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"Kill him!" Screamed a haggard and rage filled voice. "Don't let him return to our homes, we must protect the ones we love." The words were loud and hate-filled, yet also so distant in Daltin's mind. This was not a recent exchange, but the events of a few nights past. Each day sense, the words echoed in him, only momentarily staved off by hunger or thirst. This was the hottest season in the equine territory, and the sweltering heat warmed his thick, black fur like the tar on a freshly paved road. In fact, some days it felt like his body really was boiling with blisters where he was most exposed to the sun. However, the most distinct sensations came from his wrists, steel shackles engorged with heat and seared into his flesh with agonizing and scaring damage.
The first day had been the worst, but by the second day, the burned and mangled flesh had become numb to the pain. This heat was dehydrating him faster, like a grape in the sahara. The bastards hadn't even considered the way he would die. Leaving him out here in a clearing to be chained up. Their were many lovely trees all about him, their dark green leaves providing shade for the delicate plants beneath them, but far from Daltin's reach. That second day, his mind shifted from memories of the previous night to dillusions induced by the heat, typically involving singing trees. His mind was not in a safe place, made worse by the gash on his head that led to blood loss. This wound had mostly closed-up and he was trying to recover in this agonizing heat. No reason was given for why he was punished this way, Daltin had done no wrong. A happy husband, young albeit, but faithful and very loving to her. She had been a prize to many males, but when she saw him, he became the prize and she wasn't going to let what she wanted get away.
The memories of his mate kept him strong, the desire to return to her. Oh...that first night she let herself go on him, he swore she wasn't actually going to breed with him, just suck every drop of his seed from his swollen balls. To be honest, it was a little odd that she craved his seed so much it almost seemed an addiction. That strangeness continued everyday after, sucking him down her throat any chance she got, no matter where they were. Daltin considered himself lucky. The truth of this desire from her was something he didn't understand, but she didn't risk a chance to taunt him into taking her either, that girl had been so proper but when he was near, she was a sexual deviant.
A rough, hacking cough caught the air before the violent sound of flim forcing up from his throat followed before Daltin spit to the ground. "They are really going to let me die out here. Chained to this post like some beast, not to mention the humiliating ring around my cock and leather satchel over my balls." Those things were so awkward, like they were trying to contain something by putting them on him. "They think binding me up will do something special...maybe just trying to make fun of me."
"Ass holes," Daltin muttered after a moment of silence. His anger was quickly stiffled when a gentle breeze began to shake the leaves. Every breeze became a moment of bliss for him, praying it swept low enough to hit his partially exposed form. Pants remained, but that was all he had been given in this indignant state. That might not even have been for his benefit, but part of their fear. The breeze rustled the trees a bit more before finally dying back down, leaving him with nothing at all. It was like a dream had been snatched away, throwing him down into a burning heap on the ground.
What Daltin didn't realize, that he was a threat to all the males in the wolf capital. It wasn't his fault, just a matter of fate. Every so often, a certain male winds up having the blessing and curse of being an alpha wolf. This was not the same as the natural order of an alpha wolf being the eldest wolf in a family. No, this was a genetic anomially triggered by an ancient and very powerful gene. Some believe this gene once existed in all species that have survived evolutions test, because strength and speed do make for winners, but the best breeders survive the test of time. So, to ensure breeding, the released a scent so potent, that females of all shapes and sizes would come for the male whether they licked it or not, and once that female tasted of his seed, she would yern for more. This was Daltin's fate and the moment the males realized this, they chained him out here, to burn. This genetic feature was so extreme, he would be able to grow to enormous sizes to outdo males of any species for their females. The size was to achieve greater pleasure and ensure breeding, whatever he needed to ram and grind their g-spots until they were almost numb to the world from the pleasure. The curse of course, was it did not allow for him to be a one female male, to be devoted to his wife back home, and to face the wrath of the males who's mates fell under his spell.
Something inside him, told him he was not normal, that he was here for a reason. There had to be a reason no females were part of that mob, only very angry males. Maybe their was something inside him he didn't understand, something having to do with females. BUt based on who threw him out, it was probably only his own kind, he never had any problems the years he grew up here in the horse Kingdom. Well, problems with girls wanting him for no reason. That didn't excuse those giant mares that looked like goddesses to him. They were young like he was, but in their faces he saw all that was beautiful in the world. Velvety, soft lips that were enormous compared to his own kind but he longed to kiss, powerful, large bodies, long lashes that brought out enormous, deep, passionate eyes. Everything about them captivated him and were almost enough to give up his title and place among his people. However, before he could tell them that he had considered becoming part of their kingdom, his parents took him back home. If only he knew the cause of that was due to his own mother and some of the mare mother's getting ideas about the young wolf. "I die out here...alone."
The first day had been the worst, but by the second day, the burned and mangled flesh had become numb to the pain. This heat was dehydrating him faster, like a grape in the sahara. The bastards hadn't even considered the way he would die. Leaving him out here in a clearing to be chained up. Their were many lovely trees all about him, their dark green leaves providing shade for the delicate plants beneath them, but far from Daltin's reach. That second day, his mind shifted from memories of the previous night to dillusions induced by the heat, typically involving singing trees. His mind was not in a safe place, made worse by the gash on his head that led to blood loss. This wound had mostly closed-up and he was trying to recover in this agonizing heat. No reason was given for why he was punished this way, Daltin had done no wrong. A happy husband, young albeit, but faithful and very loving to her. She had been a prize to many males, but when she saw him, he became the prize and she wasn't going to let what she wanted get away.
The memories of his mate kept him strong, the desire to return to her. Oh...that first night she let herself go on him, he swore she wasn't actually going to breed with him, just suck every drop of his seed from his swollen balls. To be honest, it was a little odd that she craved his seed so much it almost seemed an addiction. That strangeness continued everyday after, sucking him down her throat any chance she got, no matter where they were. Daltin considered himself lucky. The truth of this desire from her was something he didn't understand, but she didn't risk a chance to taunt him into taking her either, that girl had been so proper but when he was near, she was a sexual deviant.
A rough, hacking cough caught the air before the violent sound of flim forcing up from his throat followed before Daltin spit to the ground. "They are really going to let me die out here. Chained to this post like some beast, not to mention the humiliating ring around my cock and leather satchel over my balls." Those things were so awkward, like they were trying to contain something by putting them on him. "They think binding me up will do something special...maybe just trying to make fun of me."
"Ass holes," Daltin muttered after a moment of silence. His anger was quickly stiffled when a gentle breeze began to shake the leaves. Every breeze became a moment of bliss for him, praying it swept low enough to hit his partially exposed form. Pants remained, but that was all he had been given in this indignant state. That might not even have been for his benefit, but part of their fear. The breeze rustled the trees a bit more before finally dying back down, leaving him with nothing at all. It was like a dream had been snatched away, throwing him down into a burning heap on the ground.
What Daltin didn't realize, that he was a threat to all the males in the wolf capital. It wasn't his fault, just a matter of fate. Every so often, a certain male winds up having the blessing and curse of being an alpha wolf. This was not the same as the natural order of an alpha wolf being the eldest wolf in a family. No, this was a genetic anomially triggered by an ancient and very powerful gene. Some believe this gene once existed in all species that have survived evolutions test, because strength and speed do make for winners, but the best breeders survive the test of time. So, to ensure breeding, the released a scent so potent, that females of all shapes and sizes would come for the male whether they licked it or not, and once that female tasted of his seed, she would yern for more. This was Daltin's fate and the moment the males realized this, they chained him out here, to burn. This genetic feature was so extreme, he would be able to grow to enormous sizes to outdo males of any species for their females. The size was to achieve greater pleasure and ensure breeding, whatever he needed to ram and grind their g-spots until they were almost numb to the world from the pleasure. The curse of course, was it did not allow for him to be a one female male, to be devoted to his wife back home, and to face the wrath of the males who's mates fell under his spell.
Something inside him, told him he was not normal, that he was here for a reason. There had to be a reason no females were part of that mob, only very angry males. Maybe their was something inside him he didn't understand, something having to do with females. BUt based on who threw him out, it was probably only his own kind, he never had any problems the years he grew up here in the horse Kingdom. Well, problems with girls wanting him for no reason. That didn't excuse those giant mares that looked like goddesses to him. They were young like he was, but in their faces he saw all that was beautiful in the world. Velvety, soft lips that were enormous compared to his own kind but he longed to kiss, powerful, large bodies, long lashes that brought out enormous, deep, passionate eyes. Everything about them captivated him and were almost enough to give up his title and place among his people. However, before he could tell them that he had considered becoming part of their kingdom, his parents took him back home. If only he knew the cause of that was due to his own mother and some of the mare mother's getting ideas about the young wolf. "I die out here...alone."
