Of course, the mares could tap out if they needed to, but using a safe word very likely meant proving oneself unworthy. A mare who disappointed the stallions risked never being invited back to the club. Felix was the least concerned. He had spent many nights in the sling of a sex club across town. He was well aware of how much dick he could take. This was different, though. There would be no flirting, no cruising, no small cocks or awkward encounters. These stallions were chosen for their big dicks, their stamina, and the cum they could produce. He could lay back and be a hole, completely focused on getting plowed and taking load after load of cum, until his guts were sloppy, his hole was gaping, and the air in his cubicle was thick with the heavy male musk of breeding.

Every day since he was accepted into the herd, Harrison had spent time riding his fuck machine, training to build his stamina for his debut at The Stud Farm. Canyon had the least experience, and a naive confidence in himself. He had jacked off four times in the last 24 hours. His dick had been hard for days, in expectation of this ultimate fantasy coming true.

One by one the boys crawl into their cubicle, holding their legs up as Stable Master Adam secures them in place, ready for use. Only minutes later the stallions arrive. Oz had actually been standing outside for ten minutes waiting to be allowed in. The stallions weren’t allowed in before the mares were ready for breeding, but he didn’t want to waste a minute and traffic had been lighter than he expected.

Felix Trainor hadn’t jacked off in five days. He knew he probably wouldn’t last long in his first ass, but he also knew he was good for three orgasms in a night if he were horny enough, maybe even a dry fuck after that. He intended to breed all three asses on the wall sometime before he headed home. Canyon was just a voracious top. He could be rock hard in less than a minute at the sight of a tight manhole. His dick would be sore before he had enough ass. He occasionally wore a rubber just so he could fuck longer but, at The Stud Farm, the fucking is strictly raw, and the breeding is deep. The Stable Master waited until his stallions were all completely satisfied before he capped off the evening plowing his own pent-up load into Felix’s fucked out hole. Six worn out satisfied sluts shuffled out to their cars, headed home for a good night’s sleep.