"Come on, Studmuffin, we're going to whip up a passel of minimuffins,"
said Chad.
Chad led you by your bridle to the breeding barn where several mares
were waiting. You snort as you smell their pheromones. You're strapped
into a harness and your front half is hoisted in the air. The first
mare is backed into position underneath you, and restrained by her own
harness. They give your harness some slack and you eagerly mount the
mare. The smell of pheromone is intensified - you realize that Chad
has opened the jar.
Every 30 minutes you mount another mare. By the time the sky begins
to lighten, your cock and balls hurt. You're unable to produce any
more semen for now.
The next night, it's a brood mare, and you are forced to cum in
plastic containers. When Chad has milked you dry, he fastens a rubber
band tightly around your balls. He laughs wickedly, and whispers
confidentially in your ear, "I've got enough sperm to breed two dozen
more Studmuffins. So it's time to geld you!" He pulls out a sharp
shiny knife.