Good, Stable, Hands II

It has been a week since I was sent to that stable to clean it. To the Master’s surprise, the centaur had been very calm when he showed him to the buyers. So calm even, that he had decided to keep him after all. They had no idea how he had become so calm but knew it had something to do with me. As such, it was now my duty to take care of his stable. The centaur had promised to stay on his best behavior as long as he had the opportunity to breed me every now and then.

I honestly didn’t mind it. My salary was raised and now I had earned some prestige among my peers. Besides, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy our little nightly meetings. I was seen as a dedicated worker. I had even caught Master’s attention. I had seen him shooting glances at me while I worked in the fields, but something told me he didn’t like me at all.

I had previously talked with him only once and it was very brief. Most of my introduction was handled by the Foreman. The Master’s only words to me had been the warning about the farthest centaur stable, which I had obeyed.

Until that one fateful night.

During my morning routines while I was washing my dishes alone in the workers’ house the Foreman came to me and told me that the Master wanted to see me after I had finished the day’s chores. Fear started to creep up to me beneath my skin. The Foreman was a large humanoid man, I couldn’t pinpoint his exact species, I was sure he had some human in him. He had been a blacksmith before losing his left arm in a tavern brawl. Compared to my slender size, he still had the muscles of one. Sometimes I wondered how he tied his dark green hair so neatly without his other arm. I was not sure if the calluses on his hand had come from his time as a smith or did the work on the farm made it so.

“Why?” I asked, “He’s not going to fire me, is he?”

The Master rarely met workers and going to him usually meant he had decided to let you go. He might have hired me and given me a raise, but I knew he didn’t like elves.

“How should I know?” The Foreman said with a slightly annoyed tone. He kept his distance from me, yet I could still smell the whiskey bottle he had downed after waking up.

“You elves bring nothing, but trouble.” He spitted at me, like even talking to me was well below his level.

“Half-elf.” I attempted to correct him, hoping in my mind that maybe our perceived connection might win some goodwill, but my attempt only led to an annoyed huff from him. Figuring he would leave as soon as he had given his piece, I turned around and continued to wash my dishes only to feel a large hand grabbing my throat from behind. The smell of his breath increased even more when he whispered to my right ear.

“Half the breed, half the harm.”

He pinned me against the sink with his hip and started to slowly grind his crotch against my rear.

“Hey, you can’t…” My words stuck to my mouth as he slid his hand over my lips. I could feel his member becoming harder and harder with each passing grind. It was nothing compared with the centaur’s cock, but it still felt sizable. With each push, he grunted louder. The foreman’s weight was crushing me and my soapy hands didn’t let me grab anything worthwhile to reach.

He let go of my throat and unbuckled his belt, dropping his pants to the floor. Fearing he might do the same for me, I closed my eyes, only to realize he slid his only working hand under my shirt and began to squeeze my nipples. The unwanted attention made me whimper, which made him grind even harder.
I took a peek behind me and saw a large swollen head grating my behind through my linen clothing. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen before, a slightly purple, sharply shaped tip ramming my buttocks. The sight of it and the constant grinding aroused me. I bit my lip and chose to enjoy.

Just as I started to enjoy myself, he let out a howling moan and came all over my clothing, shooting rope after rope of cum all over my back. Without any words, he took a dishrag I had just used and wiped himself clean. Throwing the rag back into the sink after using it. My hardened nipples begged for more care, but the foreman just dressed and left me where I stood.

Horny, annoyed, and slightly disgusted with his abuse of a kitchen textile, I threw the dishrag away and left to continue with my daily chores.

During the day, I tried to relieve myself several times, but to no avail. My annoyance had taken over. The rough surface of my clothing did not help me at all. Every time I turned or bent down to pick something up, my nipples and my crotch felt arousal. Working with my fellow stablehands, I was happy with how the linen was thick enough to hide my body. Through my ever-craving mind, I thought about a few things.

First, even if at first I wasn’t fine with how things had gone. I realized I’d started to like how the centaur and the Foreman had abused me.

Second, I hoped my parents didn’t know what kind of a child they had raised.

Third, I really had to clean the centaur’s stable tonight.

Finishing my daily chores felt like agony. A sudden shipment came in and we had to take it in. Every now and then when I thought nobody could see me, I tried to grind my hips to any smooth enough object I could find. A day’s worth of sweating made me feel only worse. I thought how I was glad no one saw what the Foreman had done with me. It wasn’t unheard of elves becoming the group’s bitch. To be used every time someone needed to be relieved.

I bit my lower lip.

No, that’s not what I want. I’m just horny. I really had to pull myself together.

After spending almost a month on this farm, I had seen some of my fellow workers having sex together. Someone told me the Master only hired men and more masculine folk because he thought women would distract everyone from work. I’m sure he knew sex was going to happen anyway. Had he been a tad smarter, he’d have everyone wearing a chastity belt, unlike the invisible one I seemed to carry with me today.

The sun had already set when we finished our work. The Foreman came to tell me again that the Master wanted to see me. He seemed unbothered about what had happened in the morning. Grudgingly, I started to make my way to the Master’s mansion.

The house was very large and far from the workers’ house and the stables. To get to it, you had to take a small path that took you through a small batch of a thick forest. With a lantern on my other hand, I picked a few moist leaves and wiped myself as best as I could from the day’s muck and sweat. The small wood wyverns croaked in the trees while waiting for the moon to rise. During flight, their tiny emerald scales twinkled in the fading light. Sometimes the workers tried to catch them and fry the meat, making small little trinkets from their skin to send back home or sell at the market. The evening air and scent of the moist leaves and moss filled my nostrils.

I felt at peace.

Following the small path I finally reached the Master’s house. The rising moon made it glow slightly, making the gorgeous decorations even more so. The house might be pretty, but the creeping feeling inside told me otherwise. Going to the house was nothing good.

The large stone doors were opened to me by a young foxling servant. I had always liked how their reddish fur looked. He looked well kept as one serving such house should be. I felt inadequate in comparison. The foxling led me to another grand door through the house. I’d have liked to stay and watch all the dazzling decorations, but I knew my place.

As I stepped in, the Master was just finishing his meal. He let out a booming belch and wiped his mouth on a cloth napkin as his fat hairy belly shook underneath him. The room was lit by a large hearth and candles too many to count. The hardwood floors felt nice even through my paper shoes.

“Come in.” The Master said, “I was expecting to you be here earlier.”

I stepped closer and looked at him. The Master was a huge mountain troll. Large features on his ashen face were framed by even larger tusks and curved horns. One of his hands could easily cover my whole face. He was a lot older than me, but still in his prime. Underneath all that fat was pure muscle. He looked well-kept with his braided hair and beard. He wore a large red robe and furs over his broad shoulders.

“I apologize, my lord. Our work took longer than expected, but the shipment of gears arrived today and we managed to put them into the stockpile.” as I said it, I dropped my gaze and looked down. I knew my place.

“Humph, good.” The Master said after taking a long swig from his wine.
“I’ve heard you work well with that devil of a centaur. I’ve even heard I gave you a raise for it?”

Startled, I answered “Yes, he is very calm with me. I’m not sure why, but maybe his last owner was an elf.” My voice sounded hesitant. How did he not know he had given me a raise, did he not pay any attention to how we worked?

“Come here, I want to see you better.” as he said it I took swift steps towards him and stood next to his chair at the end of the table.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Lumi” I answered curtly, unsure of his intentions. My eyes avoided his stern gaze.

Master took a moment, looked at the table, and then back at me.

“Does it mean anything?” he inquired.

“It means ‘snow’ in my culture. My father said my pearly hair reminded him of his homeland. Honestly, I’ve never seen snow myself.” I felt like I was oversharing. My hands moved nervously.

Suddenly, the troll grabbed my face and forced me to meet his gaze. He observed my panicked face carefully. When I glanced down I realized he was naked. His fat cock peeked under his fat belly freely out of its sheath.

“I do not know what you’ve done to my stallion, but I know what you can do for me.” He growled as he slightly moved his chair to face me in all of his hanging glory.

“Kneel.” He demanded and I fell to my knees, looking straight at his chubby member. It wasn’t long, but thicker than a large piece of ham. I couldn’t help but stare.

“My foreman says you might have a good mouth, so show me,” he said as he grabbed my hair and pulled me closer to his shaft. With his other hand, he pushed it against my red cheeks. It felt warm and pulsing. The shaft was full of small and large bumps ending with a hefty knot and balls. Seeing it my surprise turned into arousal, licking my lips I knew I had what I’d craved all day long. I gently took both of his sizable balls into my hands and caressed him.

“I also have good hands,” I said before teasingly licked the tip of his cock. Master moaned as kept licking him, carefully circling the hole I would get my treasure from. He pulled my hair tightly and I let out a small whimper. He knew he was in control and I knew my place.

He smelt like honey tobacco, sweat, and smoked meat.

I began to stroke his shaft as my other hand found my nipples. He pushed his member against my mouth and forced me to open it. Every fingerbreadth he forced in hurt my jaw. I could feel his tip teasing the back of my throat making me gag. His cock filled my mouth completely, making me unable to even move my tongue. He pulled out a bit and then rammed the whole thing in again. The bumps on this shaft were surprisingly hard. He pulled out again and let me catch my breath before making me take his cock in again, plowing into me in a frenzy, making me choke every time, pulling out right before I was going to gag. Both of my hands now caressed my nipples. My reaction made him smile in a mad delight.

He pulled his glistening cock out of my battered mouth. Still hard as ever.

“What a delightful little toy you are,” he said as he quickly got up and pushed me against the table, clattering the fine pearlescent tableware onto the floor. His large tusks locked me in place as he began to lick my neck with his rough tongue, while his hands were spreading my legs apart. My whimpers were smothered under his fat body. He gently nibbled my left ear and slid to lick my already hard nipples and started to undress me.

My cock was nothing compared to him. His pinky was far larger than it. Master started to gently stroke me, enjoying the view of me struggling in pleasure. My cries echoed through the otherwise empty hall. I came quickly and shot strings of warm cum onto my belly. With his fingers, Master wiped some off and spread it against my own lips before giving me a long and forceful kiss. He forced his tongue inside my mouth. I felt worn, but I knew the night was not over yet.

Without warning, he pulled himself away from me and lined the tip of his cock to my hole. With one hand he lifted my hips and forcefully pushed himself inside, making me let out a sharp cry. My spit and whatever else he had used lubricated the entrance of my tunnel while he pomelled into me, stretching me beyond my limits. His fat body heaved on top of me as I panted in pleasure below him. His large knot battered my hole, not letting him enter any deeper and making him frustrated.

Somewhere behind the veil of my pleasure and passion, I heard the door, someone stepped in. Master kept pounding while he exchanged words unknown to me with the stranger. The whole lengthy table resonated in rhythm with his powerful thrusts. Only slightly slowing down with his pistoning, he took a few side steps and made me lay across the table and before I knew it, another cock was placed right over my aching face.

The Foreman had come in to give the Master some sort of a nightly report, only to find him defiling my rear. With a smirk on his face, he slapped his cock against my cheek and pulled my mouth open. Master kept on thrusting as I laid on my back on the table. I obediently let the Foreman’s hard tip inside, playing with it with my tongue as he slowly started to match Master’s rhythmic pace. Foreman’s cock pulsed and throbbed inside my mouth when I let out a loud gasp. Master had deepened his thrusts and managed to get his knot inside of my hole. Now ramming me even harder. The moment of my gasp was cut short, when the Foreman rammed his member back into my mouth, silencing my wail. A centaur might fill one hole, but getting battered forcefully by two chubby cocks was something completely new and I wanted more.

Master let out a roar as he lunged deep into me and released large clumps of cum, filling my bowels completely. He let his knot stay in place as the Foreman gave my mouth a few more thrusts and let his seed shoot straight to my throat. It felt slimy and slightly salty against my tongue. The Foreman pulled out but clamped my mouth shut with his hand to make sure I didn’t waste any of his seed. Master’s cock pumped in another load and pulled out. I swallowed all of the foreman’s seed and he looked satisfied.

“You’ve done good. I will see to it that your time under my rule shall be satisfactory.” The Master said. I could only nod out of depletion.

Shivering, I lay on a table as they left. The foxling servant came in and helped me to get me back on my feet. He wrapped me in a robe and helped me to get to the guest room. A warm meal awaited me on the table, but I was too tired to eat. Maybe even too full. I didn’t even have the energy to clean myself. As soon as I laid on the bed, I fell asleep with a smile on my face, hoping that the centaur wouldn’t mind if I missed one night with him.