This choice: You get squeeze under is foreskin • Go Back...Chapter #9Tucked into stallion's sheath by: Unknown ...you got stuffed under his foreskin.
When you thought that your torture couldn't be any worse, the constant rubbing drifted your body closer to the root of the horse's member. There by some luck (or maybe rather mischance) part of your body got caught into a gap which was created for a moment on the edge of the stallion's foreskin. Once the gap closed again you got pressed between the two walls of horse flesh... Immobilized by the inter part of the foreskin and the deeper part of the cock.
The stallion almost achieved his climax when that happened but now when your body wasn't no longer itching the head of his cock, he stopped rubbing. Neighing and panting heavily after his cock rub the stallion slowly standed up again and then looked at his sheath which was now almost fully erected.
Lying motionless, your vision was fillet with the only thing: A bottom part of the huge.. Tremendous.. EQUINE.. DICK - an organ with you slowly started to don't like. Because: You have been slapped by this dick ... You have been oozed by this dick... You have been flattened by this dick... (Technically) you have been fucked by this dick... And now you have been stuffed by this dick into its lair... You smelled like this dick... You had to breathe air scented by the musk of this dick... And now, you have been forced to see only this dick... You hated THIS DICK. And if you had a strength for it, you would be sweering... Not at this horse himself, but at his stupid, long, back-pink and smelly, fucking cock.
When you finally caught your breath: you started to crawl. You wanted to get out. You had enough of this stallion and his privates. You didn't care that when you crawl out from this fleshy prison you will fall and die. You really didn't care about death now... You just wanted to end this suffering.
So you mindlessly crawl, getting closer to edge with every move of your tired limbs. And then after many tedious moments you get to edge. The last section of the way got a little bit easier because the erected wood created a room in the bottom part of the foreshin, so you weren't pressed on the flesh and if you had energy for that you would be able to ever stand there, but you didn't.
With your last strength you reach out your arm... A last gesto for getting freedom...
But then you noticed the mass above you began to decline. Without stimulation a stallion's dick softered and bent down. The room where you have been closed as the cock was hanging down once again. You tried to exceed the last bit to your freedom, but the genital muscle laid at you and you have been sandwiched once again.
Then came the inevitable: The penis above you started to move... Pulling itself back into its sheath - taking you with it. As you get deeper and deeper, the heat starts increasing and the musk with humidity as well. You cried and if you could you would scream: For love of your parents... For love of God... For mercy. But you couldn't and if you were still able to do so: the flesh around you muffed the sounds.
The stallion sigh when his prick finally slipped back -letting out only the head of the cock once again- and then with happy neigh he finally started to walk towards the pond where he originally wanted to take a drink.
As the giant traveled to his destination: you traveled too but by force of his muscle to the deepest part of his penis root. And also that you got there after a while. Now... In the dark chamber, surrounded by moisture, musk and sounds of his body: you sat down at your rump you finally emotionally broke and started crying. Even though the air was as breathable as it was, it was clear that you're going to most likely die in there. And because nobody knew that you're there - not even the horse himself - you'll be forgotten and left there probably for eternity after you perish.
After you wipe your tears, you lean on the pulsing spongy surface of the equine prick. And as you started to calmly breathe and your heartbeat synchronized with the stallion's massive blood pump, you started to rest. And then you realise how calm it was in there. If you ignored the smell you cloud said that this is like a sauna... But made of living tissue instead of polished wood. "...And without lighting." you whisper for yourself. And actually after a while you started to feel sleepy... So you did what others could consider foolishness: you lie at your back and - lulled by pleasant warmth and gentle movements of the horse insides with the calming rhythm of his body - you fell asleep.
As you slipped into dreamlands the stallion meanwhile - still unaware of your presence in his sheath - went through his weekly routine and did what other feral horses did: he was grazing, drinking from the pond, he rolled in the dust and watched other horses and other animals in other parts of the field. Today he seen a four horses on other shore of the pond: Two arabs - one stallion and other was a mare- one Warmblooded mare and in the end two Shire horses (whose genders stallion discovered when they started breeding), and then he saw a flock of cows (which he wasn't sure about if they are dairies or bullocks) and then some anthros with their dogs. But what was interesting for the stallion: That some animals were seemingly obsessed by something on the ground. It looks to be something very small because it wasn't visible by naked eye.
But whatever those animals had fun with, he wasn't interested in that. Because even if he would be able to get close to them and see those things too, he was pushed by time. The daughter of his owner didn't like it when he was getting back late into stables. And he knew that it wasn't wise to make that demonic pussy cat angry. So he turned to the direction where he came from and headed back to stables.
You while that got yourself a quite good nap. Considering that you got to your possion around 10am and then you woke up almost at 6pm, you have been sleeping inside the stallion for a venerable 8 hours.
It was hard to wake up, because there wasn't any sunshine which would force you to stay awake. But in the end you yawn and stretch. "Looks like that wasn't just a nightmare." you said as you realise that you are still inside the dark fleshy chamber. You sat down for a while and then you realised that you could light up this place. So with that in mind you fumbled in your pocket and pulled out an unused glowstick. You take it with your both hands and then with crunch you start a chemical reaction inside the stick's mix.
"EWWW'' you shouted as the greenish light enlightened the fleshy walls with flowing liquids and pulsing veins. And then you looked at your left and sight that came to you made you sick. There... squeezed by the fleshy walls were big chunks of something thick made of dirty white/grey/yellow matter. "Wait... is that?" you observed the chunks. And then you almost vomit as you realise what it is. It was smegma. A gross waste product of every man and male. A dead cells seated under the foreskin, with only cause genital diseases. And this stallion had a lot of this matter, which was sometimes called 'Dick-cheese' due to its visual similarity with whey. "Do doubt that this beast has such an unhealthy looking cock when he has a whole cheese factory in there." you said. "Damm, who owns you, buddy?"
You slowly stick one finger into one chunk of the smegma... and you quickly wish that you didn't, because your finger broke through the semi-solid matter. You cleaned your hand and then you started thinking. You remembered your idea about healing this horse. And maybe when you are already there you could get rid of his cheese. So - even with doubts - you standed up and begin your job.
The stallion was almost at the yard of the stables, when he felt something moving deep inside his sheath. He then stopped his trot and looked at his penis commuting from the foreskin. To his amazement he saw how some unseen force was pushing down a chunks of pus from his member. That unseen force was you, who used his all strength to clean dick of this four-legged omnivorous beast. And after his wood erected once more you then had an easier job to throw away the rock sized dick-sheeses. And even when you were unaware of it: This was a moment when the stallion noticed you... You: For him a small ant on the upper part of his prick.
With his big and sensitive ears the stallion was able to hear your voice as you blab for yourself about the cleaning. He smiled when he realised your voice as that one which he heard back on the field. And he began to suspect something when he remembered the behaviour of other animals he saw.
So to make your job easier and safer: the stallion constricted his cock, like if was going to masturbate. But instead of beating it on his abdomen he keeps his dick still as a stable platform for you. Watching you while you did your thing.
After long minutes of work you wipe your sweat. Sweary from your heavy work, you sit on the spongy surface of the equine penis.
You sighed: "That was the last one." and when you said that everything started to shake as the stallion ___________ with you still on top of his cock.
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