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Centaur farms were a rarity nowadays, but lucky for Flynn, a close friend of his had decided that they would give their farm to him. It was a dream really to run his very own.
He had said that his parents had intended to pass it down to him, but it wasn’t really his thing, and keeping his parents’ promise to at least keep it running, they accepted the will to be passed down to Flynn.
The centaurs were very tame, often grazing around and speaking their own language that Flynn couldn’t quite understand yet, but he made it very clear that he was the head of their home, the alpha of the herd in a sense.
The city had come to him asking for him to take in a new wild centaur that had been captured and was terrorizing the forests.
It was said that he was a serious problem and quite dangerous, but Flynn accepted happily.
“It can’t be too hard can it”? He thought to himself. He had experience with centaurs, and taming one more couldn’t be too difficult.
But he couldn't have been more wrong. Flynn was a small man, and his ranking as caretaker and head of the herd were honorary until proven otherwise.
Flynn had woken up early, feeling hornier than usual. It was a normal thing for him to masturbate on the occasion living alone. He mewled to himself as his fingers worked tirelessly trying to reach that deep spot but frustratingly couldn’t.
The young man's pussy throbbed for a good fucking.
When a loud thud sounded from the barn, it cut him off abruptly.
Flynn shot up.
It had to be the new beast. He didn’t think much about fully clothing himself as he quickly slipped on only his boxers and boots and ran out to investigate. It didn’t help that his cunt was still wet and unfinished.
Entering the barn, he saw the new centaur stomping around furiously in his stall.
It was clear the centaur wasn’t used to being enclosed for such a long time and him bumping into the stall walls were dropping farm tools all over the place.
“Alright boy…calm down!” Flynn raised his hands, approaching the stallion. Everything about the beast man seemed typically okay, but Flynn immediately took notice of his raging cock, flared at an almost 20in mast.
The stallion was horny too. No wonder it was so pissed.
The centaur sniffed the air, giving Flynn an unusual look as he turned to look at the young man.
He stopped moving, shuffling in his spot as he watched the young farmer enter his stall slowly, crossing his arms. The young man pet him to calm him down.
“You’re alright..” He mumbled. Flynn felt almost a little too proud of how fast he was able to calm him down. Even though it only stopped because of its curiosity with the new smell it encountered. A horny mare to be bred was in its midst was what it was thinking.
The centaur snarled, eyeing the young man, seriously doubting he was the head of the herd in this area. He needed to fuck him into submission.
Flynn on the other hand decided he needed to brush the agitated centaur to sooth him.
He looked around for the brush and spotted it on the large hay bale that rested in front of the beast. The stall was very enclosed, the bale sitting at the back of the stall so he would have to crouch underneath the centaur to get to it.
“Ok…shit” Flynn sighed, as he carefully crawled beneath the centaur to reach the hay bale. The musk from the stallion’s cock engulfed his sense of smell and he grimaced, finally reaching over the tall bale on his tippy toes to grab the brush.
The centaur quickly took the opportunity and steadied himself on top of the young trans man, immediately taking the human’s action of bending over so willingly as an invitation to fuck. The smell of his slick enticed his feral nature.
Flynn was unaware of the stallion cock slowly growing even larger into full mast, his dick leaking precum behind the farmer at a length of 25 inches now, pulsing.
It was only then when the large steed pushed the head against Flynn’s ass harshly that he yelped, wasting no time in claiming his prize.
“Hey!--”
The centaur thrusted against him roughly again, pushing the man to bend over the large hay bale once again, his feet no longer touching the floor.
The thrust against his behind knocked the air out of him as his hands quickly pushed against the wooden wall in front of him, trying to push himself back out from beneath the steed.
It seemed Flynn was completely enclosed by the beast man.
“Bad stallion—!” Flynn shouted. A phrase that often worked on all of his centaurs, but to his dismay, the centaur simply grunted, his hooves slamming down beside him as the centaur mounted him. His large body dwarfed him.
His cock pushed him further onto the hay bale, and Flynn squeaked at the feeling of the flared tip prodding against his still wet pussy through his thin boxers.
He was in disbelief as he kept trying to push himself back out, but it only made his situation worse, his feet struggling to reach the floor.
Flynn was completely trapped, a groan escaping his lips as the flared tip kept pushing resiliently.
“Wait wait— Calm down boy—” Flynn squealed in a panic, his legs squirming for purchase on the ground, his hand attempting to push away the larger centaur man but to no avail. His strength was nothing compared to a wild centaur.
He couldn’t believe what was happening, and the other centaurs began to gather around, watching. The stall door open.
The only thing protecting him was a thin layer of fabric of his boxers as the stallion cock leaked copious amounts of precum, smearing over his crotch and dripping down his legs filthily. The smell was intoxicating.
Flynn whimpered in fear.
With a brutal force, the stallion man shoved his cock inside, shoving the boxers deep inside, grinding the fabric against his throbbing little cock until finally, it ripped, allowing the stallion cock to batter his cervix like a ram.
A choked cry escaped Flynn as he flailed around helplessly, the air knocked out his lungs as he tried to escape under the weight of this hulking creature. His stomach bulged out, the shape of the centaur’s cock evident.
“F-fuck— oh god…” Flynn groaned, his hands running over the shocking bulge. He couldn’t believe his body could be stretched this way. Especially over a stallion like some sort of cocksleeve. He trembled at the thought of it.
The other centaurs huffed and neighed at the sight of their caretaker being defiled and reduced to something so filthy. Their own cocks, beginning to grow.
Precum gathered up around his ass and pussy as the centaur pressed in deep. It wasn’t even all the way in and Flynn sobbed in a moment of rest as it slowly budged against him, failing to get all the way inside. The flare dug itself against his cervix and Flynn felt like he was going to burst wide open.
The centaur man grunted, pausing to relish the feeling of his tight cunt, no doubt now ruined for any other human. But it seemed like it wanted more.
Without a care, the horseman pulled all the way out to the tip, the large cock pulling Flynn’s body along and thrusted deep inside again, battering the cervix and lifting Flynn even higher up from the ground.
Flynn's eyes widen as a hot piercing pressure shot through his body. The meaty tip plunged itself into his cervix, forcing its way into his womb and forcing him to take in the entirety of his cock balls deep that Flynn would have thought impossible. His pussy molded into the shape of stallion dick for good.
A silent scream escaped Flynn as the centaur began to thrust wildly, moving Flynn’s entire body back and forth, more cum and slick piling up along his legs disgustingly so.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head as tears streaked down his face, choked sobs and the sound of the stallion’s gargantuan balls slamming into the piled up cum.
The centaur man groaned with every rough thrust, the large slaps of his balls echoing and the wooden frames creaking.
The beast was ruthless in sheathing its fat cock on his new little bitch. He enjoyed the little strangled sounds that escaped his mouth with every thrust.
His cock pierced Flynn’s cervix over and over again, slick coating his legs as the young man accepted his fate. His insides stretching to accommodate the intruding force.
Flynn felt so stuffed, the eyes of his dear centaurs burning into him with judgment thinking, what has their strong caretaker been reduced to?
His little cock burned, rubbing against the rough hay bale. He whimpered as the centaur pounded deep inside him for grueling minutes on end, forced to take the 25 inches of fat horse cock everytime. He was sure it would rip all the way through him.
The centaur groaned as he began to stutter his thrusts, pushing Flynn further up until his face smushed against the wooden wall and his knees bent up. The stallion's fat balls began to power hose its cum into his womb.
Flynn shrieked, the new position allowing gravity to push his body all the way down for his ass to kiss its balls. Flynn could literally hear cum flooding his insides, even more, see it.
Cum flooded his womb is waves, his belly expanding with so much cum he was sure he would get pregnant.
The centaur’s tail flicked around as it continued to flex its thighs, thrusting up again and again to empty its balls out, successfully breeding the young farmer.
It was clear now who the new alpha of the farm was.
Flynn remained on the centaur’s large cock, his belly full of cum and his face completely debauched. The centaur’s dick pulled him off the hay bale as it backed itself out of the stall and every other centaur stared at Flynn’s fucked out form hanging off his dick, mumbling pleas falling on deaf ears.
With a wet squelching pop, Flynn finally fell off of the centaur’s dick, the horse cum bubbling out of his fat and bruised pussy in globs.
The centaur layed down beside him, his muscular arms gripping the fucked out man’s hair and pulling him up to examine Flynn’s face. The centaur’s face always angry
He huffed, seemingly approving of his new breeding bitch as he stood back up, dragging the young man to the back of the barn where the leads were and tied a rope tightly around the young man’s neck.
Flynn was forced to be beside him at all times now.
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The large centaur bred Flynn multiple times a day, his belly always full.
Whenever he wasn’t breeding Flynn, he allowed the rest of the herd to have their fill with him, their respect for the farmer diminished and Day in and out, Flynn’s moans filled the farm.
His pussy became a gaping hole only a stallion cock could fill.
They bred the young man over and over, the farmland growing in centaur population. He was the prized breeding bitch of the herd and was always never empty. The more the centaur population increased the more Centaur cocks to fill him up to the brim. The alpha of course branded you as his, but he was generous to share.
When they craved only pleasure, they loved to fuck your ass open, stuffing their cocks in balls deep, filling you up for pure enjoyment. They made good use of all of your holes.
The city and his close friends never bothered to check in on Flynn as the large centaur continued ruling over the herd, and the farmland becoming an untamable wild centaur land. His mate always by him and Flynn no longer thought for himself. Just enjoyed every second of every fucking he got throughout the days. Mouth deepthroated. Ass stuffed. Pussy bred.