The gelded Centaur

A beautiful golden Centaur warrior finds out that dirt grubbers can 
be dangerous.   Especially when they're women folk or involoved, the 
old farmers know how to tame an unruly stallionvvvv 

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                                          Gelding   			                                                      

  	Don't go down into the valley they had alway's told him, 
strange and wicked people there live there.   When he was a child 
Windfeld had always obeyed his elders, but he was an adult now.   
Tall and strong, his skin bronzed by the sun, and if he wasn't the 
best fighter in his clan he was certainly the most impressive in the 
village.   Women liked him, even if he wasn't very clever.   They 
were always running their hands over his thickly muscled body, and 
through the flowing mane of golden hair he had hanging down his 
back.   Still the forbidden called to him, so he began wandering down 
into the valley.   The people were strange to look at two leggers, 
and the first few he met were insulting and unfriendly.   Then the 
women came to him, just two at first young and unsure, but eager an 
so adoring!   He found a nice spot by the river and set up a camp in 
a grove of elm's on the edge of the valley.   And they flocked to 
him, as females will when they find a man they want over them!.   
Some were beautiful others less so, he treated them all the same 
giving them his all!   He soon found himself with a whole herd of 
female admirers who saw to his every need, in return he saw to their 
one inexorable need!   It was what his virile young body was made 
for, and almost every moment of his day or night found him satisfying 
they're desire's!   His pride grew as more and more of these peculiar 
females came to him with their need's.   No warrior or even chieftain 
in the forest, no matter how clever he was or how great a fighter had 
so many willing women under him!   True these women weren't like the 
females of his on tribe, still he had so many!   Almost every woman 
from every little farm in the valley came to him, some just once most 
over and over again!   All over the valley chores got neglected 
little things were left undone, dinners still got cooked though many 
dishes never made it to the farmer's table.   Windfeld had ment to 
stay in the valley for only a short time, but the rich food and 
pleasure his harem provided held him in thralled much longer than he 
planned.   The long hot day's of summer faded into autumn, and 
husbands, fathers and brothers spent less time in their fields!   So 
I've tarried all summer, these lesser males have made no trouble so 
far!   He thought moronicly.   The dirt grubber's weren't warrior's, 
none of them would be a match for him anyway.   To Windfeld this made 
him the undisputed chieftain of the valley, and in the forest a 
chieftain could take any woman who would have him!   In the end it 
was the praise of his women, that would be his undoing!   As his 
lover's gossip reached the ear's of withered old maids, and 
puritanical old biddys.   Who of course immediantly told their sons, 
brothers and any other man who would listen   All about the misguided 
housewives, daughters or girlfriends, who were so sluttishly giving 
into their deviating carnal lusts!   Allowing a lecherous Centaur to 
expend his momentous bestial  lust in their supplicating bodies!   
Bad e'nuff to find out your wive was fucking another man, but to find 
out that he was literally hung like a horse an could go all night!   
The fear of inadequacy and rage such knowledge instill in the farmers 
could only be quenched by revenge.   A meeting was held secretly at 
the town pub. 						
	                 Most of the farmer's were crazed with rage 
at this bestial betrayal and with fears of their our sexual 
inferiority!   Screamed to kill the beast that was bewitching and 
defiling their women!   It was Iren who pointed out that if they were 
to do that, they're women would never be free of it's memory!  "They 
will always remember it like it is now, doing what it does to 
them!" "So what can we do?"  The farmers wailed.  "We must remind 
them what it really is, a filthy beast a beast of burden!" "We must 
remind them every day it was an animal that rutted them!" "How can we 
do that?" "We've all got livestock, we know how to tame obstinate 
stallions and ornery bulls!"   Iren snarled grinning wickedly.   So 
early the next morning before even their wive's awoke, forty strong 
they crepted into Winfeld's camp.   Before the centaur was fully 
awake, he found himself bound and hobbled.   Struggling and kicking 
only succeeded in making him fall, he lay struggling and fighting 
until at last he was exhausted.   Thats when his tormenter's closed 
in, beating him savagely an pulling his bonds even tighter!   Two of 
them knelt behind him, safe now that all four of his powerful leg's 
had been bound tightly together!   Looking back over his shoulder 
Windfeld watched as one of them lifted his beautiful golden tail, he 
felt rough hand's grasp and brutally yank his massive ball sac out 
away from his body!  "Hand me the gelding knife!"  One of them called 
grinning wickedly at the centaur stallion's amazed look.   New energy 
surged through him then, a rope broke as he struggled desperately!   
But the ropes were just to strong and looped to many times around his 
limbs.   His cruel tormenter held the wicked gleaming blade up for 
him to see!  "You've been breeding mares that weren't yours to 
have!" "And maybe you can get away with that in the forest, but here 
we know what to do with unruly stallions!" "You've mounted your last 
mare stud!"  His cruel captor teased.   Then a searing pain tore 
through his loin's, follow by a sick feeling in the pit of his 
stomach!   Was it the pain of his awful injury, or the desperate as 
he realized his emasculation?   One of the ugly creature stood up 
laughingly displaying the centaur's immense severed testicles, the 
others howled with glee!   Crowding in they began to beat the 
helpless geldling centaur with heavy club's.   Later that day 
Windfeld's lover's would find the centaur's camp deserted, and word 
quickly spread among them that he had gone home.   Prompting a number 
of trips to the forest to be hurriedly planned!   Then word also 
began to spread later that day, about a show to be held that evening 
in Iren's barn.   It was something Iren had planned very carefully, 
after beating the beast sensless the farmer had quickly blinded 
him.   It was after they had dragged Windfeld back to the barn, and 
he had awoke once again.   That Iren got his insidious idea, some of 
the younger men decided to fuck the once proud centaur stallion's 
ass!   It was an act of revenge Iren hadn't even imagined, but he 
liked it even joining in!   Standing the centaur up he tied each of 
his leg's to a post driven in the ground.   He had a stallion and 
some mare's in heat, smearing some of the horny mare's juice's on the 
centaur's flank's!   He loosed the stallion stepping back to watch 
the fun!   The huge draft horse sniffed and nibbled on the centaur's 
lean buttock's inquisitively, then the massively aroused animal 
leaped up on them!   Humping, his huge cock trying franticly to find 
the hot little fuck hole he smelled!   Iren hastily stepped forward 
to see to it he did so, the titillated stallion bulled right in!   
Hammering the centaur's virgin asshole like it was a horny mare's 
dripping pussy!   Winfeld screamed in pain as that massive 
masculinity rammed into him, it had been bad e'nuff when the human's 
with their tiny cock's.   Had made him their mare using him like he 
was a filly in heat!   Now to be made a real stallion's mare, for the 
amusment of his watching tormenters.   Though he couldn't see it, 
Windfeld could hear his huge heavy rapist panting and squealing!   He 
could hear the dirt grubber laughing and joking about what a good 
little filly he was!   He tried to kick and buck, but with all four 
of his bruised and battered leg's tied to posts.   He could do little 
more than whimper and scream, as the big impassioned stallion 
savagely ravished his bleeding asshole!  "That's what they need to 
see!"  Iren roared to the throng of spellbound farmer's.  "Bring them 
here to night after supper, and they will!"  He promised laughing 
lewdly.   "After that, we'll put him pulling the manure wagon through 
the village!" "So they'll see him every day, and remember how low 
they sank!" "Fucking with a filthy stinking animal!"  Iren sneered 
disdainfully.		Iren chuckled as he cruelly whipped the long 
springy birch limb into his prisoners bleeding shins!   Windfeld 
whinnied in agony as his front leg's buckled, the emasculated centaur 
fell to his knee's!   Iren quickly moved down the centaur's body 
scourging it relentlessly.  "What do you want of me?"  Windfeld 
screamed at last.   Iren grabbed a hand full of the centaur's long 
blond hair, pulling his head back savagely.  "You know what your 
master wants!"  Iren growled cruelly.  "Yes."   Windfeld mumbled 
softly.  "Yes what?"  The farmer snarled.  "Yes MASTER!"  The 
helpless centaur whimpered quitely.   "Open your mouth beast."  The 
farmer growled smirking lewdly.  "Yes master."  The broken centaur 
gasped opening his now toothless mouth hesitantly.   Iren smiled with 
great satisfaction, as he thrust his hard cock into the gelded 
centaurs compliant mouth.   Reluctantly Windfeld closed his sore 
lip's around the malignant human's oozing manhood.   He was reticent 
at first, but with Iren gently stroking his hair and whispering 
encouragements, Windfeld's mouth quickly became fawning an amorous.   
The centaurs mind flashed back to the first time one of the tiny 
human mares, had used her mouth to pleasure him.   It had been so 
strange, and unexpected he had not thought much about it.   Later he 
had watched wonderingly, as more women had lovingly sucked his 
enormous masculinity.   Slowly he began to try and do everything he 
could remember them doing!   Soon he had his unmerciful human master 
up on his toes.  "Ohohoo yes!" "Ohooo where did you learn to do such 
things animal?"  Iren grunted ecstaticly.   Knowing that he would be 
punished if he told the heartless human, it was from his own women.   
Windfeld's only answer was to try harder, sucking the human's cock 
balls deep!  "Hoohoo!" "You really love being another man's slut!"  
Iren grunted.   Humping his obsequious fuck slave's hot oh so willing 
mouth lustfully!   Up on his toes the lean farmer roughly grabbed the 
back of the centaurs head.   Jerking it forward savagely, as he 
humped his slaves fervidly sucking lip's!  "Swallow it!" "Swallow it 
all, you beast!"  Iren rasped panting, fucking his long cock down 
Windfelds weakly working throat. "Ohohoooho that was very good!"  The 
farmer gasped wearily as he spurted the last few drops of his think 
greasy cum down the geldling centaur's throat!   He smiled at his 
amazed and amorously excited audience.  "You deserve a reward."  The 
farmer panted, feeding his slave a small oat cake his wife had baked 
earlier that day.   The farmer knew how to break an train 
animals.  "Now open your mouth for my friends here!"    Iren ordered 
leering at the fourteen young men who  were now in his barn vevery 
evening, eager to use the centaur fuck slave!   Obediently windfeld 
did as he was instructed, quickly losing track of the number of males 
he serviced.   H felt his long flowing tail being roughly pulled 
aside, and the now very familiar feeling of a hard cock being 
brutally rammed into him!    As his cruel captors once again used his 
emasculated stallions body like it was a mares!    Just days earlier 
he would have fought to the death if some centaur stallion had tried 
to use him like this!   But now blind and gelded, kept alive only at 
the pleasure of his molestors.   The once pround stud found himself 
not only enduring, but enjoying the debaucheries his human masters 
were now inflicting opone him!