tongue retracting from him, “Hey, get in line. I’ve got first dibs.”
Braeburn heard the other stallion snort. “Fine. But at least hurry up. I’m gonna go see what the cider is like here.”
“Whatever,” the Sheriff patted his left flank. “Still doin’ alright?”
“Yeah, yeah…” Braeburn replied, breathlessly. However, in the dim light, he turned his attention to the lantern. “Hey, just a sec before ya do anythin’ else.” Reaching out to strike a match, he heard from behind the wall the lube dispenser going. This meant more than likely that the sheriff was taking this moment to get his member nice and slick for what’s next. Braeburn lit up the hurricane lantern, adjusting its brightness and putting out the match. “Okay, I’m ready on my end.”
Braeburn felt a familiar cool glob of lube from Silverstar’s hoof rubbing around his ponut. A pleasant chill ran up his spine as his hole was being coated and prodded. Oh yes, he was certainly ready for this.
Just then, he heard the tale-tale clink-clink of bits falling into the door’s lock. He didn’t realize that someone else had just arrived. However, given Braeburn’s eagerness to get started, he hoped that maybe whoever it was wouldn’t be the last to fill his-
Then he felt it. That unmistakable head that was just kissing his entrance. Although Braeburn couldn’t see it, he could tell that the prodding, warm flesh was gonna give almost a tight entrance. To his mind, not a bad start for a debauched evening. Though he wondered how deep it would be.
“Ah’m gonna start. Ya ready?”
Braeburn’s hind legs tried to move his flank closer to Silverstar’s, egging him on to rut him senseless.
“Oh yeah,” Braeburn said coyly. “But are ya ready for me?”
There was a playful slap on his cutie mark. “That’s what Ah wanna hear.”
At first, that bulbous head kept slipping around his ponut. Having too much lube, the sheriff’s cock would slip, poking underneath his tail or leaving a slimy trail along his taint. But Silverstar’s determination to bury himself still didn’t stop him from realigning himself and putting more pressure until he succeeded. Meanwhile, Braeburn shut his eyes and tried to relax himself as much as possible. Keeping a Zen-like meditation of deep breaths while his hole was being stretched a little further each time. He wanted it inside him, he wanted to be filled, and he wanted Silverstar to cum inside.
“Ahh-ah…” Then the moment Braeburn was waiting for happened. That duel sensation between relief and being penetrated when the sheriff slipped inside. Silverstar paused when the tip had pushed in for a moment; perhaps taking in the sensation, or more likely steadying himself on the handlebars. But soon, Braeburn felt that cock withdrew before being thrust a little deeper.
Just as the sheriff was starting to get a rhythm in, the side door opened, and another stallion came inside.
“Am I late?”
“Hey ‘Mel. No, things are just getting interesting.”
‘Mel? By that new voice, that could only be… Oh! Caramel!
“So where uh…”
“Take a look. Sheriff’s going first.”
Just when Braeburn felt Silverstar bottoming out, pressing his hips to get his member as deep as he could go, he heard a low whistle.
“Holy shit Rail, you weren’t kidding!”
Rail… Then it clicked in Braeburn’s mind who the mystery pony was. Rail was one of the railway engineers for the Pony Express that he had seen from time to time. Someone that was muscular built and had a reputation for endurance considering that he and a few others had pulled the train along with several cars from Ponyville to Appaloosa.
Yeah, this was gonna be a fun night.
Braeburn’s thoughts were derailed, however, when he felt Silverstar started to increase his thrusts. Pumping into him with every noticeable slap, slap, slap! Not only is he feeling the fullness, but now having that flare messaging his sweet spot over and over while his ponut is ravaged with the pleasing feeling of every thrust. Almost animalistic in his humping, trying to race towards his climax that made Braeburn’s mind go fuzzy.
“Hot damn! Look at ‘em go!” Caramel commented.
“I’m gonna be up next. Besides, you like sloppy seconds, don’t ya?” Rail said.
“In porn, sure. But this is the first time I get to be a part of this.”
“Hey Silverstar, you getting close yet?”
The sheriff didn’t say anything, but instead slammed his hips as hard as he could against Braeburn’s flank. Making Brae scream with every colliding hit, not out of pain, but with pleasure that only a very horny stallion could deliver. And he could feel Silverstar’s flare expanding inside him. He wanted to shout out to have Silverstar cum inside him like a whore – but the thrusts were so intense that all he could do was scream as the flare grew wider and wider until…
Suddenly, Silverstar hilted as deep as he could, and Braeburn felt it. Shot after shot of that viscous cum that spurted inside him. That was what he was after, to have that wonderfully warm feeling inside him while that thick rod twitched with every spurt. Sure, he didn’t came himself, but even when Silverstar gave a few more hard thrusts before withdrawing it, he was already satisfied. Just to feel him withdraw with a rewarding Pop, followed by the tale-tale warm leaks of cum running down his taint and down his leg.
“Oh… Oh phew… Thanks Brae, I really needed that.” He heard Silverstar say, giving a pat on his flank.
“No… No problem sheriff…” Braeburn panted. Feeling his cheeks flushed, he reached over for one of the water bottles as though he had run a marathon. In hindsight, it was a good thing he built a little table thing to lay on. His hind legs felt a little shaky after all that.
“You doin’ okay in there?” Silverstar asked. “Need a break or what?”
Braeburn took a moment to gulp down some water. “Actually… Ah think Ah can keep goin’.”
“You sure?”
“Ha… Send in the next fella.” He imagined that Silverstar smiled. At least, that’s what he thought since he was on this side of the glory hole where he could do nothing but guess.
A moment or so later, Rail walked up. Braeburn gave a low whistle. “Damn, sheriff! You really must have been pent up there.” He said to himself, “So uh… hey buddy. Mind if I clean you up before I have a go?”
“Knock yourself out,” Braeburn told him. He had expected to maybe grab one of the towels to clean the cum that was running down his leg. Instead, he nearly jumped when he unexpectedly felt him licking. Starting from just above his hoof, Braeburn felt Rail giving a long series of licks that ran upward. Tasting Silverstar’s seed and Brae’s smooth legs… then his thighs. Braeburn felt Rail’s snout just underneath his hanging ball sack before Rail licked them too.
“Oooh-ho!” Braeburn shuttered. Feeling that wet but strong tongue lapping over and around for that viscous semen. He let out moans when he felt it run over his more sensitive areas such as his taint, between his legs, and finally his hole. It didn’t last long though as soon as he licked it off, Rail stopped.
“Funny how you still look tight despite the sheriff nailing ya.” Rail commented. “But, I ain’t gonna be fucking you just yet.”
Behind the wall, Braeburn heard Rail shifting around until he felt hooves wrapped over his cock and hot breath over his flare. It’s not often that Brae would receive a blowjob, but when he has someone that is teasing his head that has been dripping pre – well, he wasn’t the one to turn it down. Especially that tongue that licked all about. Circling his head, running up and down between it and his mid-ring. And finally when Rail opened his mouth to welcome him in.
Although his lower half was sticking out, there was only so much movement Braeburn could make when he thrust his hips a little. However, he felt Rail’s hooves that simply held him in place to show that he was in control. But as long as Rail bobbed his head, sinking a little further down his dick – Brae didn’t have any objections.
If anything, Braeburn was loving it. He couldn’t help but moan every time Rail would suck and wag his talented tongue. It wasn’t what he expected to happen to him in a glory hole he built, but he certainly was enjoying this. And Rail was certainly good at giving him head. Especially when he would use a free hoof to play with his balls. Caressing, teasing them, encouraging him to cum.
“Ohh… ahh… Ahhh… H-Hey Ah…” Sooner than Braeburn expected it, he felt his flare getting wider, Rail’s throat getting tighter, and he was on the pleasurable edge of an orgasm. “Ah’m there! Ah’m there!”
Rail withdrew his maw until only his flaring cockhead was just behind his lips. His tongue made circles around it while his hooves jerked him off. Giving Braeburn just enough to push him over.
He came in Rail’s mouth who sucked on his cock to milk him for what he’s got. Rope after rope of his seed was fired in, and Rail drank every spurt. Leaving Braeburn in a moment of bliss, even after those waves of reliving pleasure had subsided. He felt Rail suck on his flare, trying to get out every last drop as he could before he pulled away, no doubt gulping down what he gave him.
“Phew…” Rail panted, “Okay, I’m horny now.”
While Braeburn recovered from his orgasm, he heard Rail shifting around again. The sound of the lube dispenser being pressed, and he waited for what was coming next. As he recovered, he also heard new sounds – new voices from outside and coins being dropped. While his hindlegs were trembling, the very thought that he could have more of this in the space of a single evening was just making him hornier than ever.
Creaks in the wall indicated that Rail was gripping the handrails, and his cock had lined up against Braeburn’s somewhat loosened hole. There wasn’t much resistance when Rail had pushed himself in. He was already slicked enough as it is with the remaining cum inside.
“Celestia, I love sloppy seconds.” He heard Rail say when he hilted himself up to his midring. While Brae felt that he wasn’t as thick as Silverstar, he certainly was longer. When even halfway, he could feel full already. In a moment, Rail started to move his hips, getting into a rhythm that tried to get himself a little deeper.
“Oooh, there! Right there!” Braeburn called out between grunts. “C’mon partner, giddyap!”
Thankfully Rail sped up. Brae’s ass arched back against him, getting that cock to go in a little further inside. “There ya go…” Braeburn said over a husk whisper, closing his eyes. He surrendered to that luxurious sensation of having that hard, long, and thrusting cock rubbing his spot while making him warm that nothing else could.
He was so much in the zone that he failed to pay attention to the new stallions that came into the barn, one by one. It wasn’t that he didn’t hear them, nor did he pick up on who else was here. His mind was fogging up from all this sex that he understood what the phrase “being fucked silly” really means. Having a stud increasing his rutting, Braeburn lay on that padded bench with his eyes closed, forelegs dangling off, and an open smile on his face that didn’t suppress his moans or grunts. His mind had only one thing. C’mon! Cum inside! Cum inside!
Who cares if he felt his hindlegs couldn’t stand or that his ponut was burning with the fire of ecstasy? If these first two cocks felt this good, he could only imagine the pleasures of everyone else in various sizes and thicknesses. He wanted to be used as an overused sex toy for them all like a cheap hooker. Braeburn didn’t care if after tonight he would be walking funny for weeks, all he wants is to feel good and get all of them off.
Speaking of which, Braeburn felt Rail’s flare getting bigger. So much so, that he felt it bulging near his stomach area. Being so sexually drunk at the moment and perhaps without thinking, Braeburn blurted out huskily, “Yeah… Yeah… C’mon ya big stud. Do it. Breed me.”
Whether or not Rail had heard that didn’t matter. A few more hard thrusts and a low grunt later, Braeburn felt that hot load being poured into his innermost depths. It’s not often that he felt this full and being pumped with so much baby batter, but when it happens, Braeburn’s mind goes blissfully blank.
The whole world for Brae goes fuzzy when Rail pulled out and his load starts to leak out when the next stallion – Caramel maybe – walks up and starts stuffing him with his cock. For all he cares, he could stay in this gloryhole forever.
“Brae? Hey Braeburn? You okay in there?”
“Hu… Huh…?”
“Are you alright?”
Blinking, Braeburn looked over at the lantern where it had significantly dimmed. The first thing he was aware of was that his flank was… well the only thing he could comprehend it is being comfortably sore. He was full like coming out of a Hearths Warming dinner, while his flank felt like he had been spanked over and over. Never hand he simultaneously felt so worn out and yet so relaxed at the same time.
“Do you need help getting out of there?”
“Ah… Yeah. You mind?”
There was no answer as he felt someone pulling at his tail. This did the trick to get him to slip out, falling backwards onto the straw, and finding Silverstar next to him.
“Sheriff?” Braeburn blinked. He looked around the barn to see that all the cider he had was gone, straw was pushed around everywhere, and there were noticeable cum stains on the floor as though an orgy had broken out. Of course, he was going to have to clean up but he was feeling drowsy.
“Need some water?” Silverstar asked.
“Yeah, is there any left?”
“Uh-huh. Let me go get you some.” Braeburn watched the sheriff walk to the water barrel and get him a cup. All the while, he couldn’t help but notice that there was a suspicious wet stain that ran down his leg. When he came back, Brae asked what time it was. “I reckon it’s a little after three in the morning.”
“Three? So Ah take it everyone went home?”
Silverstar nodded.
“So what are you still doing here?”
“Truthfully? Since you had been in that hole in the wall for hours, getting railed on like the Pony Express, Ah stayed by to at least make sure that you’re alright.”
Braeburn nodded, taking a drink of his water. “Honestly, as fun as it was – and it was – Ah don’t think Ah’ll be doin’ much for the next couple of days.”
“Oh Ah can imagine. Still. It has got me thinkin’… Is this gonna be a one-night-only or what?”
“Well… Ah don’t think Ah could do it by myself every single night. Maybe Ah could do this… couple of weeks at a time probably. Why?”
“Ah was doin’ the math here.”
Braeburn blinked. “Math on what?”
“Ya see. Just to get in here, ya have to pay a fifteen-bit entry fee, right?”
“Uh-huh, Ah know. Ah installed that lock thing myself.”
“Do you know how many stallions were here tonight? Not counting those that went back for seconds on ya?”
“Don’t know,” Braeburn shrugged, “eventually Ah didn’t bother to count.”
“Thirty-seven. There were thirty-seven, including me that came here tonight. Now, if you were to multiply it by fifteen, do you realize how much you’ve made tonight alone?”
Brae shook his head.
“Five-hundred-and-fifty-five bits.” Braeburn’s jaw dropped. “Which means you’ve made about half a grand over the course of an evening. That’s way more than what the brothel gets in a week.”
“… Holy shit.”
“Ya could say that again. You said earlier that you didn’t exactly need the money. But… What if you could use that to good use?”
“Ah don’t know where you’re goin’ with this.”
“Think about it. Half a grand is a lot of money. For a town that just got started, well… that could go into all sorts of things. Like maybe build a small hospital, or a library even. Not jus’ for buildings either. Not only you could use it for making Appaloosa nicer, but you could easily set up a charity in times of crisis.”
“So… ya want me to use the money Ah’ve earned to help build the town?”
“All Ah’m sayin’ is that what you’ve got has the potential to do some remarkable good. However, just sleep on it. Don’t do anythin’ yet, and more importantly, don’t let anyone know that you’re quickly becomin’ the richest pony in town. All Ah’m askin’ is that if you’re gonna keep doin’ this, why not put it for good causes?”
Tilting his head to the side, Braeburn asked, “Why keep what Ah got a secret?”
“Because ya might end up attracting ponies that will want you for all the wrong reasons. And being so way out of the way, ya can’t be too careful. Now before Ah leave, would you need anything else? Can ya make it to your house like this?”
After downing the rest of the water, Braeburn stood up. While his hindlegs were shaky after the events of the evening, he surprisingly was able to stand. “Yeah, Ah think Ah’ll be alright. Jus’ need ta take a shower before hittin’ that hay.”
“Alright. You take it easy, ya hear?”
After promising that he would, the sheriff walked out of the barn.
Braeburn eyed the slot box that he installed on the door, knocking on it, he heard that it was anything but hollow. It was practically full of bits. He figured in the morning after he had his shower and a good night's sleep, he could collect the money and clean everything up. For now, he put out the lights and closed the door behind him.
As he walked back to his little home, he reflected that for all that was worth – while it was intense, by Celestia did he enjoyed himself. A smile crossed his face, the words of the sheriff still fresh in his mind, he figured that yes – he could do some great good for this town.
He figured… Maybe he should do this again in a few weeks from now.
