The Stables

[Scorpion]

The Stables (Part 1)

Gregory was a shy boy.  At the age of 18 he was still living with his parents and they didn’t know Greg was gay.  His dad tried several things to get his son into girls, once even hiring a whore to introduce his son to sex.  While Greg was terrified, the prostitute, Mandy, was a nice lady, and, although she tried to stir his interest, she may very well have sensed his sexual preference that Greg was unable to perform.  Or perhaps she was just glad, seeing that she had been paid and hadn't had to actually satisfy another John.  Who knows?  Perhaps she saw it as simply easy money.  In any event when the time was up and she and Greg met Greg's father who was waiting in the 'salon' for his son, Mandy made a show of kissing Gregory on his mouth and giving his crotch a grope, thanking him for the hot ride.  

Greg’s dad was more than proud and for the moment was relaxed as it had crossed his mind that Greg might be a faggot.  After all, while Greg had plenty of female friends, he had never had a girlfriend, and certainly (prior to Mandy), had apparently never messed around with a woman.  No, he was a shy and sensitive boy and even at 18 was more into music and the arts than playing football or basketball.  Although unspoken, Greg's father's greatest fear was that his son would turn into a dick-taking faggot.  But after the session with Mandy, Greg's father was fairly sure everything would turn out all right:  his son fucked a whore and he would soon find another hole into which to unload.  Everything was running slowly but on the right course.

Little did Greg's father know that Gregory had his own suspicions.  Greg remembered experienced as early as the age of six when in swim class, he saw this other boy whose name was Alec.  Gregory didn't, of course, have the vocabulary to put a name to it, but he always got excited when Alec accidentally brushed up against him when the two were standing in line waiting to jump from the one-meter board.  Beyond and incidental physical contact nothing happened between Gregory and Alec, but a couple of years later, when Greg was around ten, he recognized the sensation when he found himself fascinated by Mickey, another ten year old in the same class.  While Greg was perfectly happy to stare at Mickey, giving unconscious smiles, Mickey caught-on, and was none to keen for Greg's attentions, so Mickey purposefully and angrily shoved Gregory away, once even giving him a punch in the face.  Although the punch was unexpected and quite painful, Greg nevertheless enjoyed being on the receiving end of Mickey's attention, even if there was a substantial degree of hostility.

A few years later, now 14, Greg truly had a crush on Mr. Wilson, his English teacher.  Mr. Wilson might have been in his late 20s, but he generally wore hot, tight jeans, and, as Mr. Wilson moved about the class room, Greg couldn’t stop but staring at Mr. Wilson's bulge.   Of course Greg's obsession wouldn't end-up going anywhere:  Mr. Wilson was married and had a baby daughter.  He never even registered Greg's interest, but no matter:  Greg utterly idolized his teacher.

About this time rumors began circulating suggesting Gregory was a fag.  His mates in class recognized the difference - when they associated erections with girls, Greg seemed to get an erection when Mr. Wilson passed down the corridor.  Greg's schoolmates took their suspicions out on Greg, slapping him around, ostracizing him, and occasionally dumping him into the school dumpster.  Naturally Greg wanted less and less to do with his schooling, and eventually dropped out early, getting a job at a gas station.  The job didn't, of course, pay all that much, but Greg earned a couple to keep his car running.  His parents didn’t ask him to contribute to rent or food, although his Dad urged Greg to join the Army, believing this would make him a ‘real’ man.

Greg was quite innocent.  He had never seen a gay porn and likewise had never heard about the dangers of unsafe sex.  He thought of rubbers served solely to prevent pregnancies. He had, however, overheard some conversations about club a couple of counties away, some sort of bath house, where guys gathered for sexual encounters - with other guys.  Although Greg didn't know quite what to expect, he decided to make a visit to the bath house on his next day off.

The day arrived and Greg made the trip.  It was a two hour drive, but Greg didn't begrudge the mileage, reasoning the distance reduced the likelihood he would encounter anyone from his home town.  He wore his best clothing:  a white shirt, with some expensive pair of jeans which he thought framed his ass perfectly.  He even bought new sneakers just for this event - not realizing he would take all this clothing off within a few minutes of having entered the bar.

Finally arriving at the town where the club was located, and having even located the club, he drove into the parking lot but couldn't find any vacancies, so he drove through the town looking for parking.  The search was a bit harder than he expected, so when he eventually found a legal parking spot, he parked, climbed-out of the car, only to discover he had lost his bearings, so he approached a small group of guys standing at the corner and asked for directions to 'The Stable'. 

The guys glared at Greg, giving the unspoken message "Get lost, faggot."

Anxiously Greg stepped back to the pavement and tried to get mixed with the crowd.  He felt so stupid.  He left his hometown thinking in a big town as this one, people would be differently, but the thugs reactions were more than just hostile.  In fact Greg realized the thugs were following him.  Naturally Greg was in panic.  What if he wouldn’t find a safe place?  What if he wouldn’t reach his car?  What if they beat him up or kill him for being gay?  What if their parents found out the reason for his death…. and while those ideas were spinning in his head ‘The Stables’ appeared before him.  He couldn’t believe his luck.  He hurriedly entered the premises.  As he stepped through the door he glanced back and saw the guys disappearing into the crowd.  Their victim had escaped.

“Well, well…. aren’t we excited….. you are quite heavy breathing…. are you a mare, or a stallion?” the cashier asked.

“I…. I am…. what?” Greg asked.

“Oh dear…. your first time?” the employee asked.  Greg simply nodded.  The guy behind the counter inspected Greg, recognizing by Greg's walk, but his discrete glances, by his delicate mouth, that Greg would be on the receiving end that night.  "Well, if you want to get fucked, then you are a mare…. if you fuck, then you are a stallion. It is not so difficult.  We got this pink bracelet for mares…. and the blue bracelet is for studs,” the guy explained.  Greg caught-on, and both he and the clerk simultaneously said the word 'Mare'.  Paying the entrance fee and now wearing the pink bracelet, which was sealed along around his wrist, the clerk giggled as he explained “Without this wrist band the party will be over for you.  So no switching.  You are a mare!”   The clerk gave Greg a key to a locker and a pink towel, as well as directions to the locker room where, the clerk instructed, Greg should strip and then move to the party in the basement.  With a final “Enjoy the party,” the clerk got busy folding towels.

As he walked down the staircase into the basement Greg's heart was almost jumping out of his throat.  Arriving in the basement Greg found the space was quite dark, although he could see several corridors in which, he surmised, he stood a good chance of finally getting fucked.  He also found a bar.  "First timer?” the bartender asked.

“Is it so obvious?” Greg answered shyly.

“It won’t be in the darkroom…..” the bartender laughed.

“Darkroom,” Greg repeated the word.

The bartender watched at him, as if Greg just stepped out of a spaceship.

“Yeah…. Darkroom.  A dark room, where you can empty the dicks with your mouth or your ass….. are you for real?” he asked.

“Sorry mate, but this is my first time ever in a big town.  I have never ever seen a place like this.  This is amazing.  I can get filled up here,” Greg’s remarked, his eyes glittering with excitement.

“Filled up….” the bartender repeated the words. This kid had no idea.  Removing the bowl of condoms was on the counter the bartender recommended “You should not start with the darkroom.  Were I you, I would start with the glory holes where you can concentrate on one or two cocks at a moment.”

“Glory hole….” Greg said with awe in his voice.  "What’s that?”

The bartender looked around as if he was searching for the candid camera.  He told him to sit and take a drink, he would explain it to him in a second, but before he paused to speak with Greg, the bartender stepped aside and spoke with the barback saying "We have some fresh meat, here.  Go find the poz stud and let him know a negative mare is waiting for her fillings."

The barback delivered the astonishing message, and promptly several blokes were checking the undamaged merchandise.  Greg didn’t know which way to look, but he still wore his pink towel about his hips.  The mass of blue bracelets made it clear the room was full of stallions.

“Are you still willing to let dicks poz up your mare ass?" the bartender asked.

“I 've never had a dick up there.  Will it hurt bad…. ? Gregory replied in a whisper.

“I will help you with that.  Get this towel off then sit down again," the bartender advised, adding "Just slip a little bit back on your stool, so your ass is accessible.”

One Greg was in position the bartender announced to the room that he would prep this new recruit for his deflowering, making it crystal clear he would lube this virgin ass for his first of many poz rides.  With that he squatted behind the stool. his tongue delicately licking Greg's exquisite cleft.  

Greg thought he had died and gone to heaven.  The bartender was lapping over his opening and pulled his ass cheeks further apart.  He pressed his tongue inside this virgin’s ass and tongue-fucked him so hard.  He smelt the overwhelming scent and sucked out the innocence of this first-timer.  He loved the way the sweet ass tasted, and started use some lube on the twink.  He turned back to the other studs and showed them his two sharpened fingernails, which would be quite helpful for the upcoming task.  While lubing the guy up he started scratching the intestinal walls.  The nice feeling Greg had felt gave way to the pain, while the man behind him tried to scrape and claw the intestinal walls for only one reason.  Instead of telling Greg the truth, he explained it would hurt, because it is the first time he was prepared for some serious poz fucking.

“Man, I can’t wait to get all your poz dicks up my ass,” Greg announced proudly.

"You could use rubbers, of course," a voice called out.

You could hear a pin dropping to the ground while the guy who had suggested using a rubber was immediately hustled out into another room.  Fortunately Greg was oblivious to the commotion behind his back as he was struggling to endure the pain associated with the bartender's preparations.

“I am your mare, but I won’t get pregnant, that’s for sure” Greg shouted out.

"The boy's got it damn right," someone groaned.

"Yeah, well, he's still gonna get our babies," another man added.

A third suggested "Fuck the little brat.  Pump him up with premium poz seed."

Getting to his feet the bartender explained to Greg "I'm going to help you in the stall. You should concentrate on relaxing your hole so you enjoy getting pozzed," as he gave Greg some additional finger-action.  After a couple of minutes of vigorous action he withdrew his fingers, showing his bloody digits to the othr stallions.  The boy was already a mess.

Then it all happened quite fast.  While the barback led Greg into a stall, the stallions crowded into the adjoining stall, all intent of watching Greg take it up the ass.  Greg, of course, was extremely excited, and noticed a television screen which showed a gay porn movie.  For the first time Greg saw guys actually fuck each other in the ass.  The barback, meanwhile, pointed to a hole in the wall of the stall through which the first hard dick was protruding.  A thick and long dick which was ready to plumb the cunt into which it was ready to dump its toxic gift.

“But I won’t see them this way,” Greg complained.

“Believe me honey, most times you don’t want to see them in broad daylight.  Besides, the anonymity is a big part of the fun.  This way you concentrate on your work, which is draining dicks.  It doesn’t matter how cool the guy in the other stall is, you just have to squeeze his dick with your cunt and accept his load.  Then the next will deposit his load and so one and so on.  This is your job!” the barback explained, adding “If you need more lube tell me.  It doesn’t help anyone if you tolerate the pain for only one or two dicks.  Your job is to empty the balls of every guy who wants to fuck you, no matter the pain.  As a mare you are advised to accept and receive.  And it's my job to lube you up whenever you need it.  The guys have to wait then until you are ready to get your next poz load.  That is all that matters."

Gregory nodded, and presented his ass-cunt towards the dick protruding through the hole.  The barback helpfully assisted the fuck stick to find its way home into the mare, as slowly, very slowly, Greg received one inch after another, even if he moaned in genuine discomfort.

“Oh man…. this fucker is tight…. I can’t….. oh fucking god….. sweet jesus…. I think he pinches my dick off…..” the stallion panted loudly.

“Baby….. push a little back.  Try to relax and let this guy enter you completely,” the barback recommended, applying a bit more lube on the invading dick.  Only half of the nine inches had entered the young one's body, but the barback could readily see the bloody streaks.  He had done a great job and was proud of himself.

While thinking of that, he decided he would help Gregory a bit more and so he squat in front of the twink and pushed against his hips and finally more inches entered the abused hole.  Greg couldn’t help but to express his pain and groaned loudly.  On the other side of the wall several guys cheering and even the bartender praised the good job Greg had demonstrated.  Greg, of course, believed every word he was told.

[Docebrown]

Great start to this guys pozzing. Hope the next will be as hot

[bareall77]

The mare and his stallions. Fucking nice!!

[Hellboy]

hot dude

[RotzBBengel]

FUUUCK, that's hot! More pleeease!!! 

[roguematrix]

This puts me in mind of those Czech porn vids of the sex houses with the guys that are only visible from the waist down and are strapped in getting bb and bred by whoever pays. Super hot

[Gaywhore]

Wow, love this story. An innocent faggot boy gets pozzed so hard and rough. >Mmmmm.

[TTFN]

mmmmmmmmm  Scorpion at his best.

What a great way to lose your cherry to be a mare gangbanged by a herd of Poz stallions and an assistant to make sure that you get pregnant. :grin:

[breedmebare]

What a great story,hope there is more, I am definitely a mare and love being gang fucked

[backpackguy]

Luv this story....sizzlin!!! Mares and Stallions is one of my favorite games....whineeeee....!!!!

   

[Guest Bbcumslave1998]

I wish I was a mare there

[Painblioux]

Fuck,  I want to be s mare to a party like that.  I also want to be one of those btms strapped in and waist down sticking through a big glory hole for breeding by anyone who pays like the czech vid.  BOTH are a MAJOR fantasy of mine I want to make reality.  ANY HELPERS?

[HotAssGuy]

HOT as fuck! Need my neg hole filled with poz loads!! ASAP

[Guest Bbcumslave1998]

Part two please 

[Guest Bbcumslave1998]

Please continue this story