Mature Sex. Caramel, Braeburn, Big Mac, OC's. M/M. Inflation.
There was a knock at my door, so I got off the sofa to go greet my guest. I opened the door to let him in.
“Howdy, Cider,” Caramel said.
“Hey, come on in.”
I stepped aside and let him into my house. “So, you got the surprise ready?”
“Sure do.” I gestured over to the basement. It was used for storage but I cleaned it out and got it ready for his big birthday present. It was my way to repay him for the last few months we had spent together, as well as have some fun myself.
“I’ve gotta admit I’m looking forward to whatever you have in store.”
“You remember the safe word?” I asked.
“Sure do.”
“Great, let’s get you ready.” I lead him down into the basement, enjoying the way he looked around like I was the villain in some horror novel, leading him to his doom. The basement wasn’t that dusty, and all the boxes had been moved to the side. It still did have a bit of a weird vibe to it.
In the middle of the room was a table I had modified using some old shop tools. It was now bent in half, forming a ninety-degree angle. The table had two V’s cut into it. The downward facing one matching a pony’s hind legs, and leaving their member to dangle freely. The top side’s V formed a place for the head to rest or hang freely, while being used by a stallion.
Four strong straps rested where each hoof would lay, effectively trapping a pony in the ‘come hither’ position and putting them at their captor’s mercy.
“Wow, you went all out on this one,” Caramel commented.
“Better get yourself comfortable. I put some padding on there for you.”
I helped him get into place against the table, until he was bent over it like a mare over the side of a bed. He was already getting aroused just thinking about what I must have planned for him. I leaned down and fastened the straps around his hind legs, binding them to the table. They were padded enough not to cut into him, but tight enough not to let them slide off.
With his hind legs secured, I went around to take care of his forelegs. “Wow, I don’t get to be on this end often,” Caramel observed.
“It can be addictive.” I fastened the last strap, trapping his fourth leg to the table. “Being so helpless and vulnerable. . .”
“What are you going to do to me?” he asked with a hint of playfulness in his voice.
“First you’ll need this ring-gag. Can you still tap your hoof?” I asked.
He tapped it three times on the wood, which was their safe-word. I lifted up the ring gag, slipping it into place until it clicked in behind his teeth. The strap that held it into place was easy to tighten, until Caramel was stuck there with his mouth wide open.
“Good, now don’t go anywhere while I go get our friends,” I stated.
Caramel mumbled something and tugged at the restraints. Only now did he truly realize what it was like to be the sub, to be little more than an object—giving his consent and free will over to another.
“Oh, and since our friends are coming, here’s a blindfold. If you can guess who’s who, you’ll be rewarded nicely.”
He squirmed around, getting comfortable in his restraints, as I fastened a blindfold over his eyes. I turned and left him in the basement.
Once I got upstairs and went outside I found our friends waiting next door at Segite’s house. Him and Braeburn had been long time friends of Caramel and I. They’d even convinced Big Mac to come along, who had been a bit more hesitant to come out of the stables.
“Hey, you ready to give Caramel his birthday present?” I asked.
“Sure am!” Braeburn answered.
“Brae and I have been hoping for a chance to spend time with you two,” Segite stated.
“You ready too, Mac?” I inquired.
“Eeyup.”
“Okay, let’s go.”
I led them back to my house and into the basement. The rules of our game tonight had been explained to them, and they understood he’d be trying to guess which of his friends were mounting him. Since we planned at least half a dozen rounds, I’d procured some blue pills from Vinyl that would increase our stamina and the strength of our orgasms.
Braeburn had gotten to go first and went around to his head. Caramel struggled against the restraints, knowing the first pony was here. He didn’t get any hints on which stallion was in front of him.
Caramel felt the weight on his shoulders as Braeburn climbed up. Once his stallionhood was close enough, Caramel started to lap at it. As it began to grow, Caramel did his best to wrap his lips around the head.
I walked up behind Caramel and stroked my shaft, getting ready for my turn. A little lubricant would help me speed things along, though Braeburn ran into no such difficulty. He had started to stifle some moans, not wanting to give away his identity.
Before I got in position I saw how hard Caramel had gotten. His thick cock was twitching below the table, completely devoid of any stimulation. I smiled, enjoying his torment for a moment.
As I climbed onto the table, I could see Caramel’s neck straightened out and bulging slightly. Deepthroating a stallion was definitely a learned skill, and despite his bondage he was doing admirably. Luckily the table was bolted down, as he was about to have two stallions banging him at once.
I squirted some of the lube on his ass, and slid my already slick member against his back door. Caramel moaned as he felt me slide into place, slowly pushing past his sphincter. I realized that he’d know the feeling of his own special somepony. In order to win this round, I decided to be a little rougher and try to throw him off.
My hooves thudded down above his flanks, and I dug into his stomach under his ribs for leverage. Pushing forward, I quickly reached my limit as he slid down to the base of my shaft. From here, I began to pull halfway out before thrusting back in, making the table sway slightly as I did so.
I could see Braeburn speeding up and using his hooves to grab Caramel’s mane and hold him steady. My own pace quickened once I felt Caramel pushing back against me, eager for more.
His tight ass was hot and slick, and bound to the table, he couldn’t move an inch. I had to resist the urge to blow my load early because it felt so good. Caramel continued to clench his ass around my shaft, and I could feel each of Braeburn’s thrusts pushing him further back against me.
My hoof found its way under the table to tug on Caramel’s balls and tease him. After a few groans from him I couldn’t wait any longer, speeding up until the friction built up. I could feel my orgasm building at the base of my shaft, spreading outward into my abdomen. I tightened up my muscles, prolonging the sensation longer. Finally, the dam burst and I felt my muscles contract and begin pumping my semen into Caramel.
Braeburn must have been timing it because he started to cum at the same time. I pushed deeper into Caramel as I felt my load shooting inside him, filling him up. I could feel the pressure building inside him and started to pull out. My orgasm seemed to put out a lot more cum than usual, and for a fleeting moment it almost looked like Caramel had gained ten pounds. His stomach seemed to be bulging slightly and gurgling.
Once I’d finished and cleaned up I went around to the front and loosened the ring gag until it came out and hung around his neck.
“Okay, what’s your guess?” I asked.
“Hmm. Was it you and Segite?” Caramel asked.
“Nope. Time for the next two.”
“You brought mo—mmph!”
“Sure did!”
Caramel tried to look around and tilt his head, but couldn’t see anything out of the corners of the blindfold.
Big Mac and Segite had taken their pills too with some water and were already hard. Segite lubed himself up and walked up behind Caramel.
I watched as he climbed up, using a hoof to help spread Caramel’s ass and insert his cock. He slid into place with practiced motions and began rocking back and forth slowly. From my spot on the sidelines I became a bit envious, as Vinyl’s magic pills had left me rock hard and ready for more. There wasn’t much I could do now but watch.
Big Mac got up in front of Caramel. It wasn’t his first time with a stallion, but he went much slower than the rest of us had. He started with just his tip in Caramel’s mouth, making short thrusts and advancing slowly.
The stallions picked up their pace and it wasn’t long before I was watching them cum inside Caramel. Sure enough, they seemed to be inflating him slightly as they pumped him full of seed. I’d have to remember to ask Vinyl for more of them. Caramel looked cute with some extra fat on his belly, even if it was temporary.
I went up in front of him and took the ring gag out. He was burping and moaning, no doubt from the large bulge in his stomach. “What’s your guess?”
“Well, it was you and somepony else last time,” Caramel deduced. “You said it wasn’t Segite, so that must have been him just now.”
I smirked. “And your second guess?”
“Well, if Segite’s here Braeburn must be too, but that couldn’t of been him. It almost felt like I imagine Big Mac would.”
“Shoot.” I looked over at the others. “Well, he guessed right, so I guess he’ll get to cum.”
“Why don’t we take him down and share?” Braeburn asked.
“Sounds good to me. Caramel?”
“Sure,” he answered.
I unfastened the straps and let him get off, helping him to his hooves. He groaned, and laid down on his back. “Whew, I feel so full,” Caramel stated.
“You’re hard as a brick, just relax and let us do the rest,” I said. I sat down on his chest, taking his throbbing shaft into my hooves. I began to tease his tip with my tongue and run my hooves down his shaft to his balls, then tugging on them. He seemed close to the edge already.
Braeburn came over and interrupted. “Hey, you gotta share.”
“You gotta care,” Segite said from behind me.
I smiled and gestured to Braeburn. He positioned himself over Caramel’s ass, sliding in slowly to his medial ring. He then leaned forward, catching me off-guard as he kissed me. I returned the favor, quickly finding myself closing my eyes and leaning into it.
Behind me I heard a muffled moan as Segite thrust into Caramel’s mouth. He began to thrust forward as Braeburn pounded Caramel’s ass.
This left me contently in the middle, stroking down Caramel’s shaft. It began to erupt, covering my orange coat in semen. Some of it even got onto the bandana around my neck. He’d certainly built up a lot while we bucked and teased him.
Luckily, Braeburn leaned back in and began kissing me. I let his tongue back into my mouth and enjoyed it, absentmindedly stroking Caramel’s dick some more. Somehow Braeburn was able to stroke my own cock with a hoof, giving me just enough stimulation to feel another orgasm building.
Caramel’s muffled moans barely reached my ears as he was sandwiched between the two stallions. I focused on Braeburn’s tongue, trying to wrestle it down with my own. The base of my shaft was rubbing against Caramel’s leg and I felt my next orgasm pass the point of no return.
I moaned into Braeburn’s mouth and sperm shot out of my cock, covering his vest. He had to have been close too, because he thrust into Caramel and exploded at the same moment. His stomach distended a little more as him and Segite pumped their second loads inside of him.
It took a minute to recover as we all sat and laid down. The night had been exhausting, but my libido was still running wild.
“Hey, Cider, how long do those pills last? I’m still rock hard over here,” Segite said.
“Uh, let me check.” I walked over and found the small non-descript box the pills came in. “Guaranteed to have you coming for six to eight hours. See a doctor if erection lasts more than twelve.”
“Shit,” Braeburn said. “I think we’re gonna be at this awhile.”
“It’s alright,” Caramel said, patting the bulge in his stomach. “I can take plenty more, this is the best birthday gift ever.”