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Flash Sentry gave a little whimper. He couldn’t help but get anxious around other ponies. And here, in this sanctuary of kinky debauchery hidden deep under the waves off the coast of San Fransciscolt, not only were there other ponies, there were other ponies free of the constraints of social inhibition. He felt more than a little out of place here, his eyes darting about the domed underwater garden, eyeing the various ponies. There were some chatting idly by the public bulletin board, some kissing passionately on a park bench, and there was a trio engaged in a very intimate public display of affection in the gazebo. Flash Sentry shuddered a little at the mewls and moans of ectasy he could hear over the splashing of the nearby fountain.

“Sshhh,” he felt a strong hoof gently pull his chin up, bringing his gaze back to a pair of bright eyes glimmering teasingly behind a black mask. “If it gets too much again, remember, just look at me, love,” he whispered softly in his ears, his breath tickling his fur.

Flash relaxed a little as he felt his Master’s reassuring grip on his leash. His anxiety melted away into that familiar warmth of the admiration and affection he held for the loving stallion. He walked with a little more confidence as his Master pulled on his leash, guiding him down the garden path towards the Sunset Pavilions. Behind him, with his leash in his grip, he was no longer out of place; He belonged.

They made their way past many other masters and mistresses with their subs, some similarly being led on bridles or leashes just like him. But Flash couldn’t help but feel that his was extra special, even if deep down he knew it was probably just a feeling. But he allowed himself to savour the feeling anyway.

A trot through the pavilion’s corridors and an elevator ride later, they emerged into a room labelled the ‘Sunset Den’. Flash’s eyes widened at the sight. Stallions lay shackled to aisles of padded benches, their hind legs bound wide open, their malehoods and tailholes fully exposed to the tender mercies of their masters and mistresses. Flash couldn’t help but let out another little whimper. He didn’t even notice his Master talking to the maid pony at the reception desk until he returned with a tray bearing an assortment of toys.

“Sshhh.” Flash felt his soft, warm lips meet his in a gentle kiss, quieting his whimper instantly. “Remember, look at me.” His Master reminded him. He felt his anxiety melt away into his touch, just like magic.

With another gentle tug of his bridle, he allowed himself to be led down an aisle. They found their way to a free space between two other couples. The one to the left was tugging hard on the chains binding him, moaning into his bit gag orgasmic bliss as his master’s enormous cock spread his tight tailhole wide. The one to the right was straining his hind legs against the spreader bar that ran along the entire aisle as his mistress milked his balls and prostate, forcing him to empty his cum through a chastity cage.

Flash couldn’t help but feel self-conscious of his own body, his cock bound in its chastity cage feeling meagre in comparison to those around him, his own tailhole not nearly as pliant.

As if reading his thoughts, his Master’s hoof traced a hoof over his rump and balls, emphasizing curves that Flash always needed reminding of. His forceful hooves gave his balls an impatient little squeeze, eliciting a moan from him. “I can hardly wait to play with these,” he growled in his ear. “Don’t make me wait to ravish you, love. Get up on the training table.” He tapped his whip on the bench, indicating where he wanted him.

He quickly leapt to attention, easing his rump onto the bench. He felt his breath taken away as his Master pushed him onto his back. Flash’s heart pounded as he watched his Master climb onto the bench himself, practically mounting him from above. He felt him pull his left forehoof up to meet the chains hanging from above. With a click, he locked his forehoof cuff, pulling the chain taut. Then with an impatient grunt, his Master lifted one of his hindlegs into place on the spreader bar running down the aisle. He pushed on Flash’s inner thigh, forcing him to spread himself wide open, before securing his hindleg in place. Then he repeated the process with the other hindleg, making sure Flash was stretched wide open, his quivering tailhole in full view.

Flash was just wondering why his Master left his right hoof free when he let out a little hiss at the feeling of his chastity cage being unlocked and released. It was dropped in the equipment tray to one side along with its padlock, leaving his sheath exposed to the open air.

“You need to be nice and stiff for me to lock you in,” his Master chuckled, pointing between the open cock ring hanging from the spreader bar between Flash’s hindlegs. “Go on, get hard for me,” he ordered. That was when he realized why he left him with one hoof free. He quickly reached down for his cock, eager to do his Master’s bidding. He gripped his sheath, tugging and rubbing it as hard as he could with an almost zealous fervour. He grunted and whined as he put in more and more effort, and yet for some odd reason his cock stubbornly remained in its sheath.

He felt hot tears well up in his eyes as he felt his frustration mount. Why wouldn’t his silly little dick do what he wanted it to do? None of the other subs around him had any trouble pleasing their masters and mistresses with their big, admirable cocks. Why should he?

He was just about to break into a sob when he felt his Master’s grip on his free hoof. He blinked the tears out of his eyes to see his Master pull his hoof out of the way before leaning in. Flash let out a gasp as he felt his Master’s hot tongue curl around the root of his sheath before his Master’s entire muzzle engulfed the folds of skin. Flash let out a long, low moan as he felt his Master slowly but forcefully suckle on his sheath, as if to coax his cock out.

Flash saw his Master give him a smug little grin around his sheath as, slowly but surely, his kisses and suckling coaxed the shy cock out of his sheath and into his Master’s mouth. Flash could only moan helplessly as his Master skillfully forced more and more of his cock, inch by inch, into the warm tight paradise that was his muzzle. Flash let out a strangled little gasp as he realized his cockhead was entering something tight. He peered down in surprise to see his Master’s teasing smile, his nose still buried in his sheath. That was when Flash realized his Master was swallowing his emerging cock into his throat. And then his Master began to hum around the malehood in his muzzle. The blissful pleasure of his Master’s tight, rhythmic swallowing and the melodic hum Flash could hear through his cock was almost too euphoric to bear.

Only when he was almost too engorged and stiff to bear did his Master finally relent, slowly easing Flash’s member out of his throat. As if by magic, eight whole inches of his proud colthood emerged from his Master’s lips. Flash trembled as he felt his Master guide his free hoof up to touch and caress the warm, throbbing, wet slavecock. “Good colt. You’ve done well. Feel how big and beautiful this cock is?” He asked. “And it belongs to me.”

Flash felt a warmth run through him at his words. “Remember, look at me,” he said, “Look at me and see how proud I am of my most prized treasure.” Flash’s earlier shame and inadequacy melted away into his Master’s proud smile. He could only feel proud of this, everything that belonged to his Master, his Master’s prized treasure.

“Now, caress it. I want to watch you look after my property,” his Master ordered, guiding his free hoof up and down the length of his colthood. Flash let out a moan at the touch, his cock throbbing in response.

“Don’t cum until I tell you to. I want to take my time enjoying this,” his Master reminded him just in time as he felt his pleasure mount. Flash bit his lip, holding back as much as he can. The stimulation from his Master’s throat was already almost too much to bear, but he held on as well as he could.

“Good boy. You’ve held out a full five minutes.” Before he knew it, he had earned his Master’s approval. A sugar cube levitated up from the bowl on his Master’s tray to float over to Flash’s lip in his Master’s telekinetic grip. “Here’s your reward. Open wide,” he ordered. Flash obediently licked the sugar cube out of his telekinetic grasp, his magic tickling his tongue. He let out a soft moan as the sugar melted in his mouth.

“Now, keep it up and you’ll get another.” Flash gasped as he felt his Master’s hoof join his own in stroking and caressing his shaft. His Master’s other hoof cupped his balls, fondling them, occasionally squeezing and tugging them, eliciting moans and gasps from Flash. The added stimulation almost tipped him over the edge, but the promise of his Master’s approval and reward kept him strong. He held out for another reward, then another, then another.

He was far beyond his normal limits, his cock and balls throbbing and aching from the overstimulation. He was more than ready to burst, but he held strong for his Master. So it was almost a relief when his Master said the magic words. “Alright, you’ve done well. Now, give yourself to me,” he ordered, holding a large brandy glass to Flash’s flared head.

It was like a dam broke within him. Flash cried out for his Master as his cum rushed out like a hose, filling the cup with ropes upon ropes of fresh hot slaveseed. He moaned and whimpered even as his turgid cock kept firing shot after after shot, his balls determined to relieve every last drop into the cup. “Keep going. I want that cup full,” his Master ordered, helping milk his balls and shaft, forcing out every last drop. Only when he was fully spent, sagging limply against his bonds, did his Master stop milking his cock.

“Good colt. That was very well done. Here’s the rest of your reward.” His Master dropped the last of the sugar cubes into the cup of cum. He swirled it about languidly, allowing the sugar to dissolve. Then he levitated it over to Flash’s lips. “I want you to drink every last drop of your reward. Don’t spill anything,” he ordered. Flash obeyed, taking in and gulping the strong, musky but sweetened essence. It felt oddly refreshing after his efforts, as a reward rightfully should.

“Good colt.” His Master praised him when emptied the cup of the very last drop. “Does it feel good, having a belly full of warm cum?” he asked, rubbing the fur on Flash’s tummy.

“Yes, Master,” Flash sighed happily, luxuriating in his Master’s pleasurable belly rubs.

“Do you want more?” His Master asked, that familiar teasing sparkle in his eyes.

“Y-yes, please, Master!” Flash wiggled his rump as invitingly as possible.

“You read my mind. Such an eager little cocksleeve,” his Master chuckled as he lined up his cock with Flash’s quivering tailhole. Flash let out a gasp, his entire body helplessly straining against his bindings as his Master began to work his wide cock head into his tight little pucker, slowly teasing him apart.

“Master!” He cried in ectasy as his tailhole finally parted to allow his Master in. His cry was quickly silenced by a deep kiss as his Master mounted him and made passionate love to his cocksleeve.

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Posted previously at: 2020-01-05T21:29:12 | Posted previously by: Manifest Harmony