Santos the Dressage Horse

As soon as you put the bridle on and hold the reins, Santos was paralyzed and obeyed you to the word. In that moment, Santos realized that he is just a weak-willed dressage horse and that he must follow the hand of his rider without hesitation, precisely and reliably. With his quick reactions and docility, he will fulfill any dressage task set for him.

After a strenuous dressage session that lasted several hours, Santos is sweating profusely and his bridle, bandages and saddlecloth are wet and sweaty. His chestnut coat glistened in the light of the stable. The smell of warm horse sweat rises to your nose. You had planned to unsaddle your horse in the stable and clean him up. But as you and Santos walked down the long corridor to his stall, which is one of the last at the back, you could already feel his hot breath behind your ear.

The smell of warm horse sweat, leather and hay fills your nostrils, mixed with the scent of hay and stable air. Santos's tail whips against his thighs and he grunts softly. After leading Santos to his stall, you both stand in front of it, and, as if Santos had sensed it, he blocked your way out. Startled, you turn around and Santos' dominant eyes look you right in the face. You hear a metallic clang and the stable door slams shut.

The sound echoes through the empty stable, leaving you feeling trapped and vulnerable. Santos' eyes never leave yours as he approaches you, his movements are slow and confident.

"No one is in sight". Santos grins and looks to the side, where a pony bridle with a bit is hanging in the corner from a riding lesson earlier, the metal of the bit glistening and sparkling in the evening sun. It is warm and humid in his stable. It's clear what Santos wants, just by looking at him you put the bridle on, with watchful eyes you put the bit in your mouth and buckle the bridle on your head. Because it fills your whole mouth, you don't even whimper.

You gasp as you feel the cold metal of the bit on your tongue, and your heart pounds in your chest as you realize the power Santos now has over you. With a nasty grin, Santos takes the reins and you feel the pressure of the bit in your mouth. Now Santos is in control of you.
“Good boy,” Santos purred, his voice dripping with dominance. ‘Now you are my will-less dressage horse.’ Your legs feel like jelly under him, your mind racing with anticipation and fear as you follow Santos' instructions without hesitation.

“You know what's coming next, don't you?” Santos asks in a deep, seductive voice. You nod in the affirmative, your throat dry as you try to swallow the lump that has formed in your throat. Santos chuckles, his fingers caressing your cheeks and then moving down from your neck to your chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Santos' fingers play with your nipples before moving even lower. You moan as you feel Santos' hand cup your cock, and your hips jerk involuntarily as Santos begins stroking it.
“Such a good boy,” Santos whispers, his warm soft lips touching your ear as he continues to caress your cock. Your breath catches in your chest as you feel Santos' other hand slide over your thigh and his fingers caress the sensitive skin there.

With a sudden movement, Santos pushes you onto his hay bale without letting go of your body. Your heart races as Santos climbs on top of you and leans down to press his lips to your body in a passionate kiss.
You feel Santos' cock pressing against yours and your bodies rubbing together. You are enveloped in his fragrant scent and warm fur. Santos breaks the kiss and his lips travel down your neck and chest to your nipples.
Santos' teeth nibble on your nipple, and your hips jerk as Santos begins to suck and play with this sensitive spot. Your cock throbbed in time with your heartbeat, your balls tightened as Santos continued his assault.

With a wicked grin, Santos pulls back, his eyes gleaming with glee as he reaches for a bottle of care oil nearby. You watch expectantly as Santos pours some of the oil into his hand, your heart racing as Santos' slippery fingers caress your chest and stomach.
Santos' fingers touch your hole, and your body tenses in anticipation of what's to come. Santos chuckles, his fingers caressing the sensitive skin before slowly entering you.
You feel Santos' fingers fill you, your hole stretching to allow entry. Santos' fingers move slowly at first, caressing your prostate before picking up the pace.

Your hips jerk as Santos' fingers hit just the right spot, your body trembles with pleasure as Santos continues to caress it from the inside. After Santos has stretched you enough, he now slowly pushes his shaft into you. Your eyes are closed and you feel Santos' cock entering you and filling you completely. Santos begins to slide in and out of you. Each slide gets harder until Santos's glans swells completely with a final slide as he cums inside you. His warm seed pours right into you, and you feel a pressing and pulsing in your stomach.

Santos collapses on you from exhaustion, his breath hot and heavy. You cling to Santos with your arms, his body still trembling with desire.
“Good boy,” Santos murmured, his lips brushing your ear, and you smiled as his body still trembled with desire.
You and Santos lie there for a moment, both bodies still joined, Santos is still inside you.
Santos slowly pulls out, causing a flood of stallion juice to pour out. Santos leans down and gives you a big kiss with his warm, big, soft lips.