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It’s past curfew, and Riddle is running late.
That doesn’t happen. It never happens.
He had a meeting with the Equestrian Club, and Riddle said he would be back by curfew—the curfew that Riddle himself instilled as Housewarden. Riddle has been lenient with rules after his overblot, so Trey shouldn’t worry so much, but…
They’re dating now.
And of course Trey would worry.
Though their relationship hasn’t really been like others. As much as Trey wants to be affectionate with Riddle, the boy doesn’t allow it. Not in front of anyone (which Trey understands), and barely behind closed doors either (which Trey doesn’t get). Trey can count the amount of dates, kisses, and ‘private time’ they've shared with one hand.
He doesn’t complain. Trey is patient, and he doesn’t want to upset Riddle or ruin their relationship by voicing his concerns, so Trey silently deals with it. He can wait for when the moment is right for Riddle to be more affectionate, even if it takes a while.
As the clock ticks, Trey wonders. Riddle would never cheat on him, right? And if the meeting were running later than usual, Riddle would let him know. Right?
So why does Trey feel so weird? It’s the same sick feeling in his gut when he had to stand back as Riddle’s mother scolded them and Trey could do nothing about it.
Trey, anxious just by sitting there thinking what in the world his boyfriend could be up to, gets up. He doesn’t tell Cater where he’s headed off to—it’s late and the dorm can probably survive without the housewarden and vice housewarden present. Trey marches to the stables, hoping to bump into Riddle along the way so they can go back home together.
He doesn’t. The walk drags on as he approaches the stables, coming to a halt as he hears Riddle’s voice.
“You’ve been such a good boy today, haven’t you?”
Trey’s heart skips a beat.
“Look at you, still all pent up… We’re quite lucky our clubmates didn’t catch you in this state!”
He sneaks inside. If Trey gets caught, so be it; he just needs to see who Riddle is speaking to. What kind of person would pursue a taken boy—well, is he really taken if no one knows, if Riddle has kept their relationship a secret ever since it started?
A snort echoes in the stall. That doesn’t sound human, but… there are many beastmen in Night Raven College. Riddle chuckles, and Trey shudders at the groan he hears come out of his boyfriend.
Can he even call Riddle his boyfriend, though, when Riddle never says it? Maybe he should leave. Let Riddle cheat and get those urges out and Trey will be happy as long as he can have Riddle at the end of the day.
“Good boy…” Riddle hums. “I’m sorry the meeting took so long, but at last I can devote myself to you.”
Another snort, then a neigh. A horse’s neigh. Trey squints his eyes and fidgets with his ears, thinking that maybe he’s hearing things. But then he peeks behind the stacks of hay and sees Riddle on his knees, stroking a giant horsecock with his small hands.
Riddle’s back is turned towards him, completely bare in the middle of the stables. Trey can’t bring himself to ignore the sight. Riddle’s tongue laps at the horse’s cock—massive in both girth and length—licking it gently. The horse is impatient and bucks itself into Riddle’s unprepared throat.
Trey almost gets up, but the noise that comes out of Riddle is not one of displeasure. Riddle groans as the horse shoves its cock into his throat, thrusting wildly. Trey knows he should step in and stop Riddle from harming himself, but a perverse curiosity causes him to plant his feet firmly on the ground, watching the stallion fuck Riddle’s throat. He recognizes the horse; it’s Vorpal, Riddle’s trusted steed. That doesn’t change anything or make a difference in what’s happening before his eyes. Trey is still in utter shock. He doesn’t even know if he’s disappointed—his chest aches knowing Riddle has gone through such an extreme.
But he doesn’t do anything about it. Trey isn’t as appalled as he should be.
Vorpal’s entire cock slides in and out of Riddle’s throat, stretching his skin. Riddle struggles for air every time he’s given grace for a second, and then it’s taken away by Vorpal’s feral thrusts.
“St-Stop that!” Riddle scolds after he coughs. Vorpal huffs, obeying his rider.
The way Riddle commands him and the way Vorpal responds lets Trey know this isn’t his first time. Riddle clears his throat before sighing, placing his pretty, dainty hands around Vorpal’s cock. He jerks off the horse without knowing Trey is right there behind him watching everything go down.
“Such a needy stallion... Honestly, who raised you!” Riddle teases, placing kisses on Vorpal’s dick, occasionally running his tongue on it. His two hands aren’t enough to pleasure the entire stallion, but Riddle continues.
Trey frowns, clenching his fists as his side. He can hear Riddle’s jovial tone in his words and even in his moans. Is Trey imagining it, or does Riddle sound happier talking to Vorpal than he does with Trey, his own boyfriend?
“No matter now… I’m more than ready for you, Vorpal,” Riddle starts to rise.
Something urges Trey to hide behind the haystack again. He barely glimpsed at Riddle’s tiny, erect cock but that was enough for Trey to wish he could wrap his mouth around it and please the boy—unfortunately for him, Riddle’s tastes are an extreme that Trey could never reach.
Riddle’s moans echo in the stables along with wet squelching. Trey shudders.
“I’ve already prepared myself plenty once everyone left, but… I wonder, will this be enough?”
He hears shuffling and Vorpal’s hoofs against the stable floor. Trey peeks and sees Riddle leaning against a gate, his pale white ass ready for Vorpal. Riddle’s cheeks are spread as he fingers himself, and Trey’s opened mouth becomes dry as he stares. The boy’s hole is wet and stretched—ready for horsecock, never for Trey.
Trey’s dick stirs when it shouldn’t. Trey gulps at the tightness between his legs, sliding one hand over his bulge. He watches Riddle finger himself, Vorpal impatiently moving behind him. The stallion’s cock is still erect, waiting for release.
“Oh, fine, you’ve earned it…” Riddle coos, spreading his legs as he holds onto the stable gate. Trey wonders if Riddle has enough strength to stand still, but Riddle seems experienced in this depraved hobby of his; as much as Trey is concerned, he can’t bring himself to confront Riddle. He watches, cock aching in his pants.
“Come here, boy—ah, not so quick—!” Riddle’s taunt gets interrupted by Vorpal slamming into his prepped little hole. Trey almost comes undone. His legs weaken as he watches Vorpal stretch Riddle apart. Aided by Riddle’s drool and the prep from earlier, the equine cock slides into the boy.
Trey can see Riddle’s red face, mouth covered in drool and horse semen. Riddle only has eyes for Vorpal, panting while the stallion fucks him at a quick, clumsy pace. No matter how much prep Riddle bothered doing, it’s not enough for a horsecock. Riddle groans, and Vorpal neighs happily as he pries the boy’s hole wide.
It should hurt—Trey doesn’t know what to expect anymore. There’s no guttural scream or a cry for help. Riddle moans with tears of joy running down his red cheeks; he even licks them away while he’s at the mercy of Vorpal’s heavy cock. It fills Riddle up to his stomach, the tip pushing against pale skin.
In a split-second, Trey unzips his pants, freeing his cock. He grips it and pumps himself impatiently, already beading pre-cum. He’s too hard to care about touching himself dry.
Riddle drools, his eyes glossy, unfocused. The sight is beautiful. Riddle is beautiful like this. Trey concedes—he can be selfless and allow Riddle to do whatever he wants as long as he can see his boyfriend so lost and dazed from horsecock. He'll never satisfy Riddle the way Vorpal can and Trey will make peace with that some day.
Trey pumps himself to match Vorpal’s erratic thrusts. He bites his lip to stop himself from groaning but making one small noise wouldn’t give himself away. Vorpal’s snorts are loud and Riddle is louder. At this time of night, no one is around. No one should be around. It’s why Riddle is here, cheating on his boyfriend with a horse assuming he won’t ever get caught.
Trey doesn’t have any strength to care about that anymore.
Riddle’s strength fails him, which Trey expected. The boy’s arms and legs weaken from several powerful thrusts from Vorpal. He lands on the floor and quickly gets into position. Riddle doesn’t want to waste any time—why can’t he be like that with Trey?
Vorpal lets out a whinny before thrusting into Riddle again.
Trey groans under his breath. Riddle’s stomach is round and bulging, and he pushes back on Vorpal’s equine cock, wanting every single thick inch inside his guts. Trey can hear him incoherently babbling and whimpering. He pumps himself faster, focusing on Riddle’s crying face and the image of his stretched hole full of horsecock. It’s forever ingrained into his head and Trey wants to see it all over again.
Vorpal releases a loud whinny, and Trey curses, watching Riddle slam his fists into the ground and cry as horse cum fills him up. Trey comes soon after, covering his hand in his filth. He forgets about cleaning himself, staring at Vorpal’s semen overflowing out of Riddle’s abused hole. Some of it drips down Riddle’s mouth, but Riddle licks it up like nothing.
Riddle touches his bulging stomach and giggles. Vorpal moves his head to lick Riddle’s face. Trey watches, helpless. Is this why Riddle isn’t affectionate? Is this why they don’t go out on dates?
He steps back after clumsily fixing his pants, staring at his stained hand.
At least Riddle is satisfied.
Trey doesn't know what to do now. He can’t confront Riddle, and he hates that the thought even crosses his mind.
He sneaks out of the stable with his heart beating fast against his chest. Trey wishes he felt sick at what he witnessed or angry at Riddle for hiding that about himself. Right now, Trey is hollow as he walks back to Heartslabyul.
Riddle will come back, clean up, and go to sleep as if nothing happened. Trey will just have to stand by his side as his vice housewarden and boyfriend and stay content being a prop Riddle uses to maintain normality.