Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2023 14:59:06 +0000 From: "out-cast@hotmail.com" Subject: Chiron and Belomachus Chiron and Belomachus Centaurs: half-man, half-horse ... But they are all-horse where it matters most. Please donate to help keeping Nifty rousing: https://donate.nifty.org/ ---- I lower myself to the ground and settle comfortably, folding my legs underneath me with a groan. Being immortal unfortunately doesn't mean you cannot feel old. The youth sets himself facing me, observing my form with curiosity. "Tell me why you are here ..." His face rises from watching my body to look me in the eyes, an open face, respectful but not fearful ... unusually, because we centaurs are known among the mortals as violent and unpredictable. "In a dream, my father told me to find you. You are to teach me, mentor me, make me the strongest and most venerated hero in history." The youngster is in that intermediate stage: no longer a child, not yet a man. Give him 3 or 4 years, though, when he is 20 or so, and he will be as broad and imposing as Achilles once was. Despite his immaturity, however, he already is beautiful: flowing blond locks, light-brown eyes, body like a demigod. Fittingly, because he is a demigod, I am predicting with some confidence. The similarity is too close to be coincidental. "You father is Apollo ..." I put it as a statement, rather than a question, to impress on him that his tutor knows all. "Yes, Master. My father is the God of archery, of healing and music ... my mother was a mortal." "Your mother was Mellista of Sparta ... you are Belomachus ..." "Yes, Master ..." Everyone knows how Apollo, once my mentor and foster father, had seduced the Spartan princess, approaching her as a swan, taking on human form to court her with song and lyre, before impregnating her having taken on the form of a wolf. I suspect that the last fact is an embellishment, it would have been a lot more comfortable to remain in human form for the carnal deed, but many of the stories of the Gods' exploits get enhanced and aggrandized by ignorant humans. "And your father now wants me to teach you, as I once taught Achilles, Jason and Odysseus. He should have come to ask me himself to take you on." I can criticize Apollo, because he still has a soft spot for me, I know. Besides, centaurs have less to fear from the Gods than mortals do, and I want the kid to know that. His eyes have dropped down demurely, watching my flank again. "I wonder what is in it for me, if I were to take you on ..." "May I touch you, Master?" I grunt my approval. If nothing else, I might get this man-boy to brush me every day, groom my coat as I relax in the evening sun. I do enjoy a nice grooming. It would not be much reward for teaching him the ways of heroes, but my objections against his pupilage were all for show anyway. I like teaching and mentoring, I like molding promising young men into superlative humans, and I wouldn't refuse my former mentor anything, let alone tuition of his natural son. His hands run along my flank, stroking my coat. Gentle hands, soft nimble fingers. I run my hand across his cheek, still smooth, the light fur of a boy on the brink of manhood covering his face. Belomachus turns towards my rear to push his hand in the tight gap between my hindleg and my body, rubbing my belly deliciously. "That is nice, boy ... Keep doing that for a little longer," as mumble as I let my eyes fall shut and my head lean back. There is a tension in my stomach that I haven't felt in a long while. I open my eyes when he pulls his hand away without my permission, only to find him standing naked before me, his tunic on the floor around his ankles. "I am ready for you, master. Where would you like me?" I am taken aback for a moment. This is not something I have ever done with my pupils, and I had no intension to do it with him. Then it comes to me that he is from Sparta of course. When he was 7, he would have been adopted into the agoge, the military training program for their sons: princes and paupers alike. From a young age, sex will have been the way he was trained to form a bond with the older warrior who was his mentor. "I am not sure that that is a good idea, boy. I am not built like a human down there." "Please, master. How can I learn from you, have you as my tutor and protector, if you do not love me enough to enter me?" His hand is once again stroking my belly and I let myself roll onto my side, so that he has better access. There is a desire for the boy, I must admit, an ancient lust building inside me. He is beautiful: tall and still slender, but strong muscular definition is beginning to form around his shoulders and chest. It is already visible that in just a few years this will be the most imposing and striking of men. His fingers massage my balls, his lips are helping. "My refusal isn't for a lack of love, boy. I fear I will be too large for you." "My first tutor was Agelaus, master, he is big too. Yet I learned to be loved by him when I was 9 ... please?" "I am in a different ballpark to humans, Belomachus." My hand has found his back, stroking him, cupping the pert globes of his backside. "Even compared with Agelaus, whoever he may be, I will be huge." My cock is betraying my sentiments, though, starting to slide from its sheath like a snake from between the rocks. The lad gasps at the sight, but instantly focuses his attention on the new arrival. "Let me show you how much I love you, master," he pants between licks and sucks. "Let me demonstrate to you that I will do anything for your approval." I don't want to, I really don't, but I have to take him now or go mad with lust. One of my fingers, slickened with olive oil enters him. If I am going to fuck him, at least let him be prepared. My tool is approaching its full monstrous size, rock-hard, longer and fatter than a man's forearm. I can see fear and desire fighting for supremacy in the boy's eyes. I slide in a third finger. It will never be enough to get him ready, but at least he will be oiled up well. "Lean over that rock, Boy ..." My front legs land on the rock on either side of his body, my hands are holding his shoulders to steady him � and to stop him pulling away now that I have decided that I want him � I line up my horse cock and start to apply pressure. A loud groan as his ring keeps me out. "Relax, boy, and push out as you will have been taught ..." "I am trying, master," he pants. Another groan as I push harder. I must enter him now to still the arousal that threatens to overwhelm me. A hard thrust from my hindlegs breaches his resistance, forcing my head into him. Belomachus screams as his backside is stretched around my shaft, begging me to take it out. "You are too large, master," he cries. "Please! Please, master, take it out ... I can't take this ..." I fuck him as gently as I can, just the head and a couple of inches more sliding up his gut. I fuck him because I must. The boy's cries and pleas to stop cut into my heart, but I cannot stop, not at this point anymore. Only when I have shot my load can I leave him alone. He asked me to take him, begged me even, and now that I am, I have to finish it. The climax comes too soon for me, not soon enough for him, but having emptied my balls into his belly, I pull out and let the boy sag to the floor, tears running down his cheeks. Getting down on my haunches, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and just hold him tightly. "I am sorry, master. I am sorry I shamed myself like this. I will do better tomorrow." "I don't think so, Belomachus. Once was enough, I think." He doesn't object, tellingly. Relieved, I suspect that I won't force him through this again. I had noticed the raven ages ago, while it was circling above us, observing our love-making � if that is the right word for what happened. The bird makes for the shelter of the trees and as he emerges and walks towards us, Apollo has taken up his human form. His beauty still takes my breath away after all these years. Still young and gorgeous, he looks barely any older than his son. "Chiron ..." I nod my head with just enough respect. "Apollo, I'm honored that you chose to entrust me with your son." He looks down on the tearstained face of the lad. "Did you fuck him?" "Yes, he wished it." "Properly? In all the way, long hard thrusts?" Lying would be useless. He'd watched us from above, and even if he hadn't, he would know. "No, he could only take a small part of me." The God grunts in annoyance. "Son! If you want to become a hero, you need to learn how to accept punishment. This pain is nothing compared to what will come in your future, but centaur semen will strengthen you. I demand you let Chiron shoot his seed deep inside you once a day, as deep as he can go, and you will be invincible in 4 years' time." Is that true? Does my sperm make humans stronger? I have never heard of it, but I decide not to question Apollo in front of his offspring. He may have a soft spot for me, but he is still a God and they are easily vexed. "I will open you up, and afterwards you will take Chiron again! But this time, you will take the full length of his centaur cock and show your respect for him by enjoying it ... now get on your hands and knees." The youngster has brushed away his tears when he does as he is told. His divine father has dropped his tunic to reveal a fashionably small manhood. It doesn't stay small though, as he stimulates it: it grows and grows into a long fat log of hard meat. Nothing like what I can boast, but certainly large for a human form. He kneels behind his son and lines up, the light around him shimmering and flowing. It takes me a moment to realize what is happening: he's changing form in front of our eyes, the gorgeous man morphing into a fierce gray wolf. Perhaps I was wrong about the story about Apollo and Mellista. Perhaps he enjoys intercourse in his wolf form. The equine instincts in me fight for the right to flee, but I won't. I am not a normal horse, and he is not a normal wolf ... I must stay and watch. The canine jumps onto the lad's back and wraps his front paws around the chest. His long red dick poking at the young man's hole, one or two missed attempts, before it gets rammed in deep, forcing a yelp from his son. Apollo's hips are thrusting rapidly, fast fucking motions that force more and more in. His knot will be growing now, I assume, popping through the boy's ring repeatedly, going by the pained look on the lad's face. The wolf growls threateningly when Belomachus tries to crawl away to escape this assault. A second or two later, the fucking stops and the wolf begins to turn to face away, his knot ensuring that their bodies remained tied. Fascinated, I watch as for minutes Apollo's body heaves and writhes like a wave as he is pumping his cum into his son's body. Locked to his mate's body by his knot, the wolf tries to pull away, whimpering when he cannot, yanking hard to be freed. Does the God think and feel like a canine when he has taken on that form? He'd only need to change back to a human for his knot to fade and come out, but he remains a wolf and pulls and jerks, hurting his son and frustrating himself, until the fat knot, still the size of an orange, pops out with a cry from the lad. "Take a moment to compose yourself, boy ..." I am up next, and Apollo will expect me to fuck Belomachus hard and deep, but I am not sure the kid, on his knees and breathing hard, is ready for me. I, on the other hand, am more than ready to have another go at this beautiful lad's ass. There is still some time for him to recover while Apollo, in his wolf form, lies on his side and licks himself, encouraging his erection to wane. When the light starts to flicker again, though, I urge the boy to get to his feet and bend over the rock once more, while Apollo morphs back to his human form. "Good! He's open now, Chiron, so there should be nothing to stop you entering him. I wish you to show me you are a man, Son, and that you can take every inch of him." I get into position over Belomachus, seeing how he sets himself to receive me. "Relax and push out, remember ..." and then I thrust in deep and hard. Just a groan from the kid this time, when his ring is once again stretched around my monster. No begging me to pull out, no tears, just a groan and a tensioning of his shoulders. My next thrust, eliciting another groan, drives me deeper than I've been before. By the gods, this feels good! Warm and soft and tight around my long fat horse meat. I flex my hindlegs and ram in again, the full force of my equine lower muscles behind it, lifting the boy from his feet for a second or so, but he hardly makes a sound. "That's it, son! Take him, all of him!" It takes two more powerful thrusts for me to be inside him up to my sheath, and with the last one Belomachus emits a stifled yelp. I must be hitting his stomach I am so deep into his gut. I must be stretching him beyond endurance with the girth around the base of my cock. I've been inside female centaurs of course, when I was a young man, and even inside a mare once or twice, but I have never felt a human male. Now I wish I'd known before how good this experience is. I start to fuck him, not the violent rapid-fire of Apollo, but slow strokes. I could damage him, I know, if I used all my strength on him. Slow short strokes, gradually lengthening as his body adjusts to my monster inside his belly. Apollo, a wolf once more, watches on, lying on its side and licking its balls with arousal. The gray eyes are following every drive from my hindlegs, watching the pumping motion of my hard cock through his son's ring. Belomachus is moaning again, but this time they are not moans of pain, but of lust. He's pushing back now, meeting my thrusts and allowing me in, forcing me in, even. Half my horse flesh now runs through him with every thrust, and my strokes are still lengthening. "Take me, Master. Fuck me! I need you to fuck me! Hard!" Caution is finally gone and I pull out almost all the way before I ram in hard. Too hard for a mortal surely, but the boy screams with excitement as he thrusts back, forcing himself onto my shaft. My next drive goes deeper still and the one after that sees half my sheath enter my pupil. The power behind each sees the lad lifted off his feet, suspended on my horse cock for a few moments. He must be in pain, he must be, because I am stretching him beyond measure and ramming into him with all the force my equine lower body can muster, but mad with lust he swears and screams and begs me to go deeper, ram in harder. The wolf shoots a load across the grass. The boy shoots one over the black rock underneath us. I keep fucking him, another thrust, and another one, that one deeper still. How much more can I ram into the lad's belly? I don't want to cum. I don't want this to end, but even I cannot avert the inevitable climax. One final thrust drives the lad up into the stone surface and gravity keeps him pinned on my shaft deep in his gut, where I deposit shot after shot of my precious seed, the first step of the lad's path to invincibility. Belomachus collapses at the foot of the rock when I pull out and allow gravity to take over. He's crying again, I notice, from pain or from emotion? Both perhaps. The gray wolf has already turned back into a beautiful man, standing cool and aloof over the boy, who shivers as he pulls his tunic over his head. "Well done, Belomachus! I want you to accept Chiron's seed every day until your 21st birthday. Accept his wisdom and his seed, and you will be the greatest hero in history, my son." He looks towards me, an uncommon intensity in his eyes. "Can I trust that you will do that for my son, Chiron?" How can I refuse? A divine wish is as good as a command ... and besides, breeding my beautiful pupil every day for the coming years is not the most arduous task imaginable. THE END