Naked, Sajan was led through the gate on a leash. He heard the wild exultation of the crowd at his appearance, but he ignored them, instead looking around for sign of the mare that had been promised him. Catching sight of her enticing, up-turned bottom facing his direction, he immediately started toward her. At his obvious impatience to mount her, the crowd laughed in delighted amusement and Sajan flushed with embarrassment as Liam pulled roughly on the leash, halting him in mid-stride. Sajan despised himself for appearing so eager for the mare, but Lord Radegund had seen to it that his cock had been kept hard, his sexual arousal so damnably intense, that he could not help himself. Although he had been under heavy guard for the last six weeks, there had been a brief moment, when Sajan had managed to work a hand loose and attempted to relieve himself while the guard's back was turned. How good. . . . .blissfully good. . . . .it had felt! Even if it was by his own hand! But the moment ended abruptly, when the guard had turned, catching him in the act, and angrily restrained him. Lord Radegund, interrupted in his little tete-a-tete with Brys and Jaron in his bedchamber, had been summoned, and he came swiftly to the stable, clad only in his robe, whip in hand. He was angrier than Sajan had ever seen him. Liam had also been awakened and ordered to the stable, and, at Radegund's furious bark he and the guard took Sajan down from the wall, each holding firmly to an arm as he was stretched from the waist across a rough-hewn table, his feet resting on the hard-packed dirt floor. Radegund angrily kicked his feet apart until his legs were spread in a grotesque squat, and while the guard and Liam held onto him, Radegund proceeded to whip him unmercifully. Afterwards, instead of the leather bonds, his wrists had been clapped in irons and chained to the wall, to ensure there would be no chance of him working loose again. And Radegund's torments were doubled to provoke his already raging arousal until his cock was near to bursting! But now, all that was past. Sajan wondered if the mare was as eager for him as he was for her? 'A virgin, no less!' he thought. And his already hardened cock strained harder still between his legs. Lord Radegund had insisted his favorite stallion be decorated for this special day. Though he had felt somewhat silly and embarrassed to appear in public thus, Sajan had kept quiet, submitting to it willingly, his cock so hungry for the mare, he did not want to fight the ridiculous decorations, lest he delay his moment of slaking his lust with her. His thick, blonde hair had been pulled back into a pony-tail at the nape of his neck. Gold studs were attached to his nipples. A thin gold chain cinched his waist and two other chains were wrapped about his upper thighs, passed between his legs and the cheeks of his buttocks then secured to the chain at his waist in the back. Sajan was forced to walk on the balls of his feet if he didn't want the chains pinching the tender, sensitive area of his groin and between his thighs. Stems of flowers were slipped through the links of the chain until it appeared his hips were swaddled with a flowery wreathe, the soft petals gently tickling his skin, irritating him. Smaller wreathes of flowers were placed on each of his ankles. As the crowning touch, Radegund himself had delighted in placing a wreath of flowers on his erect penis, offering the strict warning that he musn't go soft and let the ringlet of flowers fall to the ground. "What a pretty blonde boy!" He'd heard from the depths of the crowd as he made his way through the village in the small cart Radegund provided for his transport along the village streets. "Look at that cock, will you? He could break a stone wall with it!" Someone snickered. "Oooh!" A young maid sighed wistfully as she watched him pass by the tavern where she she stood in the doorway. "What I wouldn't give to feel him between me legs!" "I'd enjoy prying those taut buttocks apart and givin' him a ride he wouldn't soon forget!" Another male commented a little further down the cobblestone street. Sajan had suffered through it all, his cock flagging ahead of him, with its little wreathe of flowers swaying delicately back and forth. And now he was here, only moments away from blessed relief! But Sajan also knew that, jaded as these people were, as he himself had been before his life as a stallion, they would delight in drawing out his torment, savoring his suffering until the last possible moment. Although he tried to prepare himself for the inevitable, his arousal throbbed all the harder, making him restless, impatient. The little mare proved too distracting. Sajan tried to keep her within his line of vision, but then Liam appeared behind him, oiling his rump with work-roughened hands. He leaned close to mutter in Sajan's ear. "Now, listen to me, boy! They want me to parade you around the ring so they can get a good look at you. The mare hasn't released her water yet, and you'll not be allowed to take her until she does. So the nobles want a little entertainment while they're waiting. You give it to them, you hear? I'll not have Radegund use his whip on me backside because you decided to be stubborn! And don't think his lordship won't do the same to you, if you displease him today!" Liam squeezed the cheeks of Sajan's buttocks hard, making Sajan draw in a harsh breath. "Aye!" Liam growled, pleased to see his point was taken. "I thought not! Now, you go out there and wag your cock at them nobles, if they want you to! Do Lord Radegund proud today, and he's got a nice surprise waitin' for you in one of the tents yonder." Liam swatted him on the backside and Sajan marched off, his feet lifting high off the ground, his cock stiff between his legs. The oohs and aahs which followed made the color rise in his cheeks. Liam walked behind him, his riding crop at the ready. The little wreathe of flowers swayed dangerously close to the head of his cock and Sajan was forced to check himself so that it would not slip off accidentally. Liam directed him toward a group of richly dressed noblewomen who clapped excitedly at his approach. "Offer the wreathe to the lady in the center." Liam said low into his ear as he halted Sajan before them. He immediately recognized the Lady Catherine Warrenne. She had once been mistress to the King, and had taken a particular interest in Sajan some months ago, when Radegund had acquired him. She had proposed to purchase him from his lordship, several times the amount with which others had tempted Lord Radegund for Sajan's services, but his lordship had refused all offers for his prized stallion. "Sajan, you naughty boy!" Lady Catherine, whose voice, deeper than most women's, poured like warm, golden honey over him. Liam's riding crop reminded him of his manners, and Sajan spread his legs wide in deference to her ladyship, thrusting his hips forward, the wreathe of flowers swinging back and forth, the soft, silky petals nearly unbearable on the thick sensitive head of his cock. "How sweet!" The lady said, reaching down to pluck the flowers from his penis, her thumb gently brushing against him, causing him to tremble visibly. Liam flicked the lash at his rump and Sajan struggled to hold himself still before his female audience. "Oh, you are even more splendid than the last time I saw you!" Lady Catherine exclaimed. "What a fine time we would have together, if only I could convince Lord Radegund to sell you to me!" She pouted prettily at him, her fingertips idly stroking the length of his cock. Sajan gritted his teeth at her light touch upon him. And then Liam was moving him along at a slow trot, stopping him at intervals along the fence so that the nobles could admire him. "A splendid physique!" One gentleman adjured, stroking his beard while looking Sajan over carefully, one bushy brow lifted with interest. "And those muscles! He's powerfully built!" A rough male hand reached out, fondling Sajan's scrotum in his palm, thick fingers squeezing him gently, but firmly. "A fine set of balls! He'll be wanting to mount the mare more than once, I dare say!" "Ah! But he only gets this one opportunity! From the size and thickness of his cock, however, he will enjoy himself immensely!" Someone else commented. "He'll be giving us a fine show this afternoon!" Another man remarked, anticipation filling his voice. "Makes me horny, myself!" And the gentleman lightly squeezed the ample bosom of his lady-love who in turn squealed her delight at his daring. Sajan continued his prance around the perimeter of the fence, intent on keeping the little mare within sight. He wondered what she looked like? Bent over the beam as she was, he could not peruse her face. Where had she come from before being captured by Lord Thayer? What was her name? And then he became distracted again, as he passed a group of giggling young maidens who reached out to touch him. . . . .their first time to freely touch a stallion so openly, so boldly. But festival day was just such a day for the staid nobility to lose their inhibitions and act accordingly. Most of these young women had never been allowed by their rich, overprotective papas to see a man's naked form before and would not be allowed to again once the festival was over. And so this was a small rite of passage for them. Watching the stallion mate with the mare, they would know what to expect on their respective wedding nights and what the bright spot of red staining the bridal linen would mean when the time came. However, Liam did not let him linger long with them. Sajan was enjoying their untaught hands, their untutored fingers too much for his liking. If Sajan were to cum in the hands of these wide-eyed maidens, Radegund would beat them both until his arm wore out. How long was this to go on? Sajan asked himself silently. He needed to mount the mare and badly, before he shamed himself by spurting his semen into the crowd of onlookers through no fault of his own. He heard movement behind him, near the mare. Quickly, Sajan spun around to make sure no one was taking advantage of what today was rightfully his. But it was only a stable hand placing a small wooden bucket on the ground between the mare's spread legs. She was near her time then, he though exultantly as Liam hustled him off to the side where, he waited, anticipating, with the rest of the crowd, the first trickle of her golden shower between her thighs, signaling her readiness to be mounted. Arabella could feel the pressure of her bladder building within her, the padded beam pressing against her lower abdomen, adding to her discomfort. She clenched the tiny vaginal muscles, struggling not to release her water, but it was no use. Henri had given her too much water to drink and her bladder was near to bursting. In utter humiliation, she felt the first warm trickle escape from between her nether lips, and once started, her flow increased, splashing loudly into the bucket beneath her spread legs. Helpless tears rolled down her cheeks amidst the roar of approval from the crowd surrounding her. The bucket was removed and at once a hush fell over the bystanders. Arabella felt her body grow tense as she waited for the stallion to attack her from behind. Someone, she supposed it was Henri, swabbed her clean between her thighs, then gave her buttocks a comforting pat, before moving away. Despite the warmth of the sun pouring down upon her, Arabella shivered with fright. There was a rustle of movement, a stirring among the crowd. . . . then, soft footfalls in the grass as someone approached. The stallion? It was. Liam released Sajan with an encouraging swat to his rear. A titter of laughter rippled through the crowd as he trotted eagerly toward Arabella and that sweet, upturned bottom just begging to be mounted. His manhood was so hard, it seemingly had a mind of its own, thrusting out between his legs, and pointing directly at the delectable little mare. Although, he knew that both he and the mare had been specially trained for this day, looking at her now, Sajan almost wished he could take her somewhere private to relieve her of her virginity. There was a hauntingly vulnerable air to the wench he found curiously appealing. But they were here and no use to think about it now. Both of them were to perform for the jaded amusement of the nobility and to satisfy ancient superstitions of the peasants. Neither one of them had a choice to be anywhere else other than here, in the mating ring, at this moment, unable to leave until the deed was accomplished. Sajan circled 'round her slowly, taking his time now that his moment had come. He would be allowed to take her at his leisure, and so, in his own way, make this crowd of blasé' bystanders suffer through a little of the same anxious anticipation and impatience he had known these past months. Drawing a step closer to her, his nostrils flared as he breathed in the scent of her, the scent of pure, unadulterated femaleness, and the age-old, familiar scent of sex. He observed the slight trembling of her body, detected her nervousness as she waited for him to make his move. He drew closer, nudging her a little with the thick head of his cock, letting her know he was there. Sajan wished she were not bent over the beam so, though he knew it was for his benefit that she was positioned thus. But he wanted to see all of her; the little breasts with their hard, protruding nubs, the slightly flared hips, the pink pubis; her face, what he would give for just one glimpse of her face! He came to stand behind her, to admire the tender, heart-shaped buttocks, criss-crossed with a few bright pink stripes. Her ankles and wrists were chained widely apart to give him better access to her. His cock, of its own accord, and vibrating with arousal, bobbed up and down in recognition of the female. Sajan stepped up behind her, pressing against her, put his hands on her for the first time, feeling the little tremors which coursed through her body. Sajan had taken a number of virgins in his time, but never this way. Never for anyone's amusement or to satiate anyone else's desires, save his own. The thought did not stay his arousal, however. Instead, he felt all the sexual power his body possessed gather and build at the head of his cock. Man's age-old need to couple with a woman. Needing to mate. Needing to fuck. It was time to mount her. Shifting his hips, he let his cock rest between her nether lips, pressing against her vaginal opening just enough to let her feel his impatience to take her. The gold chain about his waist still held the flowers in its links to tickle and tantalize him. He loved the feel of her beneath his hands. Her skin was soft as silk from the oil lubricating her body and warm from the heat of the sun. But his cock was urging him on, and as the crowd held their breath, all their concentration centered on the two inside the ring, Sajan drew back, inserting the thick tip of himself just inside her small opening. Immediately, she tensed as she waited for his entry. Sajan let his hands stroke down her sun-warmed back, reveling in the feel of her slim body between his hands. He continued to let his fingers slide over her skin as he held himself still within her, in an effort to calm and distract her from the pain to come. He had already been warned that he was not to bring her to orgasm. That was left for others to do, Liam had informed him. He was only to fulfill his own pleasure, gratify his own sexual hunger. The mare would be taken care of in due time, Liam explained. Sajan should simply enjoy the satisfaction her body offered him. Sajan worked his cock in a little deeper. She was very tight, her small opening like a warm mouth clasping around the head of him. He heard her give a soft gasp of fear, and he held himself still within her once more, allowing her body to adjust to the feel of him. Around them, the crowd watched in silent and candid fascination, the little drama being played out before them, anticipating the penultimate moment for the stallion to join himself fully to the mare. But Sajan was utterly lost in his own sexual drive, in sensations long denied him, the crowd all but forgotten. At last, when he could wait no longer, Sajan grasped her hips between his hands, his fingers digging into her soft, pliant flesh, and thrust his full length into her. He felt the little membrane give beneath his assault, heard her sudden cry of pain and shock which became lost in the wild cheering and applause of those gathered around them. Sajan felt her body opening to him, the little muscles widening and contracting around him to accommodate him. Unable to control himself, he groaned aloud, which set off another wild round of cheering. He withdrew. . . . .and thrust again. . . . .withdrew. . . . .and thrust. And suddenly, his own long denied passion and lust burst forth, driving him onward, in and out of her. He was blind to the crowd watching with such avid interest as he fucked the mare like the stallion he was, deaf to the little cries of pain turned pleasure she gave as he rammed into her again and again. Arabella, frightened by this first male invasion of her body, thrust back with her hips in an effort to buck him off and out of her. But the stallion was strong and would not be denied. He held her hips firmly in place, thrusting slowly, deeply, within her, widening his stance behind her, not only to enhance his own pleasure, but also, so that she could feel the full length of him entering her as he did so. She moaned, struggling against his hold, until, at last she grew exhausted and submitted to his rough handling of her body. His scrotum smacked against her as his thrusts became more frenzied. His hands slid from her hips to grasp her buttocks in his large palms, peeling her apart, glimpsing the pink, puckered anal opening. Too tempting to resist, he teased at it lightly with tip of his finger, her buttock muscles tensing as he did so, trying to close against him, but she could not. Again came that surge of male power. The mare was his for the taking. They had given her to him and she was his . . . . .for this day. . . . .this moment, at least. The tip of his finger dipped into her anal passage, pushing inexorably up into her, breaking her virginity there, too. The mare gave a surprised gasp, shuddering violently as she felt him invade that forbidden place. She struggled uselessly, her bonds secure, which only served to spur his lust, as he wormed his finger its entire length into the pink, sensitive orifice, at the same time pushing his cock firmly into the tight little cunt, letting her hold the very fullness of himself. Sajan rode her, fucking with a lustiness that had his crowd of admirers roaring with appreciation. He did not hold himself back, but stroked in and out of her, letting the tiny grunts and groans of her pleasure drive him on. And then. . . . .that first delicious spasm, preordaining his orgasm. . . . .made itself felt. He thrust within her, losing all sense of pride, all dignity. The only thing that mattered were the fast-rising sensations within him, spasm after spasm, causing a wild sense of abandonment to burst upon him. Then, with a preternatural roar erupting from him. . . . .he came. . . . .felt the very essence of himself break forth, pouring deep within the mare's body. The crowd was nearly ecstatic as Sajan slumped weakly over the lithe, prone body of his mare. And she was his now. He had laid claim to her. Sajan nuzzled the side of her neck in a comforting gesture, heard her whimper softly. "Quickly, your name!" He pressed his lips close to her ear. He knew Liam was approaching even now to drag him off before he could have another go at her and he wanted to know who she was. The rules of the mating ritual did not allow for him to ask, but he would risk it. He had to know. "Arabella." She replied, her voice so soft, he had to strain to hear her. "I am Sajan." He informed her. "Would that I could take you again, little Arabella. But they will not allow me the pleasure of mating with you a second time. However, remember this. When our time of service is finished here, when they release the two of us, I will find you again." And then Liam was there, prodding him off her. Sajan was loathe to leave her, but he was given no choice. Liam pulled him upright and splashed warm water from a bucket on his genitals, then swiftly cleaned his cock and balls, attached the leash to his collar, and led him out the gate of the mating ring, to the echoing cheers of the throng. Lord Radegund was waiting for Sajan, stroking his goatee and smiling broadly. Very nicely done, my Sajan." He said. "You have proven yourself well. And now, I have a nice treat in store for you because you've been so good today. And tonight, you will once more be invited into my bedchamber. I have been too long without my favorite steed. But come! Come!" He hurried before them, robe billowing out behind him as he led the way to one of the many tents at the edge of the greensward. Liam pulled him along by the leash, and Sajan dreaded whatever new misery Radegund had thought up to torment him with. But he was pleasantly surprised when Radegund for once, proved totally out of character. His lordship threw open the tent flap, motioning Sajan forward. Liam quickly released him and Sajan ducked inside. He looked, only to swing his gaze hastily to Radegund, who stood just at the opening of the tent, gesturing broadly. "Go on, Sajan. They're for you." Sajan looked back at the three naked mares reclining on the large, overstuffed cushions scattered over the floor of the tent, their nubile bodies eager for the attention of a male. "It is my reward to you." Radegund informed him, obviously pleased with himself. "You have them for the rest of the day, to take at your leisure. Your passions must be quite aroused after such a long abstinence. And while your little mare out in the ring must have been delightful in her own way, I'm sure your cock must be hungry already for more of the same. These three are not virgins, of course. But I'm sure you will find them just as pleasing to you." He paused, with his hand on a corner of the tent flap. "Liam will stand guard outside to prevent any foolhardy notions you may have to try to make your way to the mare again. I shall join you later, and mayhap bring along a few acquaintances to imbibe in wine and ale and enjoy a light repast. But do not let our audience refrain you from amusing yourself with the females. I assure you, we would enjoy watching. Of course, that should not bother you, not after that impeccable display outside. Now, go. Join them. Or I shall think that you are not happy with my little surprise." Slowly, Sajan looked down at himself, and though he would not have thought it possible, he saw that Radegund was right. He was already hard and erect again, and so soon after being with the little Arabella. Chuckling, Radegund snapped his fingers at the three on the cushions. Languidly, they rose, surrounding Sajan with their lush, ripe bodies, taking hold of him, pulling him down with them onto the pile of sumptuous cushions. He reclined back, a mare under each arm as they kissed and nuzzled him with their full, pouting lips. The third mare settled between his legs, licking at him, suckling him, worshipping his cock with her soft mouth. Radegund smiled down at Sajan with affection. "There is wine there," he pointed to a low table against the far side of the tent, "if you thirst. But perchance, wine will be the furthest thing from your mind for a long while." And then he was gone. After they had taken Sajan away, Henri had gently cleaned her himself, mindful of her lost virginity, and the soreness between her thighs. Cynan and Owyn unhooked her from the iron rings, lifting her up to lay her atop the beam itself, splaying her legs out on either side of her, so that her feet hung just above the ground. Her hands were clasped above her head and tied to the end of the beam. Henri informed her that she was to stay in this position until or unless he ordered her to do otherwise. Arabella turned her head aside encountering Lord Thayer's dark, brooding gaze for the first time since being brought into the mating ring. Her eyes were caught and captured by his and she shivered at the intense look of desire she saw there. He did want her! She had not imagined it! Henri was speaking to her in a low voice. She barely heard him tell her to remain relaxed as he proceeded to remove the little ring with its silver bell attached to her clitoris. She shivered again at the feel of his fingers brushing against her, but she did not, could not take her gaze away from Lord Thayer. A hush came over the crowd once more as Henri set the bell aside. Her slim body lay atop the beam, pink nipples jutting upward, as if she lay upon a sacrificial altar. She felt Henri's fingers stroking her, nudging at the little clitoris, which swelled between her nether lips, awakening once more with arousal. Her hips arched toward his hand and she groaned in spite of herself. Her onlookers gave a collective sigh of appreciation at the sight. Henri played with her, massaged and manipulated her, tweaking her nipples occasionally, as her lithe body writhed upon the beam, her hips arcing against Henri's cunning fingers that relentlessly sought her orgasm. And still, Arabella's gaze never wavered from Lord Thayer's face. Her orgasm caught her unexpectedly. She screamed aloud her release, her slim hips lifting off the beam even as Henri continued to work her. The crowd clapped and cheered. The second spasm hit her even more strongly, sending her over the edge of ecstasy, her cry of fulfillment reverberating over the heads of the men and women surrounding her, out over the greensward. . . . . and into Sajan's tent. When Sajan heard the first scream, he knew instinctively who and what it was. He paused, his lips locked to the female's he held in his arms, while the other two battled for his cock with their moist tongues. And then, the second cry came, and Sajan's own passion released once again, streaming into the air as the two mares sought to claim his cock for their own. But even as Sajan spent himself in the arms of the three women Radegund had rewarded him with, in his mind's eye, he saw once again, the little Arabella, and vowed to himself that his first time with her would not be his last.

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