Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2023 14:59:06 +0000
From: "out-cast@hotmail.com" <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.

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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