The stable boy struggled against his restraints, breathing in the newly fouled air. He watched Mike shifting through the box of brushes at his feet, and desperately tried to free himself. But Mike had tied him tight, making sure he couldn't escape. All he could do was whimper and squirm as Mike took out brush after brush, looked each over briefly, and then looked for another one.
"You've gotten your revenge, I'm a freak now! Please just let me go, we're even now!" the boy said, tears welling up in his eyes.
"NO!" Mike boomed as he was picking through the box. He was starting to get annoyed at the boy, who's struggling was making it hard to him to focus on the brushes. "I told you, you are going to pay dearly for what you've done to me! I'm not satisfied with getting even, I want your suffering to be greater than what you put me thought!"
The boy stopped squirming, and lay still. His body glistened with sweat in the sunlight streaming in through a window. He wasn't more than 13, lying there on full display. He was a less developed than most early teens. Not a single hair on his body, save for his golden brown locks that was matted down with sweat. His skin was as smooth as a baby's, and he still had some baby fat. His arms were 2 thin twigs, a little smaller than his pencil like legs. With fear in his eyes, and tears sliding down his cheeks, he spoke,
"I think I can fix us both. I heard the farmer mention a brush that could remove any magical effects someone might have encountered. If you let me go, I promise I'll try to get the brush from him and fix us. Just please don't do anything else to me." his face was somber, and his eyes were wide. Mike looked directly at him, concentrating on his face. The boy didn't so much as blink, and Mike finally broke and decided the boy was telling the truth.
But just as he reached over to the knotted rope keeping one of the boy's legs down, he notices a split second smirk on the boy's face. Furious, Mike reached up and slapped the boy across the face.
"You LIAR! I saw that deceitful gesture! You took me for a fool boy, now I'm going to show you why no one has ever messed with a Centaur!"
The boy once again started to frantically pull at the ropes, grunting and panting as he desperately tried to break the thick braided twine. Mike had gone back to the brushes, fury burning in his eyes. Finally after half a dozen brushes, he found one he thought would teach a good lesson.
"Alright boy, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. I haven't told anyone, but after a few of these brushes, I know you'll be trustworthy."
Mike showed the boy the brush he had picked out. It wasn't any different than the others, save for the inscription on the handle. Hard to read from the dirt and dust that had caked itself on over the years, were gold lettering. Mike used his thumb to wipe away some of the grime, and the words were revealed. "Sexual Equipment +" was clearly readable now. Mike grinned at the confused look on the boy's young face.
"I'm gay" said mike. "And I think you'd be quite the stud of you were bigger... if you know what I mean."
The boy's confusion turned to fear again as he realized what the brush would do. He remembered seeing it used on a young bull a year ago. The bull had been a "late bloomer" and his equipment wasn't as big as it needed to be. So the farmer had brushed the bull with this particular brush, and the bull's groin had grown.
Mike saw the fear, and laughed. "What, you don't want to be hung like a horse?" he said sarcastically. "I've seen you staring at my dick boy, and I know you wish for yours to be equal to mine. BUT for now, you'll continue to have human loins."
With that, Mike started to stroke the boy's cock with the brush. Even as the boy wiggled, trying to free himself, Mike notices that the struggle was less and less, and the boy was starting to enjoy this. He also noticed that the boy's dick had already, with a few strokes, gained an inch in length, and was getting thicker too. The boy was now moaning hard, and gyrating his hips in rhythm with the strokes. Even with the immense pleasure, he managed to gasp,
"S-s-stop oooh god nooooo"
but even as he protested weakly, he his body was clearly showing the pleasure. His dick was already 9 inches long, thick and beautiful, and his balls had gone from marbles, to ping pong balls. Precum started to leak down the shaft as the boy's hips started to thrust against the brush. Finally, at 10 and a half inches, thick as a toilet paper roll, and with egg sized balls, Mike stopped stroking.
"I see you really liked that boy" Mike said with obvious triumph in his voice."
"I... I did." the boy said with defeat.
Mike walked around the table to the boy's face, taking a shirt glance down at his very manly equipment. Then leaned down and kissed the boy's cheek.
"I don't want to torture you anymore. Something in me just can't stand to see you suffer. But I don't want to let you go just yet. A few more of these brushes, and I'll set you free with a beautiful outlook on life. Maybe then you'll really go find that cure brush, and fix us."
The boy looked up into the Centaur's beautiful brown eyes, and a tear slid down his cheek. "What are you going to do to me Mr Centaur?" He said, his voice quivering slightly.
"I'll show you." Mike said, and reached over for yet another brush he had set aside...
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