by Linda Hall Daschle

The stallion wandered idly in his pasture, the sun low in the afternoon sky and the air thick with heat and humidity. August's weather had been hot and muggy for weeks now, and the stallion eagerly awaited the cool nightfall. Until then he was forced to pass the time with idle pacing, nibbling at grass, taking cool drinks from his water trough, and looking longingly into the nearby woods.

His ranch was large but empty, and the owners had only a few chickens, a pig, a vegetable garden around their small ranch house, and no other horses anywhere else in the valley. Loneliness was something he was used to. He had never known anything other than those few acres, and had never passed beyond the barbed wire fence that surrounded the property. The ranch bordered a dark forest on two sides, a road on another, and there were other houses and farmsteads scattered through the valley.

This afternoon was as uneventful as any other, save the unusually stifling humidity. The stallion stayed in the shade of trees to keep cool but was still uncomfortably hot. His brown and white fur shone with sweat as his body tried to get rid of the heat.

When he was younger his owners considered gelding him, but there weren't any mares nearby and he had been well behaved so they had kept him intact. Since that young age his testicles had grown much larger, nearly the size of melons, and the massive orbs now dangled loosely in their sack trying to dispel the heat. As he paced in the tall grass his limp penis hung down and swayed back and forth, the long mottled length bouncing slightly whenever he trotted.

On days like this he enjoyed walking through the tallest grass, feeling it brush gently against his penis as it drooped down, and the tips of the grass caress his pink balls as they swung 10" from his body like a boxer's punching bag. Unfortunately he couldn't bring himself to orgasm this way, only tease himself constantly and become frustrated and hot-blooded in the absence of any mares. Because of this his testicles bulged with unused seed and the thick veins on his balls pulsed with unreleased pressure.

The sound of breaking twigs and trampled leaves came from the forest, and the stallion sauntered over to investigate. The day was drawing to a close and he assumed a human must be returning from a hike, or perhaps a raccoon was scavenging for dinner. As he wandered over he stopped in his tracks and lifted his head in surprise as a scent caught his full attention. He had never smelled it before but it was somehow familiar, and incredibly alluring. In an instant his ears perked up and his cock sprang to attention...he had caught the scent of a mare.

Lifting his head above the barbed wire fence he peered into the forest as a white horse ran by. The horse was terrified. She noticed the stallion and trotted toward the fence, looking at him apprehensively. Fully smelling her now, he reared up and was about to move toward her when he came to his senses and remembered the barbed wire.

The stallion frantically tried to step on the barbed wire and push it down, but it was too thin and flimsy and wouldn't stay under his foot. It sprang back at him and cut his knees, tangling his front legs. As he snorted in fury at his impotence the mare looked back into the forest, hearing something, and ran away between the dark trees. Seeing the only female horse he had ever known disappear, he went nearly mad with anger. There must be some way to get past the fence!

He frantically pulled his legs out from between the wires and ignored the sharp cuts and stinging pain from the salt in his sweat. Looking at the fence he made a hasty estimation--it only came up to his shoulders, could he jump over? He worried about being able to get his rear legs over the top wire, its rusty barbs still dangerously sharp. Looking up to where the mare had gone he could feel the smell getting fainter and could no longer hear her. He had jumped over bales of hay before, this fence wasn't much higher. Without a further thought he trotted back a few paces and turned toward the fence. He ran and vaulted over, successfully leaping high enough to get his front legs across without a problem when suddenly, a blinding stinging pain made him stumble to a halt.

His penis had been hugely erect from the scent of the mare, and although his front legs had vaulted the fence without a problem the top wire had caught his rigid cock! A well-placed barb had torn a shallow gash several inches along the top of his dick, and the sweat mixing into the wound was agonizing. Whinnying in agony and shock the horse stumbled backward, straddling the fence as the wire cut into his underbelly. He half-turned to climb his front legs back over the fence one at a time but as he did so, his penis gave an involuntary twitch, bringing it up above the wire and allowing the rusty metal thread to fully encircle the base of his erect cock when he finished turning. Now all his legs were back across the fence but his penis was held hostage by the strained wire as it dug into his thin flesh. The cruel wire was jagged with rust and the sharp barbs dug into his thick, veiny meat. He reared up in pain but the stretched wire held tight. In his confusion the stallion panicked and kicked out with his rear legs, one of which became tangled in between several lengths of wire lower down on the fence, cutting his knee and making the wires twang with tension.

Back in the forest several wolves ran along the trail the mare had used, hot in pursuit of a desperately needed meal. They were starving and at the sight of the young white horse the wolves had slobbered as they ran in pursuit. It had been a long time since they had eaten anything and they were mad with hunger. The mare had been too fast for them and they had gradually lost ground. Still they doggedly pursued and then smelled something stronger than her...the scent of blood was in the air. They ran onward with renewed vigor.

Snorting and whinnying with pain and confusion the stallion kicked desperately with his tangled back leg, unable to get loose and unable to turn around to release his choked penis. The massive shaft was now turning darker, its blood flow cut off as the wire pinched the base and the flaking rust sawed into it. A crashing sound came from the woods and the stallion looked back over his shoulder as three wolves burst forth, coming to a halt in surprise as they saw him. They feared coming any closer, knowing the danger of a horse's kick. They fanned out in an attack formation and considered how to approach this new prey, and how they might get past the fence.

Eyes now big with fear and desperation, the stallion knew what would happen if he didn't escape back to the ranch house immediately. His fat scrotum pulled his bulging pink balls up against his body in fear, stretching tight across the heavy fruits.

Ignoring the pain he pulled forward, trying to break free of the fence by any means possible. It was like trying to drag a plow that was tethered only to his penis. He could hear the fence posts on either side creaking as the nails holding the wire in place pulled at the old wood. Suddenly with a loud "snap" his entangled rear leg broke one of the lower wires and, like a violin string pulled too tightly, it whipped out and struck him in the nut sack, cutting deeply into one of his fat balls. The pain was too much for him and the horse's front legs buckled, pulling him forward and forcing the strong top wire of the fence to pull his penis downward as its jagged rust dug deeper into his still-hard cock.

The wolves saw their chance. Now that the wires of the fence were pulled apart they leaped through the openings and circled around the stallion. The horse stood back up and backed away, toward the fence which allowed some slack in the wire. Blood from his penis and his bulging, lacerated nuts dripped onto the grass, and his legs were covered in scratches. One of the wolves leaped upward and tried to bite the throat of the stallion, while another went for his forelegs and the third tried to grab a back leg. Rearing up the horse avoided the wolf going for his throat but the other two sank their teeth into his legs. Kicking wildly and snorting with terror the horse tried to beat them back.

As he reared up again the wolf standing in front of him saw a more vulnerable target: the enormous pink bag between the stallion's rear legs. While the other two distracted the horse this wolf avoided the frantic kicks of the terrorized stallion and leaped up to bite down on the sensitive skin of the horse's scrotum. The horse bucked like a rodeo bull, trying to raise his sensitive undercarriage out of harm's way, but the wolf clenched down tightly on the two balls in his jaws. The stallion landed and fell awkwardly on one leg and toppled over. By this time the old, rotten fence posts had been pulled nearly out of the ground but the top wire still held. The horse's lengthy cock was pulled upward and away from his body as the wire tugged on it, now ground deeper into his meat than before. The wolf with the nutsack clenched in his jaw pulled backward, straining with all four legs to capture his prize. One of the other wolves saw the engorged, juicy looking penis being pulled outward and sank his teeth into the big shaft. Violently shaking his head back and forth he struggled to free it from its owner.

A shot rang out in the night and the stallion, thrashing on the ground, saw his owner running from the house. She held a rifle and fired it again, trying to frighten the wolves. The feral wolves redoubled their efforts to tear some meat free from the horse and run. The wire had sawed deeply into the horse's penis and the wolf clenching the shaft in his jaws had almost torn it free. Blood spurted from the base of the engorged member onto the grass below. The other two wolves fought frantically over the stallion's huge balls, finally ripping the sack open and tugging each nut in a separate direction. The owner fired another shot but it missed and landed harmlessly in the grass. The two wolves finally tore the nuts free of their owner in a bloody spurt and ran off. The remaining wolf, shaking his head back and forth, pulled with all his might against the huge penis and with a sickening rip it tore loose. At that moment a bullet tore into his ribs. He let go of the big cock as he howled, and stumbled after his companions before falling dead a few paces away.

The stallion had passed out from the pain before the owner could get to him. She fired another shot at the two retreating wolves, but they were long gone with their prizes. With shock and horror she looked down at the horse, at his shredded empty ball bag laying flat and loose against his thigh. His penis, now freed from the pressure of the wire, was rapidly shriveling in the grass several feet away as it lost blood, looking like a limp worm the size of her arm. A wolf howled in the distance.