Mitchell sttod sniffing the air as scent after wafting scent was caught into his giant nostrils. Dreaming about the wild encounters ahead Mitchell soon stood with his massive toy erect and willing.
As he stood thinking of conquests yet unmet the feeling to which Ty placed over him made a feeling of pride well up for his good friend.
Ty no sooner walked out the stable but the groomsman walked in. A reing was clipped to Mitchell's halter and without a care he was led to a waiting lory. The ride was even more fun as Mitchell felt a bit dizzy from the many scents registering in his nose.
At last the rich scents of mares' in estus touched those male equine senses. A desire to own and dominate over his herd rushed into and swamped his every thought. Skiddishly he was backed down the ramp to stand on green grass and four hooves giving a solid feeling.
The mares whinnied at the pasture fence. Each dear lady had her tail held high and those horsey sex lips winking with unbareable desire. Poor Mitchell was so enthralled by this all he soon found himself being introduced to a mare locked into a breeding stall.
As he jumped to mount the sweet smelling love he felt an odd pulling sensation. A peering look to his left saw a Groomsman reach under his belly and take firm hold of his wonderful erection. A guiding hand pressed the black shaft into a long cold jar just as the semen erupted fro Mitchell's shaft.
Squirt after squirt about seven in all until the jigger was almost full. One Groomsman looked at the other with a smile. As Mitchell calmed down and slid off the mare's back he stood sniffing the long jar filled with his semen. It gave a neat and friendly feeling to his withering mentality.
The Groomsman seemed to be very happy with him and blessed the stallion. As both stud and man walked about waiting for the massive organ to home up into the sheath Mitchell heard but did not understand the man's words. Soon he was released into a lone pasture to graze and enjoy the raw scents of his soon to be herd of mares.