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The Herd-Master's Colt

Part 2

For Repanbo

By Draconicon

Shadolm allowed his colt to rest for a night's worth of time. Considering the regular twilight of Hell, there was little way to tell that a 'night' had passed unless one deliberately tracked the hours. He allowed the hourglass on his desk to turn eight times, however, before he left the mansion and went down to the barn once more. Teleporting about to save himself the effort, he found his colt staring at the different 'toys' in the barn, and he smiled to himself as he crossed his hands behind his back.

Gann had always been a bit too curious for his own good. That was how they had met the first time, when the dragon had been casting about with his magic for a demon to have fun with. Now, here in Hell, the young man was trying to find something interesting in a barn that was kept for the pleasure of demon horses.

The Demon Lord watched as the colt walked between the different leather reins that were hanging on the wall, running his hand along them. The horse's cock was already hard, likely a combination of morning wood and his own excitement for what was coming for the day ahead. Shadolm hid a chuckle as he watched the colt's balls sway back and forth as he walked from one set of equipment to another, knowing that those were going to be emptied by the time that the day was out.

But not before they were built up even further.

Shadolm stayed quiet as the young colt walked from the reins to some of the other toys. The rust-red colt leaned over one of the breeding stands, flat-headed shaft rubbing against the hole on it before the horse pulled away from it with a blush. It was clear that he knew what they were, and just as clear that he wanted to use them. Yet, he had the manners not to use someone else's property.

Then he went to the far end, where there were dildos that were pressed against the wall, dildos that were more often used by the mares than the stallions, but there were exceptions. Gann stared at them, his new horse muzzle falling open as he looked at the thick heads, the long shafts, the bulging medial rings. As the colt reached out to touch them, though, Shadolm disappeared and reappeared, grabbing the colt's hand with a small chuckle.

Gann almost jumped out of his skin, of course. The little colt wasn't used to him doing that yet, and he had been rather quiet.

"Not yet, my little colt," he said, rubbing Gann's mane gently. "They're not awake yet."

"What do you mean, not awake yet? They're toys, aren't they?"

"Not at all. They're horse lovers."

"...What do you mean, horse-lovers?"

"The souls of particularly perverted horse lovers, trapped in horse cocks for all eternity."

"..."

Gann stared down at the dildos on the wall and slowly stepped away from them, just as Shadolm knew that he would. He chuckled, gently patting his little slut on the butt, guiding him back from the wall.

"They're not harmed, and they seem to enjoy it."

"Then why do they get to do that in Hell? I thought that this was supposed to be a place of punishment," the colt asked.

"It is, but this is a punishment of over-indulgence. A loophole, if you want to consider it that way. They get to enjoy it to the extent that they forget anything else ever existed. They wanted it in life, preferring horses to people, so now they have it."

"...That's scary."

"They're happy enough. And they had to be punished in some way, so at least this one doesn't hurt them in a way that they care about."

Gann didn't seem to be fully convinced, but Shadolm had other ways to distract his newest member of the herd. He slowly brought his hand from the muscular cheek to the space between, and his colt jumped as the Demon Lord's thick finger found his pucker, rubbing against it and then slowly pressing inside. The colt whimpered, moaning right off the bat as he hunched his hips forward a few times, almost humping the air.

He pushed his finger in, using that as his lead as he led the smaller horse demon around the barn. They walked towards the wall of reins, and Shadolm looked through them, tapping some of the leather harnesses, then some of the simple rope ones. He hummed to himself as he debated the best one to use on his colt, making sure to hold a few of them against Gann's long muzzle for size and fashion purposes before deciding against them and trying another one.

The whole time, his finger was busy, working back and forth inside of the smaller horse, stirring up his guts, making him moan and shiver as he was teased from the inside. That muscular horse butt pushed back again and again against his fingers, trying to get more than one inside, and the colt's cock was standing up stiff and proud.

I should put something on that, too, he decided, figuring that the big, throbbing shaft probably needed a little decoration of its own.

Finally, he decided on a smooth leather harness. He pulled it down, holding it in front of the little colt's face.

"Step forward, my colt," he said.

"Yes, daddy."

He gently eased the reins along the young man's face, pushing the bit past Gann's lips in a gentle motion. He made sure that they fit properly, and eased the bit to fit to the back of the mouth, where padded sides would keep it from damaging the colt's lips. The rest of it pulled tight to the sides of Gann's face, giving him blinders that would keep him from being distracted from what was to come.

Shadolm stroked under the horse's chin, then along the sides of his face. As the colt moaned happily, the Demon Lord sent out the call, the call to the herd to come to the barn. Through his lands, he could feel the great feet and hooves of the horse demons turning, following his command.

This was going to be a long day, and he was going to want some help inducting this little guy.

As he stroked along the sides of the colt's face and the reins, he leaned in and kissed the colt's nose. Gann moaned, blushing.

"Mmmph, not fair..."

"Not fair, what?" Shadolm whispered.

"Not fair...daddy..."

"That's better."

"Mmmph...are we...gonna have other fun today?"

"Oh, most assuredly..."

He chuckled to himself, stepping back. The colt almost fell over, but managed to save himself at the last second, bouncing forward with the energy that all colts seemed to have. He landed on his feet, and then shook his head, looking around. He blushed, obviously realizing just how happy-horny-trancy that he had become, and rubbed the back of his head.

"That's not fair. You're not allowed to give me more buttons."

"Then am I allowed to give you tons of butt, instead?"

"...No. Not allowed."

"Pity. You'd look good as a pear-shaped stallion," he said, looking over his shoulder. "But then, you'd have to get all sorts of lazy for that sort of weight to pile on."

"Y-yeah, you see, that's not what I'm into."

"You're not into having the sort of horse butt that the whole herd would want to rut?" Shadolm asked, his eyes glinting playfully at his smaller horse. "You're not interested in feeling your rump pushing out, becoming swollen, ready and willing to take one stallion after another, feeling their flares stroking your inner walls, feeling your hole puffing up and getting more sensitive with every rut? You're not interested in feeling their heavy, leathery balls bouncing off of you as they treat you like their mare rather than their equal?" the Demon Lord whispered.

He could see that the temptation was getting to his colt. Then again, with a throbbing horse dick of his own and balls that were all but cursed to be so productive, there was very little that the other guy could do to hide what he wanted from the big horse demon. Shadolm smiled, gently caressing the big, throbbing, flared thing, teasing the horse cock to new heights.

"You don't have to worry about thinking down here, Gann," he said, stroking his fingers just under the flare before giving it a tight, tight, tight squeeze, just like a proper hole would have done. The colt went right up on his toes, panting hard, oozing, thrusting, humping against his hand. "Down here, you are part of the herd. Down here, I am the Herd-Master."

"Mmmph...d-damn..."

"Are you ready to submit to the Herd-Master?"

"Ah...ah..."

"Come on, you can answer," he said, slowly stroking his tightly-clenched fist down that throbbing, ever-more-sensitive shaft. "Are you ready to submit to the Herd-Master?"

Gann moaned out loud, nodding his head rapidly.

"That's what I wanted to see."

He smiled as he let go, bringing his hand back to the reins. The other horse demons would be here soon, and he wanted everything set up perfectly.

He dragged Gann over to one of the breeding posts, setting him up so that the colt's flat-headed shaft was pressed right to the opening. He pulled out a few gentle ropes, the sort that would be strong enough to not break, but were smooth enough to not cause rope burn when they were pulled on. He tied them tight around Gann's ankles, and then the wrists, then stepped back to admire his work.

The colt was tied up to the breeding post, his cock on display, and his ass just as much so. Shadolm wasn't sure if Gann made a better horse than he did a dragon, but he was certainly no worse, and his muscular rump cheeks made it clear that he was a stallion of good breeding. His cheeks were ever so slightly parted by his positioning, forcing his hole out into the open, and it was puckering and clenching like crazy.

Still smiling, he walked back up to his bound colt, stroking a finger down the little guy's spine. Gann shivered with every light touch, and by the time that the Demon Lord's finger hit the base of his spine, the horse was a trembling, moaning mess. His purple tail was flagged off to the side, his mane and tail burning brightly with need and arousal.

"Please..."

"Please, what?" Shadolm asked, trailing his finger further down, rounding the tail before sliding between those lovely, muscled rump cheeks. He traced a finger around that puckering, puffy hole. "Please, what, little colt?"

"Please...please give me..."

"You have to say it, colt."

"Mmmph..."

He wasn't making it easy for Gann, and that was intentional. He wanted the colt to feel all that need, to burn with it, to know just how good it felt to be held down and used by the Herd-Master. Down here in Hell, and even up on the mortal plane, he was one of the most powerful individuals around. Seeing the way that his colt got to act like a brat everywhere else, he knew what Gann needed.

Not control, for control stifled what the boy had.

Not freedom, for freedom meant that he would get himself hurt, and denied that he was still young.

Not even a penned-in fence, for it would keep him from exploring and knowing himself.

He needed a Herd. He needed someone to fight, someone to tease. He needed someone to go to for comfort, and he needed others to comfort. He needed someone to lead, and he needed someone to do the leading.

He needed a Herd-Master.

Rubbing his fingers down along that puffy pucker again, he drew another moan out of the small colt, making sure to keep him gasping, moaning, interested, needy. One push, one prod, never quite sliding in again, making sure that Gann was moaning and focused on his hole more than his cock. When the time came for that first thrust forward, he wanted it to be when his colt was so out of it, so focused on his puckered, puffy hole that he forgot that he even had a cock.

Thinking to himself, he called a brush from the wall, and it appeared in his hand. He dragged it down the side of Gann's neck, drawing another moan from the little colt. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he kept pulling the brush along, dragging it down, then up, then down, then up, always taking his time to make it that much better.

The soft, rust-red fuzz that coated his colt was soon shining like the sun, and he dragged the brush down over the colt's rump, shining it up, too. Gann whinnied softly, arching his back, pushing his butt back slowly.

"You like this, it seems," Shadolm said, knowingly.

"Mmmph."

"You don't get groomed often enough."

"No..."

"I will see to it that you do."

It was a simple promise, and one that he knew he could fulfill. He dragged the brush down through the flame tail, parting the tongues of fire and keeping them from tangling as much. All the while, Gann moaned, particularly as the fingering, rubbing teases kept raining down on his pucker.

It didn't take long for that tail to be perpetually flagged off to the side, either. Shadolm chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he looked at the way that Gann was presenting himself, the little colt moaning, begging like a little mare on her first heat. He slowly put the brush down, stepping up behind his colt.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, daddy...please...rut me..."

"You want your daddy's dick all the way inside you?"

"So bad."

"Then tell me...tell your Sire how much you want it..."

He 'kissed' his colt's hole with the tip of his cock, gently edging the tip of the shaft forward. It was just enough to put some pressure on that clenching, slightly parted pucker, and Gann gasped. The little colt tried to push back, but the ropes kept him pinned in place. It was clear that he had forgotten about the breeding post under him, clear that he had only enough attention for his butt and getting something in it.

Shadolm loved it when they got like this. It meant that they were ready for anything that he wanted to give them.

He stroked the cheeks, parted them as he slowly ground his thick horse shaft between them. The head dripped gently, stroking and coating the pucker with a thick layer of pre-cum that would keep it from getting dried out. The thick smell of horse musk filled the air, and the colt sunk deeper, his head flopping down, his chest resting on top of the post.

"Please, daddy...daddy, I need your cock so badly. Please, let me have it. I've been a good boy. I've been a good boy..."

"Yes, you have."

Smiling softly, he stroked his hands down the colt's hips, all the way down to his ass cheeks. He pulled them apart completely, resting the flared head of his cock against the colt's hole. He pressed forward, feeling that puffy, raised pucker starting to spread. The colt gasped, then moaned, the sound of it getting lower and lower and lower pitched the more that the hole spread open.

"Ah...ah...is...is it in...yet?" Gann asked.

"Not yet. Still opening you up."

"Oh god...it's so big..."

"I am a stallion, little colt," he said with an amused chuckled. "Your Sire is well-endowed..."

And he was, his flare about two-thirds of the way in, and forcing that pucker wide. He had shrunk himself in the mortal plane, allowing the dragon to take it with a bit more ease. Down here, he was taking the full, real thing.

Gann was moaning, gasping, shivering, shaking beneath him, but not once did the colt ask him to slow down or stop. If anything, the little horse seemed to whimper, wanting more, wanting to go faster. Shadolm refused to rush it, however. Instead, he stroked down Gann's spine, calming him, keeping him nice and focused on the feeling of that fat cock tip in his hole, the feeling of being stretched, the pleasure that came with it.

Finally, just as he was about to pop in, Shadolm felt the arrival of the Herd. He thought of the barn doors opening, and they did. The various mares and stallions that were part of his dominion entered, and they smiled at the purple-maned colt that was about to take the Herd-Master's cock properly for the first time. Gann barely seemed to be aware of them, his eyes rolled back in his head, but Shadolm felt his colt's cock throb all the harder, and his ass squeeze that much stronger as the Herd came in.

"And now...be one...of mine."

POP!

The flare finally slipped inside, and Gann almost screamed in pleasure. The colt arched his back as he was finally filled, his eyes going wide as he stared up at the ceiling. His entire body seemed to stiffen and shake, everything going crazy for him. He thrashed about against his bonds, trying to push back for more, but he couldn't get free.

As he tried to swing himself around like a wild horse, Shadolm reached up and grabbed his reins. Just like that. Gann went still, the colt panting through it, but calming down as the Herd-Master whispered to him.

"You're here. You're under me. You are calm. You are controlled. You are safe."

He pulled the reins a bit tighter, forcing the bridle and harness a bit more firmly against the colt's face. The pressure calmed him, making him relax a little, and as Shadolm pushed forward, sinking his cock a bit further into that tight, puffy hole, he felt his colt sag down a bit, getting more comfortable.

Yes, that, was what he wanted. A good, relaxed colt.

He pushed forward gently, allowing the colt to get used to the feeling of his big flare pushing so deep inside. Every so often, Gann moaned, shivered, gasped, but most of the time, he was quiet. Shadolm pushed his hips forward a bit further, grinding his cock into the colt's guts, filling him up.

As Gann moaned under his breath, obviously barely able to take it the way the rest of the Herd had been trained to, the other stallions stepped forward. The little rust-red colt looked up as one of them offered his cock, opening his mouth as soon as he realized what he was being asked for. Sucking began, and the soft, slurping sounds of pleasure began to fill the air.

Shadolm smiled, rewarding his colt for good behavior with a slightly firmer buck of his hips.

"NNNGH!"

It was just what he wanted to hear, the sound of Gann's pleasure as the colt's cock was suddenly brought back into consciousness. The inside of the breeding post was wet and slick, warm and regulated to feel like a good hole. The colt tried to hold back, obviously feeling the urge that all little colts felt when their cocks were squeezed, but Shadolm refused.

He thrust forward again, and again, not just slamming down on the colt's prostate, but forcing his cock forward, forcing him to fuck the breeding post. Each time, Gann thrust forward a bit on his own, his body surrendering to the horse instincts that he had gained with his transformation. Soon enough, there was no more holding back. Soon, the young colt was humping along, doing most of the work for the Demon Lord.

Forward, slam, wet, squelch. The colt's cock hilted deep in the post, thrusting forward until the head popped out the other side, wet and wanting and dripping.

Back, slap, ass meeting muscular hips, rubbing and grinding to get the most of the Herd-Master's cock. Shadolm closed his eyes to savor the pleasure, but he was still aware of everything going on, still held the reins of his little colt.

The Herd was all part of the little ritual going on, all of them aroused by what was happening to the colt. They would come forward, the stallions offering their cocks to be sucked, the females turning around and pushing their rumps in his face. Either way, Gann offered his muzzle to be of service, allowing them to either fuck his face or to sit on it. He moaned through it all, his cock spitting pre-cum through the other side of the post.

Shadolm felt the bond of the Herd in the air, the bond of pleasure, the bond of happiness, the bond of being all together and yet all separate at the same time. They were horses. They were equines. They were Herd.

Forward, back, forward, back Gann's hips went, each time filling himself before thrusting in to fill the post. He was sucking a fat dick, the flare holding his mouth wide open, his tongue flicking along the flat head before it was forced down his throat. The colt gagged, but only slightly, the sort of gag that a happy bottom made when they were given something that was bigger than they were used to and wanted more.

Through it all, Shadolm held his colt's reins, keeping them from sliding, keeping him from slipping. He made sure to let his colt know that his daddy, his Sire, his Herd-Master, was there to make sure that everything was going to be okay.

Eventually, the first stallion had his orgasm, cumming over the colt's face. They were not allowed to cum inside, so they did that, instead. That signaled a cascade of the other members of the Herd doing the same thing, splattering, coating, blasting the face of the little slut. He moaned through it all, humping harder, faster, trying so hard to cum.

Try as hard as you like, my colt; you will not finish before I do, Shadolm thought.

Such was the nature of inducting someone into the Herd. They were the last to finish, and the Herd-Master second-last. It was meant to show them that they were always promised pleasure, that they would eventually get what they wanted, so long as they were part of the Herd. It might be a long time in coming, but it would always be there. They would always be taken care of.

It was not very demonic, but it was very equine. Shadolm preferred the latter, sometimes, and this was one of those times.

He pulled back slowly, forcing his colt to follow along as his flared head dragged all the way back. Gann moaned under him, obviously squirming hard, but there was no getting away from it. His flare was as good as a dog's knot, pulling his partner along with the sheer size difference between them. When Gann hit the edge of his rope-bindings, Shadolm pulled out the rest of the way, his flare making a loud pop as it left that puckered hole.

Not that it was that puckered anymore. Friction and long use had opened that hole wide, turning it gaping. It slowly closed again, but the ridges were completely equine, now, puffy, pushed out like a good little donut. He stroked the wet rim with a finger, and his colt moaned, pushing his butt back again.

"Please, please, Daddy, I'm so close..."

"You will stay that close until we're done."

"Nnngh..."

"Don't worry...daddy's almost ready to cum..."

He smiled, slowly teasing his colt by pushing just the head of his cock in and out, in and out, over and over again. The feeling of the soft, warm flesh of the colt's rim hugging his tip was just as hot as it had ever been, if not hotter as the colt's hole learned its place under a true stallion. In, out, in, out, each time making his colt moan that much more, lean back that much more eagerly into the soft popping thrusts.

Shadolm leaned forward, gently nibbling on the back of his colt's neck, hugging around him and the breeding post. He could feel the hunger, the need, the utter desperation to be filled and taken in. All the excitement, all the teasing, all the gentle touches and warm wantings had been brough to this moment. He leaned down, whispering.

"Do you want to be part of the Herd?"

"Nnngh...yes..."

"Do you want to be part of my Herd?"

"Please..."

"Do you want me to take you in...to make you mine..."

"Yes...please...daddy, make me yours..."

Shadolm smiled, and he kissed the side of his colt's neck. The kiss had just enough of a bite to it to leave a mark, a love-bite, a bruise that would serve as the brand of the Herd. There would be time for a more official one in the future, but for now, he wanted Gann to feel that, to know it to be his mark for now.

He slowly pulled his head back, just enough to stare forward at the rest of the Herd as he started to slam his hips back and forth, going back to rutting his colt hard. Each thrust was a powerful, dominating slam, pushing his cock in up to the hilt and then pulling it back, using his flare to shape and dominate the insides of his colt. One thrust, two, three, and Gann was back to moaning, gasping, whimpering, huffing.

"Ah...ah..."

"Take it, my colt...take it and learn...your place..."

"Yes...yes, daddy..."

He moaned more for Shadolm, and the Demon Lord smiled to himself, taking it as the tribute that he was due. In and out, in and out, each thrust that much more powerful than the last. He groaned under his breath, feeling his balls slapping off of the other stallion's, feeling the colt moaning under him.

That's it...that's it...you're almost there...

In and out, in and out, his shaft swelling, throbbing. He was right on the verge, ready to claim his colt. In and out, in and out, Gann whispering for it, begging for it, his eyes rolling back after hours of being rutted, hours of humping the breeding post. He needed it, too.

So, he was given it.

Shadolm slammed in, hilting himself one last time, and let out a whinny of pleasure as he came. His cock throbbed, his need peaked. Seed, corrupted, demonic horse seed came rushing through his cock, flooding down into the small colt under him. He came, and came, and came, his balls rising up as he flooded a hole that finally, at least in part, belonged to him.

As he filled his colt, his colt came for the Herd. Gann whinnied at the top of his lungs, spurting his seed through the breeding post and onto the floor below. It was completely horse-like in color and consistency, now, with a hint of pink through it to show the corruption that the young colt would carry out of Hell.

He had put in the work, and Gann deserved some mark of pride.

They settled in together after that, with him slowly pulling the colt out of his bindings. The rest of the Herd came in, and jealousy or not, they were all together, holding one another, sleeping together as horses were meant to do. There were pets, there were strokes, there were soft fingers through manes of fire.

They were together, and they slept to firm up the bond with their newest member of the Herd.

Shadolm woke first, as he always did. The stallion extricated himself from the pile of demon horses, cheating with his little shifting abilities. There was a slight change in the positioning of the pile, but nobody collapsed, and nobody was hurt. He smiled at his Herd, and then left the barn.

A thought was enough to clean him from the sweaty session that he had gone through, and he made his way back to his manor. He opened his office, sealing it shut merely by imagining that it had no doors, no windows. It was a sealed chamber, and nobody could get in without his permission. Not even another Demon Lord. He sat down, going through the lists of information that came with running a portion of Hell.

He had made good headway into the day's work when he became aware of a presence trying to sneak into the walls. The stallion turned, looking to where he felt it coming from, and pointed a finger at it. The pressure of his finger on mid-air was translated to a finger on the forehead of the person responsible, and he smiled.

"Colts need to learn not to poke their heads in everywhere," he said.

"You knew it was me?"

"There's only one that tries to sneak into my room."

"Come on. Let me in."

"No," Shadolm said, turning back to the information on his desk. "I have to go back to running my realm for the day. Besides, your summoner's contract is going to expire in approximately thirty seconds."

"...Can I at least get a hug? You know, before I go?"

Shadolm paused, sighing to himself. He supposed that was probably the better way to end this rather than a faceless farewell. Not that he was trying to do that in the first place, either. He just felt that it was better to let the colt sleep, and then maybe wake up in the world above.

But if they must say farewell, he could do it face to face. He would allow Gann that.

With a flick of his will, the colt appeared in his room. Gann yelped, almost falling over.

"How...wow, that's weird. That's not teleportation at all."

"No, it's not."

Shaking his head, Shadolm gathered up the colt in his arms, gently rubbing his back. The rust-red little guy pressed against him, nuzzling and huffing softly.

"Not fair that you're so nice for a demon," Gann muttered.

"Heh. Nice."

Shadolm shook his head. He wasn't as nice as Gann thought he was. Not in a malicious way, nor in a melancholy way. He simply was a demon, and that meant that there were certain things that were going to be part of his make-up.

One of those being various plans of world domination, admittedly, but that was on the backburner for now. Perhaps to be done after certain people were dead so that they didn't cause any moral or emotional quandaries.

He patted the colt on the back, then reached up to tap the little love-bite that still showed itself strongly on the colt's neck.

"That's my mark. Touch it when you wish to remember the Herd."

"Mmmph..." Gann smiled, touching it. He shivered, obviously consumed with the memories for a moment before nodding. "I will. Thank you."

"Thank you, Gann. Goodbye."

The spell ran out, and Gann disappeared in a shimmer of blue. Shadolm leaned back, looking up at the ceiling as he imagined what the colt's master and mistress would think when he returned to the mortal plane having been turned into a demon horse, but he chuckled and dismissed the thought. He had work to do, and he couldn't do the work while laughing his head off.

The End

Summary: Gann's time in Hell wraps up, but not before getting a grand old orgy with the herd.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, M/M/F, bondage, horse, demon, demon horse, breeding post, anal, flare, flare play, corruption, Shadolm, daddy,