Col and Andri: The Vanna Stallions

A Long-Awaited Seduction

Stripped to the waist, the Horsemaster’s apprentice gripped the large hoof of the ArMynydd stallion and applied the rasp.

Col didn’t mind the work, even as he began to sweat in the stable corridor’s enclosed space. The stallion behaved himself, allowing Col to pick up the next hoof. It hadn’t always been the case: the once-testy horse had been a challenge, but Col had a gift in training horses, and he had gained the beast’s trust.

He sang as he worked. Although just out of boyhood, his chest, back and arms were muscular and well-developed, his strong thighs and tight buttocks contrasting with a narrow waist and flat stomach where his abdominal muscles rippled as he worked.

Col only gradually became aware that someone was patiently watching him. His sensitive mind picked up the sensation of eyes scanning his body, and his skin reacted: the fine dark hairs on his arms stood on end while his nipples contracted into points.

He carefully placed the hoof down that he’d been filing, patted the stallion’s flank, slowly stood upright and turned.

“Master Gabrien! I didn’t realize you were there.”

The Horsemaster did not speak straight away, but his evaluating gaze continued to take in the young man; his light brown skin, curling black hair tied back loosely with a thong at the nape of his neck, and his flashing deep brown eyes, framed by long black lashes.

“You’ve matured since I took you under my wing. You have become both strong and capable,” Gabrien said.

“It’s my Wanderer blood. I can’t help if I’m becoming awesome,” Col quipped irreverently.

Master Gabrien, normally taciturn and strict, smiled and seemed at ease. “I have some good news for you.”

Col’s interest was caught. “Master! Please tell me.”

“That’s the first thing: I am no longer your Master, and you are no longer my apprentice.”

Col’s grin faltered. “You are dismissing me? Have I failed you in some way?”

Gabrien stepped forward and put his hands on Col’s bare shoulders. “You misunderstand me. You are no longer my apprentice because I am appointing you to full Assistant Horsemaster. I have notified Grandmaster Neven-Tanet, and he approves and concurs with my analysis of your skills and character.”

Col was bemused and taken off guard by Gabrien’s praise, which was notoriously hard to earn.

In the meantime, Gabrien picked up the clean towel hanging over a stall rail next to Col’s shirt and then towelled the sweat off his assistant’s back.

“Turn around.”

The young Wanderer turned, and Gabrien rubbed the towel over his sweat-streaked chest. Col was aware of a particular sexual tension between them, which had started the previous summer and had gradually increased, although they had never acted upon it. The young man remained faithful to his lover Andri, a fourth-year student at the bardic College, with whom he shared a room. The only exceptions occurred when they both made love to a chosen partner, such as Andri’s friend and fellow student, Celyn, when the three shared an occasional tryst.

But Gabrien, almost as if he could read Col’s mind, said, “Things will be less formal between us. You may regard me as an equal. I know we have maintained propriety, but I give you permission to call me by my name during informal occasions.”

“Gabrien . . .” said Col, tasting the word. Then he laughed. “I think you will remain ‘Master Gabrien’ to me.”

He leaned forward, compelled by something more than impulse, and kissed the Horsemaster on the mouth.

“I thank you from my heart,” he said and kissed the Master again.

Not unexpectedly, Gabrien returned the kiss, but his response changed from perfunctory to sensual. Col felt a tongue intertwining with his, and their kiss deepened. The young Wanderer felt his erection hardening, straining at the doeskin of his breeches. Then Gabrien stepped back, but his eyes continued to shine.

“I will have an assignment for you, but it involves travel, so I think you should see me with your partner Andri. I know you two do nothing without consulting the other. Why don’t you bring him to my quarters later? I can give you the details then.”

“Very well, Master, er—Master Gabrien. I will just finish up with the stallion.”

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Back in the ArMor-ys Bardic College dormitory, Andri, playing a lap-harp, heard his lover enter their room’s outer vestibule, where Col shed his boots and clothes. The sounds of the harp strings could not drown out Col’s cheerful clatter. Andri was practicing a long ballad, throwing a touch of the Shadow-singing into his rich, baritone voice; that advanced technique that could enhance or twist the listener’s emotions. But he silenced the instrument when he found his naked lover approaching him.

“I won’t kiss you: I’m too dirty. Join me in the shower?”

“Of course, I will. You smell like a stallion.”

“That’s because I am one,” Col replied proudly, striking a pose.

Andri shed his robe and followed his friend.

Under the sheet of water pouring over the stone ledge, Andri dumped liquid soap from a bottle over Col’s head and began to wash his hair. Now loosed from the leather tie-back, it hung glistening and water-curled about his shoulders.

Andri was a little taller than Col, fair-skinned, with blond, sun-bleached hair that showed darker at the roots. It was trimmed to collar length at the back, but in the front, his hair was longer and flopped over his eyes. His body was slender, not as muscular as his lover’s, but nicely toned due to the martial arts studies interspersed with his other classes.

Andri’s hands moved down to soap his lover’s chest and abdomen.

“Andri, I can do that!”

“But can you do this?” The young bard’s strong fingers massaged Col’s cock and ball sack.

“Aah! Not as well as you do it.”

Col closed his eyes, feeling his lover’s sensuously erotic touch combined with the hot water pounding on his back. His cock became erect as Andri moved his hand to stroke it. He allowed the play to continue before interrupting.

“I have news for you.”

“Now?”

“Mmm . . .yes. Master Gabrien has appointed me his full assistant—don’t stop—yes, really. You became a fourth-year apprentice this spring, and now . . .ahh! That’s so good; keep going. Now I am catching up to you.”

“No more news for a moment—I want to congratulate you,” said Andri. He slid to his knees and took Col’s fully erect penis in his mouth.

Col shut up and concentrated as Andri’s mouth moved up and down the dusky shaft, sliding back the foreskin with his lips to lick the head. Col caressed his lover’s head, twining Andri’s hair around his fingers as his erotic excitement threatened to spill over.

“I’m about to cum, ves’tacha, beloved man!” 

Andri sucked harder as he grasped the cock in his fist, jerking it off into his mouth.

“My karbaro is cumming, now!” Col gasped, using the Wanderer’s word for “big cock”. Indeed, his karbaro spasmed and pulsed, shooting spurts of semen into his lover’s mouth as he felt  Andri’s throat muscles contract around his shaft.

Col sagged against the wall as Andri stood and embraced him. Their mouths met in a deep kiss.  

“Let’s finish our wash, then you can tell me your news in more detail,” said Andri, smiling.

*    *    *

The two young men stood before the Horsemaster’s apartment door in the residence building adjoining the stables. Col felt eagerness as they heard footsteps approaching the door, but Andri felt only trepidation. What news would Horsemaster Gabrien have for them? If there was to be a journey, could he bear it if Col went without him?

A thought stole into the young singer’s mind, ‘Be easy, ves’tacha.’

Col had the Gift inherited from his grandmother, the prophetess and seer, Eleni. He could touch his grandmother’s mind with his thoughts, and now Andri was able to receive Col’s thoughts as well, although he was not yet very good at mentally responding. Nevertheless, he sent back a feeling of gratitude.

The door opened to reveal Gabrien. Andri always felt mildly intimidated in his presence. The Horsemaster was a big, well-muscled man of middle age, with fair, tanned skin and iron-grey hair, cut short but growing out. A trimmed salt-and-pepper beard framed his face. His forthright character was reflected in his deep grey, gold-rimmed eyes. The lines on his face reflected both experience and wisdom. Gabrien was direct in his communications and did not suffer fools gladly. He had a fighter’s stance—a trained warrior at the ready, for cavalry officer he had been before being appointed Horsemaster at the Ruithin bardic College. Andri knew that he had passed on his horseback fighting skills to Col and his other skills in training, schooling horses and veterinary medicine.

But tonight, there was no harsh expression on Gabrien’s face. He seemed relaxed as he led both young men to an area where a thick, richly-woven rug covered the floor, strewn with large cushions around a low table set with food and drink.

Gabrien sat cross-legged opposite Col and Andri across the table and poured drinks.

After they ate, accompanied by some light conversation, Gabrien settled to business.

“I have been contacted by one you know, an old Warrior named Geraint from Torrent Mountain. The message was a mind communication sent to one of the scribes at the College.”

Col’s pulse quickened, and he smiled at his memories of Geraint. “His mare, Shade, was in foal by my family’s stallion, and she produced a fine colt.”

Gabrien continued, “The Warlord Samir of the Torrent Mountain city-state wants more war horses bred and trained, and Geraint has the idea that our ArMynydd horses crossed with your Wanderer ‘Vanna’ breed could produce a superior battle charger. Our horses’ speed and agility crossed with Vanna strength and stamina. The plan is to send you to your family, who will help you select two suitable stallions to stand at stud here. You are to meet Geraint at Redstone Holding, the seat of the Deieros Warrior Brotherhood, then on to wherever your family is staying, choose the stallions and return with them. Keven will accompany you—he is also good with handling stallions, and as a groom, he can handle routine tasks. I know you get along well with him.”

Col, for once, was at a loss for words, but when he started to speak, Gabrien held up a hand.

“Furthermore,” he added, “You can help me select mares for the stallions, and I would like you to head the training program for their offspring to turn them into worthy battle chargers. Assuming you and Andri plan to stay at the College?”

“It’s a great honour, Master Gabrien, but I . . . I will have to discuss it with Andri, then we can talk to the Music Master and Brynnan—Brynnan Marec Mavrenn, Andri’s former master. But in any case, fetching suitable stallions is certainly doable.”

Gabrien nodded, then turned to Andri. “What say you, young bard? You’re uncommonly silent.”

“I am overwhelmed by the chance you are presenting to Col—“

“But?” queried the Horsemaster, seeing the unasked question on Andri’s face.

Andri flushed but continued, “It’s just that we have done everything together . . .”

“How can I reassure you that I have both your and Col’s best interests at heart?” Gabrien asked.

Col put an arm around his lover and took a deep breath. “If there is a way for you to come with me, we will find it. Meanwhile, I would like to suggest we share ourselves with Master Gabrien. You can open your mind during the act, like when we make love, and be reassured.”  

“Col, are you suggesting a sexual joining between the three of us? Are you sure?” asked Gabrien.

“You know how I joke around; well, I am not joking now, Master Gabrien. I have long felt an attraction between us.”

Gabrien looked serious as he replied, “Young Horsemaster, you are correct. I will readily agree if Andri is comfortable with it.” He turned his gaze to Col’s partner.

“0h, Col,” sighed Andri. “Why am I not surprised? I have been aware for some time that you desire Master Gabrien.” He paused, then, considering his answer, said, “Yes; why not? I think it would please me and hope it pleases Master Gabrien. But mostly, I like to see you happy, dear one.”

Col squeezed his hand.

Gabrien led them into an adjoining room with a large bed. His spotlessly tidy apartment reflected his self-discipline. There was a marked lack of equine accoutrements in the room: Col had half-expected to see saddles and harness draped over furniture, but there was only a beautiful statue of a horse in a graceful trotting pose placed on a table by the wall.

Gabrien, ever practical, laid a linen sheet over the bed covers. He turned to Col. “Do either of you need to use my bathing facilities?”

Col grinned. “We are both freshly scrubbed. Andri attended to me personally.”

Gabrien raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure he did.”

They stripped and laid their clothes aside. Andri felt the heat of Gabrien’s gaze upon his body, even as he admired the Horsemaster’s muscular form. He was well-hung with a lengthy and thick cock in a nest of black curls, which he kept trimmed. He was not overly hairy, and the pelt on his chest was black, sprinkled with grey. Andri wondered what his kiss would be like.

He was about to find out. Gabrien beckoned them over to him, where they wrapped arms around each other and shared their kisses. When Master Gabrien took Andri’s mouth, the young singer found his lips firm and his tongue skillful. He accepted the kiss, surrendering to it, before Gabrien turned to kiss Col, thrusting his tongue forcefully in his assistant’s mouth. Andri could sense the attraction between the two, but he was not jealous. He knew Col’s heart was his.

They began to stroke each other’s bodies, exploring the new territory of their flesh. On impulse, Col knelt and took the Horsemaster’s stiffening cock in his mouth, sucking it with slow sensuousness. Gabrien kissed Andri again, groaning in satisfaction even through his kisses.

“Let me join in with Col,” Andri murmured.

“Yes . . .”

As Andri knelt on the rug beside his lover, Col paused to kiss him deeply before returning his attention to Gabrien’s cock. Andri licked the Horsemaster’s balls and found his own cock stiffening. He reached over to Col and began to jerk off his cock.

Gabrien groaned in pleasure as he grasped his partners by their hair, stroking them with appreciation.

“You are both so accomplished at this . . .but come to the bed: I want to suck you in turn.”

On the wide bed, Gabrien was as good as his word. Andri and Col lay side by side, embracing each other while the Horsemaster attended to their bodies. First sucking and licking their nipples, he then moved down to their cocks, sucking one, then the other.

“You taste so good, my young stallions,” he murmured.

“Master Gabrien—ah, Gabrien—turn around so we can reach your cock,” Col requested.

Gabrien did so, and his thick penis brushed against their faces. His two partners eagerly tongued and sucked on his genitals, with Col licking his testicles in the tight ball sack and Andri taking the cock deep in his throat. All the while, Gabrien sucked them, one stiff shaft then the other, demonstrating a surprising skill. They pleasured each other this way for some time before Gabrien moved around again.

“Col, I want to fuck your ass. Play the mare for me, won’t you?”

Col responded, saying, “Gladly. I want it, too.”

Col put himself on all fours and directed Andri to move up so he could reach his cock. When Gabrien mounted him, his proud cock pushed against Col’s anal opening, now slicked with lubricant. Col revelled in this long-anticipated surrender: he was about to be fucked by his former Master!

Col felt the thrust that opened him like a fiery rod, and a wave of ecstasy took him. He moaned and pushed back against Gabrien’s loins. A second thrust drove into him, and after more initial strokes, the cock was drilling into him. Gabrien’s skill was evident as he edged his lover with fine judgment, keeping Col on the cusp of orgasm.

Andri’s responses were not so controlled. Col was sucking him, taking the shaft deep in his throat with abandon, giving way to the excitement that  Gabrien’s cock in his ass was producing.

Andri felt himself cumming. He cried out aloud and thrust his cock for all he was worth into Col’s mouth as his ejaculate spurted out. “Swallow it all, lover!”

“Mmmf . . .” Col mumbled a response.

Gabrien, seeing this, pumped rapidly into Col’s ass, feeling his orgasm cumming.

“Wait!” cried Andri as he shifted out from Col, then positioned his head under his lover’s cock. He opened his mouth and let Gabrien’s pounding of Col’s ass drive the cock into his throat.

Both Gabrien and Col cried out together as they came. Col’s cum flooded Andri’s throat, but Gabrien pulled out of his young assistant’s ass and finished with his hand, jerking his cock and spewing thick, copious cum over Col’s firm ass-cheeks.

The three rolled into a messy, sweaty tangle and lay in each other’s arms, panting with exertion. Andri’s mind opened, and he felt the contentment and appreciation from Col and Gabrien that enveloped the three of them.

Sometime later, Col roused himself to ask Andri, “And are you reassured, ves’tacha, that Gabrien means no harm to us?”

Andri kissed him before he replied, “I am reassured. He has made you very happy, and I feel replete with love.” Then he addressed Gabrien, “Horsemaster Gabrien, I thank you for this. It will make it easier for me to let Col go on the journey.”

Col said, “You have both made me very happy! It’s a fine way to celebrate my advancement. As to your ‘letting me go’, ves’tacha, I have an idea . . .”

*    *    *

Later that night, Col rode up a mountain trail from the College to a grove he called his “thinking place.” A bed of dry needles under a large pine provided a comfortable resting place. He secured his horse by the red orb-light of a shuttered lantern and lay down with his hands behind his head. Relaxing, he let his mind loose to seek the one he would speak to.

‘Phuri dai Eleni, Grandmother Eleni, I call on you . . .’

He waited patiently for a response. She did not always answer, but tonight it seemed luck favoured him. He saw firelight and eyes: eyes full of wisdom, experience, and a disconcerting knowledge that knew him all too well.

‘Grandson, I see all is well with you. Some longed-for fortune has come your way. I am happy for you.’

‘Yes, Grandmother. I have now become full Assistant Horsemaster.’ He sent her an image of Gabrien and himself side-by-side on two grey ArMynydd horses.

‘I see,’ she sent. ‘This is your Horsemaster. You are also attracted to him physically. Don’t let your emotions rule your head. Keep your heart bound to Andri: fortune favours your pairing.’

Sometimes Col found it challenging to have a Seer for a grandmother. She saw too much, he felt. Trust her to pick up on the residual emotions from his sexual encounter with Gabrien.

‘I intend to. I always want to stay with Andri, even though before he and I met, I think you wanted me to marry and give you great-grandchildren.’

For some reason, Eleni’s amusement came through loud and clear. He could almost hear her laughter.

‘Have I said something funny, Grandmother?’

‘Actually, yes. You have. Don’t worry about it just now, dear child. You will understand my response in due course. Now, you have a question for me. It involves horses and—music?’

‘Yes. Master Gabrien wants to send me to you and select two stallions—‘

‘I have been in touch with my favourite Warrior, Geraint. He bespeaks me mind-to-mind sometimes just to find out how I am. He asks nothing of me. So considerate!’ she teased, then added, ‘We will find him fine stallions. When you come to us, you will see the beautiful colt our stallion Buino produced with his mare. He is bringing it.’

Despite the urgency of his other issue, Col was pleasantly surprised and eager to see Buino’s offspring. He pulled his mind back to business.

‘I will be coming to see you soon, but I need your help. Andri needs a reason to come with me that will satisfy his Master Daraou, head of music studies at the Bardic College. He is pretty strict and won’t easily let Andri free . . .’

‘I see. Don’t worry, grandson. The answer comes readily into my mind. You will find us at the Spring Gathering, which will be perfect for your purposes. Now listen carefully to me. This is what you will say to Master Daraou . . .’

As Col memorized his part, hope returned to him once more. Tomorrow, he would have to be at his most cunning. He couldn’t wait!

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To be continued . . .