Good, Stable, Hands I

Contents: M/M | Half-elf x Centaur | Dubcon | Cum inflation | +2k words

A young half-elf just wants to do his job, but the centaur he meets has other plans for him.

When the master hired me, he told me never to go to the farthest centaur stable alone, especially during the warm months. He told me it housed one of the most aggressive centaurs he had ever owned. The centaur he was talking about was untamable, but when the mares were in heat, he was even more troublesome. Now, I might not agree with him about keeping sentient species as commodities, but it’s not like I have a choice in the matter. I can’t really say that I enjoy this life.

After my second week at the farm, me and my fellow stablehands were running late on our chores. The ones I worked with didn’t really like elves and had told me multiple times that I didn’t belong there. According to them, elves could not keep up with the requirements that came with the job. Not being able to meet the daily quota meant that we’d lose part of that meager wages. A couple of days ago I had already made one stupid mistake and the others were rightly angry with me. Maybe it was part of their plan or some foolish part of me, but I decided to enter that stable all alone.

I’m sure the others wanted me to get scared by the mad centaur and run back to the city, but I wanted to prove myself. The wages we got might be miserable, but at least here I have a chance to pay off my debt.

With a broom, a lantern, and a bucket in my hands, I took a deep breath and entered the dark barn. As I opened the door slightly, a musky odor hit my nose almost immediately. The air felt stale and no wonder why. Almost no one visited this stable. Stablehands are supposed to clean the area weekly, but according to horror stories I’ve heard, sometimes they chose to skip it out of fear. Unfortunately, the cleaning must be done tonight. Due to the mad centaur’s temperament, Master wants to sell him and he’s supposed to show him off tomorrow to the prospective buyers.

During the summer the corral to this stable was rarely open to its inhabitant. The centaur was known to escape his enclosure to either attack the nearest worker or to inseminate any nearby mares.
I closed the door behind me and made sure I locked it. The centaur should be in its stall, safely locked away from me.

“Hello?” I asked with a quivering voice. I waited for a little while but heard nothing back. I hope he is sleeping, but can’t shake off the feeling I’m being watched.

As quietly as I could, I began my work. Every now and then I thought I heard something, but it was hard to see anything even with the lantern guiding me. As I gained ground with my broom I started to feel emboldened. I had been brave enough to come here alone and because of my effort, we would be able to finish our chores. I made sure I put in extra effort. Maybe master will see it and I will get paid even more for my resolution!
Suddenly, I felt my leg slip under me. I managed to keep my balance, but the bucket made a loud banging sound as I accidentally kicked it. I froze in my place and heard the bucket twirling away from me. I kept my eyes closed and slowly counted to ten. My feet told me to run, but my brain told me to stay.

Nothing.

Everything fell back to complete silence.

I let out a silent sigh as I suddenly felt a hard kick on my left shoulder. I fell down and turned to face my worst fear.
The dark-coated centaur stood above me with a smirk on his face. He had somehow escaped his stall and managed to sneak behind me.
“My, my… What do we have here?” The centaur purred. He was taller than any centaur I’d seen before. The smile on his face looked malicious under his unkempt beard.
“I’m so sorry, sir. I was just cleaning your stable. I will leave!” I half-shouted in my panic.
“So, you think you’ve cleaned everything, huh?” He smirked “I rarely get any visitors and those who do are only after my seed. You won’t leave until you’re done with your job.”
His demanding raspy voice made me shiver.

“I’ve already cleaned most of this place, if you want to, I can clean your stall.”

The centaur huffed unapprovingly.
“My stall is clean, I need you to take care of something else.” As he said that, he took a few steps towards me and then I saw it.

The huge member under his rear legs. The thing was longer than my arm. The girth alone made the most tankards pale in comparison. You could tell he was very aroused, I’m sure he could smell the mares from my clothing.
“Y-you wish me to clean it?” I asked scared.
“Yes, and you better not use that broom. You have delicate hands, I’m sure you’ve dealt with similar things before. Now get to work!”
I crawled underneath him and took a moment as my eyes widened with wonder. As I put my hands on his sheath I could still feel it was not as firm as it could be. He’s looking for relief. To be locked here alone with your needs must take its toll.

Softly and slowly I started to work my hands towards his tip. The veins of his member were big and as I stroked him, I felt them enlarge even more.
The centaur thumbed his front legs to the ground impatiently and he let out a moan.
Gently, I massaged the large head. As I rubbed his penis, I also began to feel arousal. I found myself touching my crotch with my right hand as my left hand worshiped his enormous phallus.
“Use both of your hands.” He grunted under his ever-laboring breath. I quickly snapped out of my haze and started to stroke him with both hands again. His member became firmer and firmer under my hands and I began to slip again. Slowly, I started to sway my hips back and forth. Drops of precum began to form on his tip. I was shocked back into reality as he made a quick thrust with his throbbing cock.
I felt powerful even underneath him. I knew he was getting closer and soon I would be able to leave. I sneaked a little bit closer to his tip and gave it a little lick. I heard him gasp and I didn’t even have time to lick it again when suddenly he covered my face with white cream. As his member began to soften, he let out a long moan. I wiped my face to my apron and crawled away under him.
Even when I was standing next to him, I felt small. Some part of me felt a little bit sad that it was over, the feeling I had built up inside of me needed to be released, but the rational me screamed through the haze for me to run and leave. The part of me, who knew I was indeed in great danger. The rational part of me was drowning and I was the one holding him under the surface.

I composed myself and took a few steps back.

“I hope you’re happy with my cleaning. I should get back now and…” Before I could finish my sentence, the centaur turned back to me and began to walk slowly towards me. I backed up faster and raised my hands towards him.
“Please, I did as you asked…” I begged as he drew closer.
The malicious smirk had returned to his face. He flipped the long strands of his hair from his shoulder.
“Do you know why I’ve been kept in captivity for so long? I am a great breeder and I’m not gonna stop until I’m completely satisfied.”
I swallowed loudly as I glanced underneath him again. His member had begun to swell again. My rational brain had turned fully on again and I was panicking. Without turning away I kept backing and felt like a prey. His gaze was burning right through me and all the power I had felt underneath him left my body.
He kept his distance but kept coming at me. I tried to remember the floorplan of the stable and how to get back to the front door, but I was turned around when I was crawling under him.
My back hit something prickly. As I quickly turned to see what I had hit, I saw large hay bales behind me.

I was trapped!

There was no urge in the centaur’s pace, he knew he had me.
As he stood before me, he raised his right hand and put his thumb under my chin, raising my gaze to meet his. The fear in my eyes must have aroused him even more. With one swift movement, he ripped my clothes off leaving only my stained apron around my hips.
“Please, I can’t stay here forever…” I pleaded, still unsure what more I could give him.
Without answering me he grabbed me by the hips and laid me belly down on a hay bale. Only a thin piece of clothing separated my nude body and the rough straws. He fondled my butt cheeks surprisingly softly, but I could feel the radiating tension in his hands. I kept my eyes tightly closed as I heard him tipping his hand in something.
I felt two fingers tracing the edges of my hole. His movements were gentle and a soft moan escaped behind my lips. I tried to resist, but his other hand kept me snugly in place. Slowly he put both fingers inside me and gently probed me open. As he made slow swirling motions with his fingers my cock and nipples hardened and I began to sway my hips again, wanting him to enter deeper.
Taking my movements and moans as a sign of consent, he pulled his fingers out leaving me wanting, only for me to realize what was coming next.
I panicked as he raised his front legs on the same hay bale and thrusted forward with his well-oiled shaft.
I yelped when his enlarged tip hit my back. He was teasing me and had thrust past my wanting hole. The relief and frustration passed over me as he got ready for the next thrust. The centaur’s member was surprisingly heavy on my back as he missed again. I was unsure if he did it on purpose this time.
Aligning himself again with my hole, he thrusted again, but more carefully this time. His tip started to pressure the entrance of my hole as the excitement and worry grew within me. I had never taken anything this large in before. The massive cock was throbbing against my hole and I tried to relax myself to let him in. Slowly, but surely his member started to spread me open.

“Good boy…” He murmured under his breath.

There was no pain even as his large head entered into me. The centaur grabbed a bunch of my hair and started to pull. With a moan, I spread my legs wider to give him more access to my insides. I felt his warm cock deeper and deeper inside me, even with its girth, it slid easily inside. His balls slapped against my cheeks as he entered the whole length inside me.
He paused in an attempt to give me time to get adjusted to his size, but I felt impatient and pushed my ass towards him. Taking this as a sign to continue he pulled almost all of this length out of me and viciously pushed it into me again. I could feel his cock move under my belly, reaching places no other man could. His movements became faster and faster, anchoring me neatly underneath him. I grabbed hold of his front legs as he pistoned into my asshole. I felt squashed every time his balls hit my butt cheeks. The rough surface of hay caressed my cock through my ripped clothing. With each thrust his cock kissed the end of my tunnel. My moans had turned into screams. Surely anyone outside the stable could hear me. My rational mind tried to turn back on, only to be lost in the lust.

Our drops of sweat mixed between our skins. I knew I couldn’t stop this anymore, the centaur had given into its animalistic instincts and I was nothing but a mare in heat for him.

And I wanted it.

His thrusts became faster and faster and with one long jerk, he released his cum into me. I came as my belly bulged unnaturally outward from his size. Like a battering ram, his cock pumped large loads in me. My debauched hole kept him tightly in place. Warmth filled me as there seemed to be no end to his loads. To my surprise, I realized my belly was not only bulging due to his shaft but because his seed started to fill me. Unearthly pleasure filled me as my belly grew larger and larger. After a few more pumps his cock began to soften yet again and he slowly pulled it out.
The centaur was exhausted but still had the energy to turn me around. Waves of pleasure washed over me as I watched my enlarged belly. Some of his seed dripped out of me, but most of it stayed inside.
“W-was that enough, my lord?” I asked when the clarity found me again.

The centaur let out a light laughter and patted my swollen stomach.
“Actually, I will still need your services.” He smirked and pulled me up from the hay bale.

“What?” I asked in shock.
The centaur held me in his arms as he leaned his back on the hay bales. We were now at the same eye level. Gently he lowered me on his stomach and pulled me closer to kiss me. His kisses trailed over to my neck and I let out a soft moan. I soon regretted it, when he nibbled my neck. My sudden yelp reinvigorated him and he grabbed me by my hips and raised me again. I glanced down only to see his member hard as ever, his seed dripping from my hole to lubricate his rock-hard cock. The centaur was in a frenzy again and without gentleness for the first time, he plunged his cock back into me. My cries of pleasure came out in a rhythm with his brutalization. I knew I couldn’t take anymore, but I wanted all of it. This time he came a lot sooner and I let out a howl as his heavy balls pumped more of his seed into me.
He let go of me and my body slumped on top of him with his cock still inside of me. Pumping a never-ending sea of seed into me. Somewhere in my mind, I wanted to stay like this. He carefully caressed my face. Surely now he had to be finished. My belly was twice the size it was after the first load and my hole ached. He gave me one last kiss as I pulled away from him.

I picked up whatever shreds of clothing I could get and dressed as well as I could in this situation. His seed kept leaking down my shaking thighs. Without any words, I wobbled out of his stable and closed the door. I knew I had to get rid of his load, but I wanted to keep it in for a little while longer. As I walked away from the stable, a few of my fellow stablehands approached me. I hid my grown belly behind my bucket as they got closer.

“What happened, elf? Did you get attacked?” One of them asked.

“Yes…” I lied. “…But I did my job, the stable is ready for tomorrow.”

“Atta, boy!” The older one patted me on the back “You look tired, but you better tell how you survived after you’re slept.” I nodded and gave him a small smile. I surely looked like I had gone through a battle.

As they walked away, I glanced back at the stable, thinking how maybe this farm life wasn’t so bad after all.