I will admit youStallions are tenacious but even I knew with time your defeat was certain. How fitting it end for you like this. The mark of a slave. ... shall enjoy watching your proud self humbled to the rank of a whore."Laughter filled the room as the humans gloated and cheered seeing the Stallion's body go limp with exaustion. Vamir's face burned in pain as he panted and blinked away the salty wetness that stained his cheek. The equine closed his eyesand tried to keep some sort of hope. His. Done. Finished. A lifetime of relief washing down the drain.I started jerking off before bed. I figured if I flushed it out of my system, I’d be fine. Wrong. It didn’t help. So I started jerking off before bed and in the AM, too. I’d have to jump up in the morning and run to the bathroom. I told her I had bladder issues. She probably thought it was like living with her grandpa.Then, one night, I didn’t get a chance. A window. We fell asleep on the bed watching TV, and when I woke up, she was. Softly and gently but slowly getting faster, the more we kiss the more our tongues start to slip into each other mouths and we feel each other’s heavy breathing and slight moans. Our bodies press up against one another and I forcible rub the now rock hard bulge in my trousers up against you. I feel your hands try to break free but I tighten my grip and keep them above your head. I place your hands together so it only takes my left hand to keep them there; my right hand slowly runs down your. Don’t move, don’t try to speak, just listen and feel. ‘Your nipples are hard. Do they ache for their clamps, my lips, my fingers? I know they are not hard because you are cold – it’s a warm evening. They strain through the silk of your blouse as if they want to come to me. Perhaps they shall.’ She felt the whisper of hair as it brushed her leg. ‘You’re wet. Do you wonder if I am? Do you want to taste me?’ The bed moved and she heard a rustle, like material brushing against fabric. Her nose was.