The English Ranch
(Warning –this and later chapters describe William’s participation in Pony play and describes heavy BDSM and pain scenes which may not be enjoyed by all readers. Do Not Read if you cannot handle this type of fantasy and please remember, it is fantasy. If you do not enjoy this type of fantasy, I’m certain that there are thousands of other stories for you to enjoy which may be found by returning to the main index.)
The English Ranch
I hate shopping and I especially hate shopping for my relatives but a favour is a favour. They just don’t understand that I’m an introvert and I hate to get out into large crowds. It was embarrassing to ask the salesgirl at Chapters for a copy of the Fifty Shades…trilogy but it was now safely tucked under my arm in a plastic bag as I stood in line at Starbucks waiting to order a cup of coffee. There was a quiet table tucked away at the rear of their area and I planned to collect my thoughts there and go through my purchase to see what all the hype that I’ve heard about the books were about.
Just after I had gotten into line, a lady dressed in black slacks and a short black leather jacket got in behind me. I tried not to pay attention to her but I saw from our reflection in the store window across from where we stood that she was slightly taller than me and she wore knee high leather boots with what must have been 5-inch heels. Trying to be cool, which never seemed to work, I turned as if to look for a missing friend but really to check her out in more detail. She was looking right into my eyes as I turned to get the male’s view of her. ‘Damn, busted again,’ I thought to myself but it was worth it as she was very attractive, in fantastic shape and she had short blonde hair. Her breasts must be magnificent even without showing any cleavage for they seemed to be trying to escape the confines of her jacket.
“I see that you found your books. I was right behind you when you asked the salesperson for it,” she said softly in a quiet, sophisticated British accent as she looked into my eyes. Her eyes gave away her smile as she tried to hold a laugh inside of her and I knew she was laughing at my embarrassment.
I replied with my usual mumble that I gave to all women whom I met for the first time and then turned away and hung my head down hoping that I could be off by myself as soon as possible.
She then leaned almost over my right shoulder and whispered into my ear, “Are you into the scene dear?”
Afraid to do anything, I just shook my head to indicate that I was not and then moved ahead in line to place my order for a cup of coffee. I tried not to pay attention to anything or anyone else and after I added sugar and cream to my coffee, I moved away from everyone to the table in the back. I sat down with my drink and tried to casually flip through the books trying to act cool and uninterested.
As soon as I started to read a bit of a book, she came up and stood beside me holding her coffee and a look of confidence.
“May I join you? All the other tables seem to be taken and I would like to sit down for a sec.”
“Oh, certainly,” I replied looking up at her and then across the area in which not a single person sat at any of the other dozen or so tables.
Before I could say anything, she sat down next to me and seemed to take an interest in the article I had acquired at the bookstore. Her knee brushed up against my thigh and my blood pressure must have doubled and I know that my face had turned bright red as it always did when embarrassed.
“Hi, I’m Pamela. I hope that I haven’t offended you with my comments but I just seem to blurt things out.”
“Oh, I’m William and I’m pleased to meet you Pamela.”
She looked at me intently and then said, “If you’re not into the scene William, would you like to be?”
“It’s not that Ma’am but I’m already, oh how do I say this, spoken for.”
She then looked at my left hand and noticing the lack of a wedding band and asked, “Engaged or owned?”
“I guess you would say that I’m owned Ma’am,” I whispered.
“That’s too bad William as I was going to ask you to an affair I’m holding this weekend. I have an estate outside of town and usually once a month, we have a weekend session with several close acquaintances who are into the scene and my fetishes.”
My hand was shaking as I took a sip of coffee and tried to think what she had said and what exactly she had meant by fetishes but I thought it best to say nothing more about it. In a very quiet voice, I said, “Sorry Ma’am but I don’t know if my Mistress would approve my attending your meeting.”
“Who is your Mistress?”
“It is Mistress Brianna, Ma’am.”
“Oh, yes, I see,” she replied and then got up. “It was nice chatting with you William. Perhaps another time.”
She was gone before I had a chance to even blurt out a reply so I then sat there staring off into space and wondering just what had taken place. All those years wanting to be in the scene but nothing ever happening and now I was encountering opportunities that I could not act on. I wondered if honesty was indeed the best policy but oh well.
Later that evening as I was cooking a little pasta in the kitchen and watching the Friday night news, the phone rang and I quickly turned down the volume and took the pasta off the burner. “Good evening, it’s William,” I said into the phone.
“Good evening william, it is Mistress Brianna. I understand that you met Mistress Pamela today. Is that right and did she offer an invitation to you?”
“Yes Mistress, she did but I told her that I was not available and I did not know that she was a Mistress.”
“Well done william. She did say that you were a well-behaved slave. Now, a few problems have come up unexpectedly and I am going away for a few days on business and I have decided that you will attend Mistress Pamela’s function in whatever capacity she decides is appropriate for you. I have attended a few of her functions and I have found them and her fetishes to be very interesting indeed and that is why she refers to her affairs as ‘The English Ranch’. This will be a good eye opener for you william and will give you more exposure in the scene. You will obey me william and you will make me proud. I have passed on your limits to Mistress Pamela. You will give me a full report after you return on Sunday evening. Enjoy this experience william.”
“Thank you Mistress but what exactly happens there?”
“She will be contacting you shortly to explain. I must go my dear. Be faithful to you Mistress, I love you greatly my slave.”
I stood there holding the phone in my hand wondering at what just happened and no sooner had I put the phone down that it rang again. “Good evening, it’s William.”
“Good evening william, this is Lady Pamela. I know that you have just talked to your Mistress and she has given you to me for the weekend. You are to be my slave for the next 2 days boy. Now listen carefully as there is not much time and I do not want any fuck-ups or excuses. A package will be delivered to you shortly, which contains written instructions and your costume for the weekend. You will follow my instructions to the letter. Not one, do you understand, not one change is permitted. Have you got that slave?”
“Yes Mistress Pamela. I understand,” I stammered. She seemed to have lost that charming accent and replaced it with one of a low voiced woman with assertive cruelty. I wondered if I was in trouble for the next 2 days and what the fuck was this costume that she was referring to?
“Ma’am, what exactly will be required of me?”
“Didn’t Brianna explain everything to you william?”
“No Ma’am, she only said that your functions are very interesting.”
“Then that is all you need to know for now william.” That was the last thing that she said and then the line went dead.
I sat there for a second and gathered my thoughts of everything that had just happened and then busied myself with dinner and organizing my life so that my absence for the weekend would go unquestioned.
Just after 9:00 p.m., there was a knock on the front door; I knew it was that time because I had just turned on The Soap on the TV. I dashed to the door knowing that it must be the parcel mentioned by Pamela in our conversation earlier and as I opened it, the door was roughly pushed aside by a woman, a Diva, who was probably as strong as I was. She had long red hair, mostly hidden by a western style black hat, and she wore tight fitting black leather pants, a black blouse, a vest, black of course, and all this was topped off with boots. The woman wore heavy makeup but no jewellery of any type, not even a ring and she look absolutely gorgeous but with an air of ‘ Don’t mess with me asshole’ about her.
As she barged in carrying a black sports bag, she slammed the door behind her and ordered me to my knees and assisted by grabbing my hair and forcing me down.
“Damn it let go and get the fuck out of my house,” I stammered.
“Shut up slave! You are slave william I assume?” I nodded my head slowly to indicate that I was.
“Who are you? And what the fuck do you want with me?”
“I was sent by Lady Pamela and you have earned 10 demerit points for using foul language which I will collect from you tomorrow at the Ranch. Now listen and listen closely william as I am not going to repeat this…Here is an envelope that contains 3 addresses which you will drive to tomorrow at the indicated times. You are to pick up 3 passengers, 2 of whom are ponies and one a Trainer.”
‘Ranch, ponies, trainer…’ I heard the words and then realized that I was going to be a pony for the weekend and I then showed my excitement with an ever-growing and hard erection, which this Diva noticed quickly with raised eyebrows and moist lips that she licked as she watched the show my manhood was putting on.
“Times must be met or demerit points will be charged to you. You are not to make any verbal comment or any physical gesture tomorrow morning; not even to reply or respond to a request unless it is threatening for some physical situation. A map is provided but I would suggest that you Google all addresses tonight on Google Maps so that you do not get lost tomorrow. When you arrive, you will park a space indicated for you. You are not to assist your passengers in any way. You will stand at the front of your car with your back to it and you will await the trainers and grooms assigned to you. Do you understand these instructions william?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“ The bag contains a pony collar, a body harness, a modesty pouch, arm and wrist cuffs and a utility or transportation belt, all of which you will wear tomorrow after cleansing yourself with the enema bottle also included in the bag. Do not eat or drink anything tomorrow morning. Sustenance will be provided at the Ranch. You may wear running shoes and a vest that is also in the bag. You may put towels on the seats of your car for yourself and your guests. Do not be late william.”
She turned and headed for the door. Just as she reached it, she said, “I will see you tomorrow william. Just words of advice boy… never get me upset or you will bear the consequence. Now get up and prepare.” With that statement, she opened the door and left, slamming it behind her.
I stood up and opened the envelope… ‘4 a.m.? How the hell am I ever going to make that first pickup and why so early?’ I thought. Quickly, I headed off to my computer knowing that I was running out of preparation time and knowing that I would have to get up without a good night’s sleep.
I never thought that it could be as dark and black as it was this morning or early morning rather for it was 3:55a.m. And I was on my way to pick up my first passengers listed on the instructions as… ‘You will pick up 2 ponies at …’. All the leather seats of my SUV were covered with blankets as a comfort to the passengers and protection for the seats. The instructions, that were delivered by that bitch sent by Lady Pamela, had been followed for the most part with the only exception being that I had put a change of clothing in a sports bag and put it under a blanket in the back of my SUV in case I needed it at the end of the weekend.
My alarm had gone off at 02:30 and, until that point, the excitement of this new adventure had kept me awake for most of the night. As quickly as I could, I got out of bed and cleansed myself inside and out as per the instructions from that woman. When I shaved, I not only shaved my face but my body as well until I was smooth especially in my genital area which I hoped would receive special attention all this weekend. Then I put on the body harness that ran between my legs and had adjustment straps below my breasts, at thigh level and of course at the back once I had suffered putting my cock and balls through it’s cock ring. Christ it was small and I wondered if Mistress Brianna had requested this size. The pain of first squeezing my balls through it and then my cock brought tears to my eyes and I hoped that it would be easier removing it. Thankfully, there was a leather pouch that snapped onto the harness over my genitals providing a little modesty if nothing else. A 2-inch heavy leather collar with D-rings front, back and sides, was then buckled around my neck but not too tightly and at least I didn’t have to add a lock on it as with Mistress Brianna’s. Wrist and arm cuffs, each having a D-ring, that I placed above my elbows were also buckled on but not tightly and then a monster of a belt that had 8 D-rings on it in various locations was also buckled around my waist with great difficulty. That damn thing felt like it weighed 10 pounds. I put on the leather vest that was provided and a pair of sneakers completed my ensemble but the colour of the sneakers, white, did not seem to complement the rest of the outfit and I wondered if I had missed something. Oh well, I’m sure that they will have me running around in bare feet as soon as I get there.
Out the door and into the garage. Thank goodness for automatic garage door openers as I could hide in my car and not have a neighbour see me. And off I went for a weekend as a ponyboy.
‘This must be it.’ I thought as I pulled into the driveway and drove up as close to the house as possible. I turned off the car lights and quickly got out and opened the passenger door. Lights that had been on inside the house suddenly went out and from the front door emerged 2 women dressed in leather harnesses as I was. They did however carry what looked like large plumes and they were wearing a type of boot made specifically for ponies, as they appeared to be up on their toes. I noticed that both of them had their hair in ponytails and they both jingled as they moved which seemed to please them as they chuckled and laughed quietly.
“Here come the two K’s,” one of them said, “and you are right on time boy.”
I looked at them and recognized both. One was Karen, Mistress Brianna’s female slave, who I loved greatly and with whom I had spent several nights bound together in tight ropes and hot sex. The other was Kristine, another reporter from the cable stock channel and I wondered just how many of her co-workers were into the scene. This must be Kristine’s residence, I thought, as I was familiar with where Karen lived.
“Oh william, it is you. I heard that you may be joining us this weekend,” Karen said, “This should be a fun time and better than usual.” She then snuggled up close grabbing my cock through the pouch and sucking lightly on my left nipple.
I stood there looking straight ahead, not saying a word, as my cock came to life from Karen’s playful actions. Karen then pulled Kristine over to me and then she pushed her into me. I felt both their hands rubbing my crotch and wanted to moan my feelings out loud, I remained quiet.
Karen chuckled and then said, “The slave is not to talk Kristine. He performs well don’t you think? Let’s get in the car or else he will be late for the next pickup.” Then jingling and laughing, they both got into the back of my SUV as I closed the door and then left for the next stop.
As I drove off, I looked in the rear-view mirror and noticed that just from the streetlights that these 2 were beautiful in costume. Kristine’s normally straight blonde hair was in a ponytail with bangs down to her eyes. That was when I noticed she had a black plume and Karen’s was red. I wondered what the significance of that was. Both of them had bells attached to their collars and wrist cuffs and were the cause of that jingling.
“Do you know where your next pickup is william?” Karen asked.
I nodded yes.
“Do you know who it is?”
I shook my head no… and then there was laughter from both of them. ‘What the hell does that mean?”
It was about a minute later than planned that I pulled into the circular driveway at the home of the Trainer that I was to pick up. Lights were on in the house as I stopped the car, got out and went to the passenger’s side. When the house lights went off, I opened the passenger door and noticed a wild grin on Karen’s face, which caused me to look at the person coming out of the house. I had though that it would be a male and was surprised that it was a female trainer. And then my heart stopped as I saw whom it actually was. ‘Nita, the fucking bitch! I’m screwed,’ I thought.
With heels clicking on the pavement, she marched to the car and stood before me with a grin that brought fear to me…and then with a gloved hand she slapped me hard across my left cheek…so hard that my head glanced off to the right.
“I was told you would be here this morning slave. I am going to make you pay for what you did to me. Let’s get going!”
Recovering my composure as best I could, I closed the door behind her and then went to the driver’s side, got in and drove off. I don’t remember much of the ride after that as I was shaken up knowing that I could have been in trouble. Now I regretted having punished Nita after Mistress’s party… now I fear that this weekend somehow I would be paid back. Nothing was said with the exception that Nita expressed her desire to be my Trainer for the weekend. ‘Oh please god, don’t let that happen,’ I thought. I wanted no part of her even though she looked fantastic in her black leather pants, boots, vest and western hat. Her long hair was not in a pony tale but was swept back over her shoulders.
Fortunately, Nita acted as navigator and we were able to make the farm (later, I learned the hard way to refer to it as the Ranch) with minutes to spared. There were several dozen cars and trucks parked already and with Nita’s help, I found the sign signifying my location to park. The sign read ‘pony william…Property of Lady Pamela and Mistress Brianna.’ When I opened the door for the passengers, Karen and Kristine took off laughing and jingling and Nita stood there for a few seconds glaring at me and then she left as well. I went to the front of the car and stood as I had been ordered.
After a five-minute wait, a male and female approached. The male, who had to be taking steroids by the handful and must have been 6 feet tall, wore an upper body harness, a black leather thong, a black baseball cap, black boots and turned out to be one of the designated Grooms. He had muscles on his muscles it seemed and the pouch portion of his thong looked as if it was stuffed with a melon. The female, who was about the same height as the male, was dressed in black leather similar to Nita and I recognized her as the bitch that had been at my house the night before. I the early morning light, I saw that she must also be on steroids or spend all her time in the gym as she was very muscular which accounted for her strength that came up against last night. Although she did not have large breasts, what she had, she carried well and she was both beautiful and fucking sexy. As with the previous night, she wore heavy makeup that made her look dangerous She carried a clipboard with paperwork while the Groom had a leather satchel over his shoulder.
“Good morning william,” she said. “I am Cheyenne, your Trainer for today and this is your Groom, David.”
“Good mo….” Was all I got out as she slapped a hand onto the leather pouch I wore hiding my privates.
“ Shut the fuck up boy!” she commanded as I moaned and bent over reacting to her blow. “For some reason, you are in high demand as everyone seems to want a piece of you william. I know that I do as a result of your failure to obey just now and also that big fucking mouth from last night. Take off your vest and give it to the Groom, quickly.”
I obeyed and gave it to the male Groom.
Cheyenne then nodded to David who immediately tightened each cuff, waist belt, harness adjustments and collar. The last causing me to gasp from fear of choking as I think he deliberately made it as tight as possible.
While David was doing this, I had not noticed Cheyenne going through my car and just as David was finished tightening all my apparel, she ran up holding the sports bag containing my clothes.
“What the fuck is this boy?” she yelled holding the bag in front of my face.
“Just a change of clothing Ma’am.”
She then nodded to David who took 2 snap hooks from his bag and attached each to a wrist cuff which were drawn back to D-rings at sides of the waist belt almost at it’s rear. He then took out a section of rope that he put through the D-rings of each upper arm cuff and then pulled them together as tight as possible causing me to groan out in pain again.
“You disobeyed again william. You were not told to bring a change of clothing. This means that your training will be delayed until you are punished for this and all the other demerit points received. Do you understand slave?”
“Yes Cheyenne, I understand,” I groaned, as I was unable to straighten up with my elbows and upper arms bound so close together.
David then put his right hand on my left shoulder pulling me to a standing and more erect position. I saw his left hand go to the top of my pouch and he then slid it under the pouch until he found my cock and grabbed it firmly.
“Get the fuck out of there, you fucking queer.” I yelled at him as I bent over, backing away from him, as his hand slid out of the pouch.
“Cheyenne, what’s going on?” he said and walked over to her and then they both opened a file from her clipboard studying it closely. They both looked at each other and nodded. When I saw that and the look in their eyes, I tried to back away and get to a safe place, which I knew did not exist with my arms, confined the way they were.
David saw this and quickly took a few steps and grabbed me by the D-ring at the front of my collar. “Not so fast little pony. You’ve got some explaining to do asshole.”
Cheyenne then stood in front of me holding up the file and a specific sheet with the heading of Limits. “Is this the list of your limits that you gave to your Mistress and which she supplied to us?” she asked.
“Yes, but I forgot a few things”
“Again boy, is this a list of your limits as we know it?”
“Yes it is.” I replied as I hung my head down.
“For that outburst and your sign of disrespect to your Groom, you have lost all privileges and your training and punishment will be at an even higher level.” She said in a firm voice.
“David, slip off his sneakers and put a 12 inch hobble on him. Then you may remove his pouch as he is no longer entitled to it.” Cheyenne commanded.
I watched as he bent down and roughly grabbed each ankle and pulled off my sneakers tossing them aside without care for their return. Then to each ankle he put on a heavy leather cuff to which he attached a 12-inch heavy chain; one end to each of the ankle cuff D-ring. Then he got up and slowly unsnapped the pouch that hid my cock and balls from public view and he did this with a smile on his face that almost seemed to say, ‘You will be mine later asshole.’ He did find a way to run his hand over my cock and balls and I prayed that I would not have an erection then and there. All I needed was to have that mass of muscle using my body. Fortunately nothing ‘arose’ from that situation.
“OK, let’s get going David. We are starting to get behind schedule and we do not want to upset Lady Pamela. I guess we had better go through the checklist so that you know exactly what to do with our new pony here.”
At this point, David took pen and a booklet from his bag and flipped a few pages until he found what he was looking for. “Ah here he is. Now let’s see what are his specifics for this morning?” David then began to ask Cheyenne an item to which she replied with a detail.
“Stall number? He asked. “17!” was her reply.
“Markings?”… “Left arm will now be double red. Right arm black.”
‘What the hell did that mean?’ I thought to myself.
“Tail?”… “Yes, that’s added and must be red. ”
“Bridle, reins and bit?”… “Just the bridle and bit for now. Use the heavy trainer with a large bit, head harness with blinders and attachment. Short red plume and make the harness extra tight.”
“Bells?”… “Yes, that’s added as well. 5 at your discretion.”
“Boots?”… “I’m not certain. We will let our Lady decide.”
“Sunscreen?”… “No, heavy body oil instead. It says here that he looks great all oiled up and he looks well tanned anyway.”
‘Oh fuck no! Please god no! Please let one of the girls oil my body. Please!’ I thought.
“Training corral?”… “Not initially, a full spread in the stall to begin with since punishment is necessary. I’m certain that Lady Pamela will want to be there so make it extra wide. That means tiptoes!”
“Meals?”… “No breakfast, water only for now. His behaviour will decide the future.”
“Cover?”… “No! He has lost the privilege of wearing a pouch.”
As they were discussing my fate, I noticed that the sun was coming up and I could already feel its warmth. The weather forecast was calling for record highs this weekend, which was perfect for a weekend of ponyplay I had thought. My heart beat faster knowing that all my needs, wants and desires would be met over the next few days… and then some. Perhaps it was the initial ‘thrill of the chase’ followed by receiving all of my wants and needs that made me the slave I was. The thrill being the capture and struggling as one is made a slave…the wants and needs being the pain, the humiliation, and the total servitude to others.
“Bedding?”… “Straw only and it also says spread and bound with no blankets.”
“Video?”… “Yes. Punishment, training and competitions. Requested by his Mistress.”
“That’s all that I have. Do you have anything else Cheyenne?” David asked.
“Wow. Yes, just one other request from his Mistress. He is to be treated roughly as if he were a wild stallion. I’ve not seen anything like that before.”
They both turned and looked at me with smiles of what I would be looking forward to.
“Get him to the barn ASAP while I find Lady Pamela and discuss this pony with her to see what she wishes to do and what training he will require. Hurry!” Cheyenne commanded. “Are you ready to begin your weekend william?” she chuckled.
“Fuck you bitch,” was my reply, which got me an immediate slap across my face.
“We’ll see who fucks who slave! Now get going David or we’ll be joining this asshole.”
David then took out a 10 foot length of heavy chain which he snapped one end to a D-ring on my collar. “Let’s get going boy and you had better keep up.”
Off we went with my Groom moving fast enough to keep the chain taught and jerking on it from time to time probably to show me that he was in command. I didn’t notice much of the surroundings on the way to the barn as I was trying to keep my balance but I did hear the comments of others. Most of the remarks that I heard on the way were ones of sympathy and warnings of what was to come but there was some laughter as well, which was almost frightening.
Then at last we reached the barn and I was brought to my stable, number 17, and I was made to stand at the entrance as the Groom prepared it for me. From behind me, someone spoke up, it sounded like Karen but I was not certain, “Oh my God, william, what have you done?”
‘Why are all these other ponies looking at me like that? Hey, there’s another ponyboy and he’s wearing a pouch. Stop that yelling! Why did they take my pouch away? Why are they laughing at me? Stop that damn yelling!’ the thoughts raced through my head as I looked behind from my stable, 17, to the main aisle and area of the barn. Then suddenly I realised that my Groom had been the one yelling at me and at that moment he pulled on the chain still linked to my collar. The pull was so hard and unexpected that I fell onto my knees and then my left side hit the straw covered stable floor.
“Are you deaf you dumb fuck? I said get the fuck over here and lie across this straw bale. Hurry up! We haven’t got all day.
As I struggled to my feet, I half moved under my own power and was pulled by the Groom towards 2 bales of hay; one stacked upon the other. I leaned over and felt the dry straw prick at my skin and that was when David slammed his left forearm onto my ribcage on the left side of my back causing the straw points to hurt even more but of more concern was the impact on my rips which felt as if they would snap at any moment.
“Get off my back you bastard. That hurts!” I was able to moan through clenched teeth. Just as I had complained to him, I received a blow from his fist into the other side of my ribcage. That blow took my breath away and as soon as I recovered, I struggled to get out from under him but all those steroids paid off it seems. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back until I thought my neck would snap. ‘I have to watch what I do around this prick or else I’m dead meat,’ I thought.
“Now shut the fuck up and lie still boy. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I replied through clenched teeth.
He pulled my head back even harder and said, “Yes what boy? You will show a little respect from now on so I repeat, Yes what boy?”
“Yes sir!” I yelled out as he shoved my head back into the straw bale.
“That’s better,” he stated as he started to unbuckle the strap that led between my cheeks and ended at the cock ring. “Did you notice that this strap was split? Probably not but guess the reason for it?”
I could feel the pouch of the thong he wore now pressed against my left buttock and let out a soft groan as I realized that his cock was erect and as hard as a bar of steel. ‘Oh god no! Please don’t let this asshole fuck me. Please, please. I’m not into that.’ I cried to myself.
Surprisingly, to me anyway, he got off me and went to another part of the stable to my right. “Look over here boy! This is part of your costume this morning.”
I turned my head to the right and saw David coming back to me holding up a stainless steel butt plug that had what looked like red hair attached to it with strands about 12 inches long. My heart dropped as I thought that the mention of a tail meant something attached to my harness. I also noticed that video cameras had been set up and as I turned my head, I spotted 4 of them and each had a red indicator light on which meant that they were recording. 2 were at the front of the stable at different heights and 2 were at the rear, Funny, but I couldn’t remember anyone setting them up.
“As it is your first time here, I’ve put normal lubricant on the plug. If you act up again next time, I’ll not use anything on it. You’re lucky that Lady Pamela is not here or she would have used her special lubricant that she uses on her hard to break ponies. Now relax william while I get this in. It’s just uncomfortable. Trust me. Now move your knees apart as if you’re trying to squat. That’s it. Ah, there we go. Now I’ll just buckle your strap back up.”
I first had felt the cold plug against my asshole and before I could even think, the bastard screwed it hard into me. He then adjusted the strap and pulling it tight so that my cock and balls were more than uncomfortable, he buckled it back up. He then grabbed my hair again pulling me off the straw and then forcing me down onto my knees. Then he stood in front of me and pulled his thong down to expose his mammoth steroid built cock. It was like a fucking spear.
“I’ve taken enough from you this morning william. You will now give me a little pleasure and suck me off. Now!”
‘The hell with that,’ I thought. I’d never done anything like that before although the thought had crossed my mind from time to time. In all honesty, he was built like a muscled god and I was starting to get turned on but I just wasn’t prepared for this. I looked down at his feet and shook my head no.
His right hand then grabbed the front of my throat and his left pinched my nose together. Damn but he was one strong motherfucker. I couldn’t breath and I thought I would choke to death from the grip he had on me and in seconds my mouth was open gasping for air. The shaft was then rammed into my mouth and I started to gag on it. Already, I could taste the salty bitterness from his pre-cum.
“Suck on it you little bastard,” he ordered and he held my head moving it back and forth on his cock.
I was scared and in shock and made a fatal mistake in that my natural survival reactions took over and I bit down as hard as I could on it to stop it’s entry into me. A fraction of a second later and my left eye was blinded by a brilliant bright light. This was followed by numerous stars, which were from David’s knuckles meeting eyeball. I found myself on the ground once more and as I tried to refocus my left eye, I hoped that I was not cut or that it would not swell shut. Lying there, I tried unsuccessfully to spit out the taste of my Groom that remained in my mouth.
“What the hell is going on in here David?” the voice of Cheyenne bellowed out. “Get dressed and get that pony into position. Lady Pamela has called a group meeting to introduce our new pony to everyone and she wants it to start right here at 8 a.m. Oh, and william, nice tail!”
As she left, David roughly lifted me to my feet by grabbing an arm and made me stand in the middle of the stall facing out to a common area. I was about a foot or two inside the stall and I thought that I would merely stand there waiting for Lady Pamela. I guess I must have had a brain cramp earlier because I had forgotten about all the items David and Cheyenne had gone through.
First he attached a chain to each side of my collar. One end of each of two chains was attached there and the other end was attached to the corresponding side of my stable. These two chains were then made taught so that my head could not sway even an inch from where my Groom had originally placed me. Then I watched, fascinated, as he scurried around setting up chains and bars that were to be meant for my discomfort I was certain.
As I stood there, I had more time to visually take in my Groom and there was no denying that he was well built in a muscular sense. I became fascinated with his fantastic abs and breasts to the point that I had to shake my head to get those thoughts out and concentrate on trying to be a pony. I wondered if he had noticed me staring at him?
There was a clock on a wall some distance away in a common area and he kept glancing at it and cursing under his breath. The time was 7:40 according to that clock. When he got a stepladder and placed it in front of me, I glanced up and noticed a beam directly above me that had a rope driven pulley from which hung a large snap hook with the rope tied off behind me in the stable. He then went to the rear of the stable and lowered the hook until it was at my feet. Then he carried from the back of the stable a long heavy steel bar that had to be 8 feet in length and had loops in the middle and at each end. The middle loop was put into the snap-hook and 2 heavy chains were then attached with padlocks, one to each end of the bar. Using the pulley rope, he raised the bar up to my chest level and I noticed that the 2 chains were now clear of the floor.
“Well boy, look what we have for you!” he seemed to chuckle, “a little red plume for a sissy pony. How sweet is that?”
I looked around and saw him carrying a combination harness and bit gag piece of apparel and there on top was a stubby fat red plume, which was actually made up of a few feathers. As I wondered what the significance of the colours was, he ordered me to open my mouth and accept the gag which I did so.
“Wider you little piece of shit! After you are broken and learn to behave, we will give you a normal pony bit!”
I thought my jaw was going to snap as he shoved the bit in my mouth and then tried to obey his command to bite down on it so that it didn’t pop out. Thankfully it was made of a hard rubber type material and that wouldn’t damage my teeth, I thought. There were 2 large polished metal rings at the end of the bit that would be used later for the bridle. David then secured the bit at the back of my head and then went about securing the rest of the harness with straps below by chin and sides and top of my head. On several occasions, I let out a moan through the gag as he was securing the harness with unnecessary tightness as one way of punishing me and also as he had been ordered. The harness had blinders on either side, which cut off my vision so that I only saw what was going on in front of me.
“Now for the final piece of the harness.” he said as he brought up a weird looking leather piece. It had 2 small cup-like sections to it and I quickly realized that I was to be blindfolded. He then snapped this section to the harness, made a few adjustments until he knew that the blindfold section was digging into my face circling my eyes so that not even a hint of light was available to me.
Through the bit I was able to mumble out my feelings for what he was doing, “Fuck you, you cock-sucking bastard!”
“Well see about that later william. Right now I have to get prepared.”
Next he untied the rope attached to the upper arm cuffs and this provided immediate but temporary relief. At this point, he attached 2 red ribbons to my left upper arm cuff and one black ribbon to my right upper arm cuff. The ribbons were about 1 inch in width and 12 inches in length once tied on. Later, I found out there meaning. The 2 red ribbons signified that basically I was a pain slut to be used for sexual pleasures of all types and the black ribbon meant that I was bisexual which was an error due to my omission in listing my limits with Mistress Brianna. I could be used by anyone, at any time for any purpose with only the rank of those wanting me determining who would get me. It went Owner/Mistress to Trainer to Groom and then to any ponygirl or boy. I was the lowest on the totem pole.
My left wrist cuff was then taken from my belt’s D-ring and attached to a chain. A warning from the Groom told me not to move any part of my body beyond where he placed it and I thought it best to obey. A similar adjustment and change was made to my right arm and cuff, and this was followed by my arms being raised above my head by the Groom operating the pulley, I guessed, and they were at a level that was not uncomfortable. I then felt him at my feet removing the hobble chain.
“Spread your legs apart boy!”
I obeyed or thought I had.
“Wider bitch or your nuts will meet my boots!”
I obeyed and moved them a bit knowing that it was impossible to extend them apart any further. He then attached a chain to each ankle cuff and pulling them even further apart, locked the other end of the chain to the side of the stable. Bound so tight, I wondered if a sneeze or cough would be enough to split me apart as it felt like I would. Then it got even worse as David raised my arms up fully until I was on tiptoe. ‘Holy Christ, even Nita hadn’t put me into this much pain,’ I thought.
After a brief pause, I felt the Groom’s hands on my body and remembered that I was to be oiled. He started at the top and worked his way down with his hard rough hands, rubbing every part of me and paying special attention to my breasts, ass and my privates he saved for last. As he rubbed my cock and gently squeezed my balls, I prayed that I would not get a hard-on but what happened after he decided to reapply oil to this area was that I got so fucking hard that I thought I was going to explode then and there.
He just laughed and said, “Right. You haven’t done it before? Well, we are going to have fun this weekend. Oh, damn, the bells. I forgot.”
Then as if on cue, everyone seemed to be coming into the building as I heard chatter, the jingling of bells and the sound of hooves on the wooden floor. There were a lot of comments about my oiled body and the position I was in, as well as a few hands being run over my cock. I heard bells near to me and then felt the pain as a bell was clipped to each nipple and each side of my scrotum and I moaned for all to hear as each was attached.
‘Five, there were to be five. Where is the last one going or has he forgotten?’ I thought. Then I felt a rope at the head of my penis and then I felt the extreme pain as he tied it extremely tight to ensure that the bell now dangling would remain place even if my erection didn’t.
“There you go boy. Are you enjoying it, I hope?” he said.
Then a female voice whispered in my ear, “You look so fucking beautiful william. We must spend some time together after this.” It was Nita! I thought that she wanted to kill me from the remarks she made to me earlier this morning.
Another voice spoke up, “Want a stock tip william? I’d buy International Buggy Whip if I were you.” Very funny Kristine, I thought, very funny. Numerous chuckles could be heard from the others nearby as well.
Then it went completely quite. Not a sound was made. The only sounds I heard were from the chirping of birds outside and the whistle of a far-off train.
‘Here she comes,’ I thought when I heard the clicking of heels on the barn’s wooden floor. There was more than one person and I could tell that they were heading my way, as the sound from the boot heels got increasingly louder. Being bound and blindfolded seemed to increase my other senses as I could hear someone move at my side and another in front of me and I could smell a combination of wonderful perfumes.
A finger ran over my chest and then the bell on my left nipple was hit and made to jingle. As I wondered what was to happen next, a lovely English voice spoke out to the gathering.
“Welcome everyone to our 2nd event of the year. I think that the weather will be more enjoyable this time and we will be able to hold all events outdoors. Competitions will begin this afternoon and will continue until late tomorrow evening when we close the event with an outdoor banquet. That’s it for the formal announcements so let’s get on with the reason that you were called here together.
As you can see, we have a new addition to the stable and unfortunately he is very spirited and I’m certain that he thinks he cannot be broken. I’d like to introduce pony william or slave william and he may be called either as I am his Mistress for the weekend and his owner, who you all know, is Mistress Brianna who could not join us this weekend. So let’s see if I can get pony william to introduce himself. David if you please, 3 medium ones.”
I mind had drifted off as Lady Pamela was talking to thinking of my Mistress Brianna and wonderful times I’ve had in her dungeon and I was not expecting the sting of David’s whip which caused me to jerk slightly causing the bells I wore to jingle. Then 2 more lashes landed and each one set off the ringing of pain but once they had ceased, left me with an unspoken desire for more.
Lady Pamela then spoke up. “Well that was pathetic. Don’t you agree everyone?” Not a sound was made from the gathering. “You can do better than that william, don’t you agree? Let’s see you as the wild stallion that you are supposed to be.”
I mumbled through my bit and tried to apologize but it came out garbled for all to hear.
“David, 5 more and put your back into it this time.”
The first lash was on my upper thigh and stung like hell causing me to ride my restraints as my toes left the ground. I think David saw that a weakness of mine was in my upper thighs and continued to land all the remaining lashes in this general area. The screams into my gag sounded so loud to me that I thought I must be working up sympathy from others but all that left the gag was muffled roars. When it ended, I pulled at all my restraints and cursed into the gag at everyone who I thought had a part in this.
“Ah, you can see that the boy is going to be difficult to break,” Pamela said. “ Now that was a much better introduction don’t you agree everyone?”
Calls of agreement, whistles, cheers, and clapping, all confirmed Lady Pamela’s statement, which was an immediate relief to me.
“Now william’s owner has kindly donated him as a special prize in this weekend’s competitions and activities. You can see that he wears 2 reds and 1 black to signify that he is a bisexual painslut and is available to be won by all here today. He will be a 1-hour prize in a competition today and at dinner tonight there will be a draw for an additional hour with pony william in the centre of the arena. Tomorrow afternoon, there will be an additional hour to be won in competition.
That’s all! I hope you enjoy your weekend and take lots of water, as it will be hot. Let’s make it the best ever and remember that any fighting amongst us will result in being banned from the group. Now off you go to your assignments.”
I heard the conversations pick up as everyone moved off and out of the barn but I remained in the strung out position.
“David, before you take william to the training centre, you will move the bells on his genitals to his ear lobes and one on his collar. Put training boots on him as well so his Mistress can see him suffer on the videos you take of him. Let him have water before taking him to the corral but leave his blindfold on until he is hooked up to the trainer.
Cheyenne, I believe that the boy has accumulated demerit points that he earned for his insolence last night and today. Is that correct?”
“Yes Ma’am, he has earned 20 sofar,” I heard Cheyenne reply.
“OK, lets clear the slate before training at the corral. David, you will now go for breakfast as you have been very busy so far and Cheyenne will stay with william and have pay him for his demerit points.
Cheyenne, you may choose your weapon just remember not to draw blood.”
I felt a presence in front of me and then hands on both of my breasts, squeezing them and then pulling on the bells that were clipped to my nipples. Pamela then whispered in that deep forceful English accent that I was to receive one lash for each demerit point and scream or sound beyond a moan would result in an additional 5 lashes. She then reminded me that I was on video and suggested I put on a good show for my Mistress.
“I’ll be off now and I will be checking in on you throughout the day to see how your training is coming along.” Her boot heels clicked on the floor as she left the barn.
All was quiet again except for the sound of my heavy breathing and Cheyenne’s pacing behind me. Then a hand was on my head harness and it was pulled back roughly as she stepped into me.
“Well william, what should I use to punish you with? Well?” she spoke roughly as she pulled my head back further.
“A feather would be nice.” I spoke into the bit gag hoping that she wouldn’t understand the garbled translation but unfortunately she did.
“I don’t think so asshole and I don’t appreciate smart ass comments. Understood?” Then she bit down onto my shoulder causing the bells to ring again.
“Fuck you bitch!” I replied as loudly as possible into the gag, knowing that I was in deep, deep trouble.
In my blindfolded state, I didn’t know who it was when David touched me and I immediately screamed into my bit and struggled in my bondage of chains causing the bells I wore to sing out loud. Then I remembered that it had been Cheyenne who had worked me over with a rubber hose that had got the best of me. I never realized that any woman was that powerful as the blows felt like she was wielding a sledgehammer. She was one strong bitch I thought as my body cringed and struggled expecting to receive another blow.
“Relax william. She’s gone for breakfast and will be expecting us at the training corral in an hour. Try to control yourself and watch what you say to her or you will not last the day. Do you understand?”
I nodded that I did and then tried to get on tiptoes again and recover from the blows.
“ Now, I will remove the chains to your ankles and let you down. Just lie on the floor and try to recover and I’ll get you a drink in a second.”
I did as he asked and did not move from my position as I heard him put the chains away. My arms became free as he removed them from the spreader bar and attached them to D rings on the belt.
“Stand up william and let me remove your gag for a minute.” He said as he grabbed me by the arm lifting me to my feet as if I were a feather.
After he removed the gag I was able to gasp for air and clear the saliva from my mouth by wiping it as best I could on each shoulder.
“How many times did she hit you?”
“I lost track after that first blow. Christ that hurt.” I replied.
“Well if you’re going to had attitude and not change, you had better get used to it boy.”
“Fuck you asshole and her as well,” I blurted out without thinking.
The next thing that I knew was that I was doubled over on the floor of the stall dry heaving from a punch to my gut from David. God that hurt! I thought that I would cough up my lungs before I was able to recover myself.
David then grabbed me by the top of my head harness and roughly dragged me to me knees. “ Now pony william perhaps you will keep your mouth in check. Understood?”
I nodded yes and felt his hands on my head harness removing the coverings over my eyes. At first I thought that the light blinded me but gradually my squinting relaxed and I was to see everything again. The barn was empty except for the two of us and it was eerily quiet.
“Water is available in the bottle hanging over at the side of the stall,” he indicated with a nod in the direction.
I looked over and was puzzled. “How do I get a drink from it with my hands tied?”
Then let out a small chuckle. “Oh, yes, this is your first visit isn’t it? Well, with the exception of meals, a liquid, that is usually only water, is available in bottles like that throughout the grounds. You have to suck on the nipple to get a drink so go ahead and drink boy. You should be good at it.”
Too thirsty to reply, I went to the bottle and was able to get the nipple in my mouth after standing on tiptoe. After a few attempts, I was able to get the liquid out and it felt so good as the cool water ran down my throat. There must have been more than a quart in the bottle and I drained it without difficulty, as I was that dry.
My groom watched and after I finished warned me to go easy on the liquids, as I was not accustomed to the training. He then asked if I had to relieve myself, as there would not be a latrine available until lunch. I indicated that I was fine by shaking my head no and he simply shrugged his shoulders and said that we had to get on with things.
I was made to sit on a bale of hay as he went to a shelf in the rear and took down a pair a black boots that appeared to be about 18 inches long with lacing up the front and with weird looking heels. David showed me the boots and explained that I would be wearing them as a pony. They even had what appeared to be horseshoes on the bottom of them. When I looked at them, I saw that I would have to be on tiptoes it seemed and cringed at the thought of running around like some kind of sissy especially with this red plume at the top of my head and a red tail sticking out of my asshole. Next, he slipped both boots on my feet and laced them up part way.
“Stand up!” he commanded, “ Get on the top balls of your feet. Don’t be afraid of falling down. Press down hard and then lean back on your heels. That’s it william. Now, do they fit?”
“Yes Sir, I think they do,” I replied and with that he completed the lacing of each boot and made certain that they were done up tight and finished with a double knot to ensure they did not loosen. Once he finished I started to test them by trying a step or two until he ordered me to stop fooling around.
“Lady Pamela was kind enough to supply these boots to you william so respect her property and always keep them well maintained.”
He then began to prepare me by first blindfolding me with those cup like devices that cut out all light and as he put it on he seemed to be tightening it to the extreme. I let out a loud moan and asked him if that was necessary and questioned why I had to have it on but his only reaction was a chuckle. This was followed by the bit gag with which he was even rougher than with the blindfold and it was all I could do to moan as softly into the bit gag as I could. He then removed the 2 bells clipped to my sack and I thought I would die as I screamed into the bit but received little relief other than from when David untied the bell that had been tightly tied to my cock. I could feel his hot breath on me and his body up against mine as he attached one bell to the front of my collar. When he attached the next bell to my left ear lobe, I screamed and shook my head from the unpleasant sensation and for my efforts received the bastard’s knee hard on my balls.
He then grabbed me by the bit ring and in a hard voice said, “Stop your fucking around or I’ll beat the crap out of you right now. It is going to be a pleasure when we finally get together alone. You will pay for this stupidity. Now Obey and Behave!”
I kept myself together as he completed his tasks, which included another application of body oil, but this time I kept my cock in check when he rubbed oil on it and the area around it. To each ring at the sides of the bit, he attached reins with a snap hook and I could feel then as they hung down my back. Left alone to myself for a few seconds, I thought of what I must look like to others and with that as well as the sound and feel and smell of the leather from the boots, reins and everything else that I wore I was starting to get aroused. Then I felt the reins lifted from my back and soon they tightened and my head was jerked from one side to the other.
“It’s time to get you to the corral for your lunge training session and it’s also an opportunity for you to get used to the reins. Now listen carefully asshole, when you feel the slap of the reins on your back possibly along with a shout of ‘Ya’ or ‘Get going’ or something similar, you will move out in a straight direction. When you are required to made a turn, you will feel the rein pulling your head in the direction to turn and pulled back when you are to straighten out. When you are required to stop, your head will be pulled back with both reins and you may hear ‘Halt’ or ‘Whoa’ or ‘Stop’. Do you understand that pony?”
I tried to mumble a ‘yes’ and the reply was a very hard slap with the leather reins across my bare ass.
“You’re a pony and ponies do not speak! Nod your head for Yes and shake it side to side for No. Do you understand?”
I nodded ‘Yes’ to reply and received two hard straps across my ass and wondered what I did to deserve that.
“Put something into it william. A simple nod will not do. We expect you to nod or shake your head a couple of times as far as it will go so let’s try this again. Do you understand pony william?
This time I did put all I had into it as the bells attached to me played their tune of submission as the reins snapped on my back and David shouted out a ‘Ya’ as he pulled on my right rein. I got so excited and confused by being blindfolded that as I lurched ahead and then tried to turn right that I lost my footing and went stumbling into the stable door, hitting it with my right shoulder and ending up on my ass.
All I could hear for several seconds was a wail of laughter from David and finally he said, “ I guess we had better do this outdoors or else we will never make it to your training on time. I’ll guide you out of the barn and start your training with the reins when we’re closer to the corral.”
He then grabbed me by my left arm and the ring at the rear of my collar and roughly pulled me up as if I were a small kitten. “Fuck you look fantastic william. Everyone is going to be after you, so be prepared when we exit the barn. Man, I’d love to take you right now.”
I heard him gather up the reins and then grabbed my left arm so tightly that I was certain it would have a giant bruise on. The thought of asking or begging him to loosen up a bit on it crossed my mind but I quickly dropped that idea as I still felt the pain in my gut and balls.
Off we went and I was just barely able to keep up in what I thought were sissy boots as I walked on what I thought were high heels. I could feel the hot sun on my body as soon as we left the barn and immediately the catcalls, whistles and explicit threats of a BDSM nature were made to me. Then a female voice yelled out loudly, “Halt.”
David brought me to a halt and I could hear boots approaching and stopping before me I thought. Then something hard was at my cheek forcing it form one side to the other and then it slapped the bell on each ear lobe followed by the bells on each nipple. It had to be a leather crop I realized as I felt it being run over my chest.
“How wonderful you look william. I hope you look like that tonight when I pay you back for what you did to me.”
It was that bitch Nita who hadn’t mellowed after all and I blurted out a ‘Fuck you bitch’ through the bit gag thinking that she could not make it out but I was proved wrong when I doubled over from the pain of her crop slapping my right thigh.
“Tonight you are my slave. I paid big bucks for you so spend the day thinking about what will happen to you,” she said as I heard her walk away.
“ I see you make friends easily william. What a dumb ass you are. Now let’s get out of here. We are going to jog a bit so get ready.”
Before I could do anything, he held my arm in his death grip and quickly pulled be along, cursing and stumbling but he never let me fall. Finally, it stopped and he gave me a few minutes to catch my breath and then the training with the reins began. It actually went quite well and it was not long before both reins were pulled hard snapping my head back as I quickly stopped. He moved me up a few steps and I could then feel a metal chain as I brushed against it and then it remained at my back. I heard and felt him lock it to the D ring at the rear of my collar with the excess running down against my back. God, how thirsty I was and I hoped for a drink. David slowly unbuckled the blindfold and warned me about the light suggesting that I open my eyes slowly and adjust to the sun. The blindfold was removed and then to my relief the gag was loosened but not removed. I felt the rubber nipple on my lips as he offered me water and warned me not to take too much. His little workout had worn me down and I sucked on that nipple for all it was worth and took it all. Then the gag was reattached as tight as ever and I slowly was able to open my eyes and take in my surroundings.
To my left, was a large metal pole about eight feet in height from which at the top was attached a smaller metal arm that ran perpendicular from the top of the pole to just above my head. A chain from the end of the arm hung down and was the chain locked to my collar. I was in a fenced off corral, circular in shape and then I realized that I was going to be made to walk in a circle as I had remembered seeing a ‘House Of Gord’ video with a ponygirl in the same predicament that I was now in.
David then removed the rein from my right side and I watched as he put it and the blindfold cups on a small table by the pole. “I’ll see you later boy but now, Mistress Cheyenne will begin your training,” and off he went to a building nearby.
I stood there in the hot sun for what must have been 10 minutes but seemed like 10 hours and I had begun to sweat all over my body. As I watched other ponies being put through their paces, I was able to test the constraint that I was in and found it only possible to walk in a circle. The chain, arm and pole were too well build to try to break free from, as I knew what was to happen to me.
Cheyenne then appeared from the building that David had gone into and started to head in my direction. At first, all I saw was this monstrous long whip that she carried. It was a like a slim stiff pole about 5 feet long that had a leather single tail attached to it that had to be at least another 3 or 4 feet in length and I was to learn later that it was a lunge whip used for training and breaking horses and ponies. Then I realized what Cheyenne was wearing or rather what she wasn’t wearing and my manhood went erect for all it was worth. She now wore a black leather bikini, which covered as little as possible. The thin bra portion provided some support for her breasts and covered just a bit more than her teats, which you could now tell, were pierced. The panty portion covered about an area the size of a 50-cent piece. She still wore the boots and hat that she had on earlier but she had added and wore small black leather gloves. Her body glistened in the hot sun probably from a heavy application of a sunscreen.
I turned to my left to watch her approach and to absorb as much of this eye candy as possible. She walked with a determined and heavy step and had a serious look of pleasure on her face.
“Turn straight ahead slave! Now!” as she came up to my left side and took hold of the remaining rein attached to my collar. “Have you had water, slut?”
I nodded as hard as I could to the affirmative and it set the bells ringing. The chain restricted my movement somewhat but it had some slack to allow for that type of movement with my head.
“Very good. I see that David has taught you a lesson and that will save us both time and effort. It’s about 9:30 and the next 2 hours will be heavy training in which you will be made into a pony. Do you understand and are you ready william?”
Again, I nodded to the affirmative and felt a light tap on my ass. As a natural reaction to this, I turned and watched as Cheyenne, holding the whip and left rein, move back towards the post, the centre of the circle.
“I thought I told you to look straight ahead boy! Did I give you permission to look this way?”
As I shook my head to indicate no, I heard the whip slash through the air and find it’s target just below my ass cheeks. The sting was unbelievable and I moaned into the gag unable to control myself. ‘God it’s too hot, I’ll never make it through 2 hours of this,’ I thought.
“Let’s get started slave and find out what I have to work with,” she said as I felt tug on the rein and the sting of the whip on my ass. “Ya! Get going bitch! A nice slow walk to feel out your new boots,” she commanded.
I stumbled forward feeling the shoes grip the ground and immediately I almost fell over as I tried to walk straight that I was held by the arm and could only move forward in a counter clockwise circular motion. The chain to my collar caught my fall and caused me to flail about and choke from the collar as Cheyenne slashed the whip at me in numerous hard lashes. Most fell on my upper body and onto the belt restraint that I wore so that they had no effect on me but a few landed on my upper arms as they were locked to the belt. Determined to go on, I found my footing and the correct path to follow guided by the arm attached to the centre pole. The blows stopped as I concentrated on the ground a few feet ahead of me.
“Let’s take the walk up a notch boy! Faster!” she commanded and stressed her point by the snap of the whip on my ass cheeks. I moved forward as fast as possible and broke out into a full run, which caused Cheyenne to loose her grip on the rein, and it fell out of her hand. Running full out and trying to maintain my balance, I did not hear her commands to halt but soon felt the hard portion of her whip on my ass and then the pain from the snap of my head to the left when she stepped firmly on the trailing rein.
“Whoa! Stop!” she yelled as I bent over gasping for breath. “I told you to walk faster not run. Are you deaf and dumb william?”
“Fuck you bitch!” I replied. “Bring it on!”
“What did you say william? Say it again?” Cheyenne yelled at me.
I answered by mumbling through the bit gag a repeat of what I had said before, “Fuck you bitch!”
Cheyenne simply turned and put her lunge whip across the table and walked away to the out building where she had come from. I felt a little cocky as if I had won a small victory over her and stood there, awaiting David to take me back to the barn.
With it being so hot standing there in direct sunlight and with no shade in any part of the corral available to me, I moved around until most of the sun’s rays were at my back giving me some relief. The door to the building where Cheyenne had gone stood in a direct line behind my back. Water was unavailable to me as my arms were locked to my waist belt and I was forced to stand with my collar locked to the chain from the training device’s arm. There was a bottle of water on the table in the middle of the ring as well as a bottle hanging from a wooden arm available to ponies on this trainer but with the bit gag that I wore, it also was unavailable.
As I waited for what I thought would be a quick end to this day, I took in my surroundings with both eyes and ears. I was the only pony being trained it seemed as there were 2 other training corrals beside the one I was in. Off in the distance, I could see ponies pulling various types of carts, running free or carrying a person on their back or shoulders. You could hear the sounds of laughter, the tiny ringing of bells, the screams of pleasures and pain, and the commands barked out by the Trainers and Grooms.
Suddenly the door to the building slammed shut and I expected it was Cheyenne coming to release me so as casually as I could, trying to show a mixture of contempt and boredom, I looked for her over my right shoulder. ‘Oh my God, it’s Lady Pamela,’ and she looks so much better than she did at our first meeting in the bookstore. She was wearing black knee high boots, tight black leather shorts, a black leather bra that I assumed would shortly be blown off by her perfect set of tits that tried to escape their enclosure as she walked, a black riding cap that accented her blonde hair, black leather gloves and … And then I saw IT. She was carrying what I first thought to be a crop but in actual fact was a woven leather whip about 3 feet in length and she was smacking it against her right boot as she marched towards me with a hard look on her face. I knew that I was in trouble but I couldn’t realize how serious it was to become.
As she drew up beside me on my left side, I twisted my head around to look at her face to face just as the blow from her whip landed across my ass cheeks and literally took my breath away as I let out a deep, load groan. I had not yet learned the pleasure of pain at this level and glaring at Lady Pamela yelled through the bit gag, “What the fuck! No marks bitch!”
I expected further discipline from that outburst of mine but she seemed to ignore it as she glared at me and then spoke to me in a very serious voice.
“Slaves are to drop to their knees before me but seeing that you are not in a position to do so, you will bow your head. Now william!” she barked in that harsh English accent.
I immediately obeyed. That last lash must have drawn blood or at least would leave a mark and I wanted to point that out to her as my limits excluded that.
She must have immediately read my mind.
“I just got off the phone with your owner, Mistress Brianna, and explained your actions to the staff here and asked her for her permission to have you expelled from the Ranch.”
‘Thank god. Now I can get out of here.’ I thought to myself as I looked at the ridiculous boots I wore.
“BUT she denied my request and wants you broken regardless of the cost.”
“No, no,” I muttered through the gag, “that cannot be.” but quickly shut up and lowered my head as I saw Pamela start to raise her whip but no blow came.
“ For the rest of the weekend here, Mistress Brianna has agreed to remove all limits from your training. She did this william because of your disrespect to herself as your Owner, to myself as your Superior, to Groom David and especially to your Trainer, Cheyenne. She had to talk to Cheyenne directly and order her to do whatever it takes to break you even if it means keeping you in tears for every minute you are here. Do you understand the implication of what Mistress Brianna has ordered us to do william?”
I nodded my head up and down to indicate that I understood.
“We have never had to take a pony to this level before and I hope the gods will be merciful with you. David will now prepare you for this higher level and then Cheyenne will continue her training. I would expect that the level of training and the pain resulting from it would be twice that which you have received thus far.”
With that, she turned walked away but I dared not look to see where or in what direction she went. I could not believe that Brianna had done this to me. I expected a weekend of pleasure and learning and now I feared for what was to come. In my mind, I had done nothing wrong by trying to enjoy myself.
In a matter of seconds, I heard footsteps approach and then a chuckle, which I recognized as David’s.
“Well william, I did try to warn you and now you’re in a real fix I think. I’ve never seen or heard of a slave about to be treated like you will be.” he stated as he walked up behind me.
I kept my head down and wondered what was to come, as I could not imagine it getting any worse than what it had been. He had a sack, of goodies I guess, which he put in front of me so that I could see it with my head lowered.
The first thing he did was to grab my cock and squeezed it hard as he pressed into my body. My reaction to this was to raise my head to look at him and just before I was about to tell him where to go he barked at me in a loud voice.
“Keep your fucking head down boy and don’t make a sound.” Then with his face next to my head he talked to me in a soft but forceful voice. “You’re screwed william! You have no chance to get out of this now! I will win you for an hour today and you will learn what it is like to be with a man. Now I will make a few changes to your costume and you will not make a single sound. Move the wrong way or try to get away or make a sound and I will ensure that your balls look like pancakes after I am finished with you. No more fucking around boy. Understood?”
I nodded my head up and down vigorously to let him know that I thoroughly understood and he let go of my throbbing penis.
He opened up the bag at my feet and I was able to make out a few items as he took out a coil of heavy binder twine or rope. There were bells remaining in the bag and what also looked like a dead skunk. Suddenly I felt his hands at my elbows and felt the rope against both. What the hell was he doing now? Then the roped tightened and my elbows were forced back towards each other although a long way from touching and then with all his might he gave a hefty pull and tightened my elbows in a painful position. I had let out a moan as he did this and then true to his word, he grabbed my scrotum and slapped my balls hard 3 times with the back of his hand. I thought that I was going to be sick right then and there.
“I told you boy, not a fucking sound out of you,” he hissed as he yanked on my sack. “Now I’m going to unlock the chain to your collar and I want you to get on your knees and I want you to lean forward with your forehead on the ground.”
I did as ordered once the chain was removed and found myself staring at the bag he brought especially at the black tail that had a white stripe down the middle.
“Get your legs apart boy!” He then kicked me on my right inner thigh to make his point and I stretched out as far as I could without falling over.
David then loosened the strap that ran between my ass cheeks and held the red tail in place. Once the strap was loose, he twisted and turned the tail as he slowly removed it from my anus and placed it beside the bag in front of my face.
“How do you like your new skunk tail william? We’ve never used it before as we have never had reason to but you certainly are the exception. It will be interesting to see how others react to it and how long it will take for word to spread about it. Let me show it to you as there is more than just the tail.”
At this point, David crouched down, took it out of the bag and held it in front of me. It was about 5 or 6 inches in length, made of metal and had short rounded knobs and ribbing and was tapered from small at the tip to very wide near the base where it shrunk down to a small size and then expanded to the base that would be held outside my cheeks.
“The tail doesn’t just hang down like all the others. It sticks straight out and up and will make you the laughing stock of the entire ranch because you will look like a skunk ready to spray his enemy.”
“Now, let me show you what makes this truly something to fear william.”
I didn’t like that tone of David’s but I had no idea what he was referring to. It was just a big uncomfortable dildo that I would be forced to have shoved up into me. Big deal! I felt the cool metal of the dildo as he pressed it against my right thigh but I did not see his wave to the building. Suddenly, a strong electric shock jolted me throughout my body and was painful enough that it caused me to fall onto my right side.
“Not very nice is it? I imagine that it will be even worse if that charge is set off once it’s inside you slave. The dildo contains a number of batteries and the whole thing is set off remotely… and Cheyenne holds the remote.”
David then grabbed me by the rear of my collar and roughly pulled, shoved and kicked me into the position I had been in just before. With a chuckle, he took a small plastic bottle of lubricant from the bag and squeezed its contents onto the dildo and then over my asshole. None too gently, he screwed the device into my ass and roughly reattached the leather strap from my cock ring, that held the dildo in place, back to the harness and tightened it to the max. Even though I was roughly the same size as David, he was in much better shape and proved it too me by grabbing me by the collar and pulling me to my feet. I took a quick look at his body and thought that he must be taking steroids by the gallon from the look of the size of his muscles, which were even accented further by the oil covering his body. He started to reattach the chain from the training device to my collar when a familiar voice called out.
“Take that up one link David. I want him to feel the seriousness of his situation.” Cheyenne commanded.
“Well, how’s our little skunk pony now? Do you understand what will happen to you if you so much as sneeze william?”
I looked over to my left at her and then suddenly the charge went off inside me and I thought it was going to blow my privates away. I had forgotten to keep my head down and I immediately began to nod my head vigorously making the bells ring for all they were worth. Standing there with my head bowed, I thought how wild and sexy she still looked and then realized that she had been holding the same whip that Lady Pamela had used on me. As hard as I could, I prayed that she would not use it and waited for a blow that never came. Standing there thinking about her and the whip, I started to get an erection that I could not control.
“Is that for you or me David?” I heard her say and heard a chuckle from David in reply.
“The bells should take care of that Ma’am. How many shall I put on the boy? They are a size larger than the ones he already wears and they do ring a bit louder.”
“Replace all of them with the larger ones David. Remove the ones from his ear lobes and put them on his scrotum. Oh, and before I forget, this afternoon, make sure that william is wearing the ‘Gates of Hell’. That should keep his excitement from showing.” she replied.
David then reached into the bag and I watched as he fished around the bag until and pulled out 5 shiny silver bells that were about 50% larger than the ones I had on. The relief from the removal of the bells from my ear lobes more than offset the pain from the ones added to my sack. Somehow, I controlled myself from uttering any noise when the bells were replaced on my nipples. The sudden rush of pain when the first were removed was unbelievable. I was then led to the water bottle that hung from the pole and after my bit was loosened, I was allowed to suck my fill of the warm liquid. At that point with the bit almost removed, I quietly asked David if I could take a piss somewhere. He let out a groan and turned to Cheyenne.
“The boy has requested a chance to relieve himself,” he said to her.
“The pony will have to wait as he has put me behind schedule and if he does try to piss, I will put a clamp on the head of his penis. Do him up please David.”
As he stood in front of me adjusting the bit, he softly whispered into my left ear, “Hold it in and don’t let yourself urinate or your cock will be useless for months. When she said clamp, she did not mean a small one. Just a warning.” He then moved behind me and tightened the bit gag.
“Excellent David. I will take it from here as we are a little behind in our training. We’ll see you at 11:30 for the Contest.”
With that, David left and I was unable to see where he went.
“Head up pony william and look straight ahead. You will keep it down when at rest unless told otherwise and this is an otherwise situation. I want you to walk once around the circuit and stop exactly where you are now. As you walk, keep each step to no more and no less than one second so count it out to yourself as you walk and keep track of the number of steps you take. This is just a normal walk with nothing spectacular. Are you ready pony?”
I nodded my head yes as I watched her mark out a line in the dirt with the heel of her boot.
Off I went looking straight ahead and counting out each step with the old reliable ‘One Steamboat’ method and it didn’t take long before I was back at the starting line and I stopped right in front of it.
“How many steps did you take william?”
“67,” I replied.
“That is excellent. This circuit is rated for 65 steps for a male pony of your size and you took 66 seconds. Your legwork was exactly what a Walk is supposed to be. Now we will try the same thing but you will make exactly 3 laps of the circuit and it is not necessary to keep track of your steps; however, if you take more or less than 6 steps from the rated amount, you will receive one lash with my whip. At any time, if you move your head even slightly, you will receive a jolt of electricity. Ready! Go!”
Off I went again using the Steamboat approach as before but after one lap I must have had a brain cramp and lost track of the number of steps I had taken and went into a panic thinking I lagged behind as a result. For the remainder of the circuit, I felt quite confident that I had nailed it and would be within 1 or 2 steps of the 195 steps and 198 seconds. I stopped and waited for Cheyenne to compliment me on that part of my training and looked straight ahead watching a ponygirl go by pulling a cart…then I heard the sound of a lash on it’s way but before I could react, it landed just below my ass cheeks. The pain was enormous and my head went up and around as a reaction but that only met with a jolt of electricity that had me hanging from the chain for a couple of seconds.
“You lost it there, william. The number of steps was 187 and it took you 182 seconds. Remember that next time. Just get your pace correct and it will not be necessary to try and keep track of the number of steps. Do you understand william?”
I nodded my head yes as hard as I could.
“Good. Now we will get on with the next gait, which is the ‘High Step Walk’ done only when commanded by your Trainer or Mistress. You bring your knee up to form a 90° angle with your thigh parallel to the ground. Then as you put it down, you move ahead and repeat with your other leg until told to stop. There is no time limit or step measurement for this gait.”
Thank god for that, I thought to myself. For this, she attached the rein to the left side of my bit ring and I knew that she would walk along beside me.
I raised my right leg but not high enough and I immediately got a lash across my thighs with her whip… the tip of which had found my penis and caused immediate pain.
“Higher slut! I want that thigh parallel to the ground! Keep going!”
I felt stupid walking this way but knew that for the moment, discretion was the better part of valour. We did 2 complete circuits at this gait and no further lashes were made.
“That’s better, you’re making progress william. Now, we will try the Trot. It’s merely a jogging pace with a little bounce in the step.”
From the corner of my eye, I saw her release the rein, go over to the table in the centre and exchange her whip for the lunge whip. Then I felt the pull on the rein as she set herself to follow me at a distance of about 4 or 5 feet.
“Ready! Yah pony! Get going boy…faster as if you were in a 10-mile jog. Not too fast now,” she barked out the commands continually as the lunge whip found targets on my back, my ass, my thighs and my calf’s. With all the movement, the bells that had been relatively mild in their ringing before sang out loudly as if each were being rung by Quasimodo himself.
I lost track of the number of circuits that we made; it must have been 5 or 6 at least.
“Whoa, whoa, stop pony and rest or a minute.”
Bent over, I gasped for breath as the sun beat down on me. This is impossible, I thought as the gag impeded my catching my breath and she couldn’t give a damn it seemed. Beads of sweat ran down my entire body but the worst was when it got into my eyes and I had no way to wipe the salt away in relief. God, I needed a drink of water then and I needed to relieve myself badly. I stood there with my legs tight together trying to hold it in.
“Next we will try the ‘High Step Trot’, which is just the same as the Walk. Ready pony!”
I had been concentrating so hard on holding it in that I didn’t hear her commands. The whip on my thighs woke me up, as did her barking at me. “Wake up you stupid bitch!” I jumped up erect nodding my head trying to focus on obeying her. She could see from my leg action and the squinting of my eyes that I was dying to relive myself.
“You were the one that drank all the water so you must hold it in! Now, again, we will try the ‘High Step Trot’, which is just the same as the Walk but you will only need to make 2 circuits. Ready bitch! Yah! Yah! Get moving,” she ordered and snapped the whip against my rear twice.
Again I took off as commanded, trotting around the track but keeping my legs high at the proper angle and knew that I was doing it properly as Cheyenne did not have to yell out at me or use any encouragement. As with the regular Trot, the bells sang out loudly and I was certain that the whole Ranch heard them but this time with all the bouncing around, I started to feel the sting from their weight and their bite on my body. As I came to the end of that last lap, I was out of breath and thought I could not make it much further. My head hung down as I gasped for air, trying to catch my breath and my brain tried to distract my body from the pain I was in as well as the need to relieve myself. Soon I felt the bit gag loosen and a cool water bag placed against my cheeks and when I looked up, I saw that it was Cheyenne holding the bag, which must have just been delivered to her as the one on the pole was still there. I lunged at the large nipple and started to suck feeling the cool liquid, not warm this time, and drank until I needed air.
“You were warned to go slow and yet still you take it too fast and you take too much as well.”
“Please Ma’am, I really need to go. It is not good to hold it in like this, please,” I begged her when I had my fill of drink.
“No! We’re busy and must catch up…er…wait a sec…yes, let’s see just how bad you do really have to go william. You want something so you will have to give something up for it. But, I’ll give you several options and you decide which one you want. If I allow you to piss, you must either (1) drink it or (2) elect to take 5 jolts of electricity from the dildo or (3) elect to take lashes from the small whip, five on your ass and one on your cock, or (4) choose the mystery punishment. Do you still wish to go?”
My heart sunk as she told me of the options and I almost felt like breaking down at that point but damn it, perhaps I could go another few minutes. I shook my head no as an answer to her question and without hesitation she buckled the bit gag on tight.
“Very well boy, next will be the “Gallop.” It is very simple. Just run as fast as you can with a smooth, unbroken stride. We will do 2 laps again. Ready! Go, yah! Faster you bastard! Yah!”
I broke into a trot at first and then with encouragement from Cheyenne into an all out run or gallop and it was not long before she pulled me to a stop having completed the two laps. That last drink had quenched my thirst and had cooled off my body somewhat but I still gasped for air and more than ever, had pains from trying to hold it in. At that point I knew that I would do anything for relief.
I knew that she realized my predicament and chuckled before asking me if I wished to pee. I nodded yes vigorously.
“Well then william which punishment did you decide upon? One? No? Two? No? Three? No? Well them william it appears that you want the mystery prize. Very well, just wait a second.” She walked away but I was too tired to even sneak a peak at where she was going but it seemed to be the table in the centre of the corral. and very shortly she returned with a burlap sack from which she took out a 2 quart plastic bottle.
“OK william you may start anytime,” she said as she slid the bottle over my cock.
Oh god, I thought this isn’t any good. I was hoping to be taken to a tree or a corner of a building out of everyone’s eyesight but not here. I looked at Cheyenne in desperation and hoped that my eyes pleaded for privacy.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me. Now you can’t go. Are you trying to tell me that you are too embarrassed?” she said as I hung my head to the side. “ You’re almost naked…you’re bound up and being tortured…and you have a thing shoved up your ass and your TOO FUCKING EMBARRASSED. Unreal, totally unreal…hold on, I have an idea.”
She set down the bottle and then slid the burlap bag, that she had carried it in, over my head tightening it’s drawstrings so that I could see nothing but the small rays of light that came through the bag.
I felt her hand on my cock as she guided it into the bottle, “OK, william, let’s try it again. Start peeing now!” she said in a laughing voice. Now, I hate the smell of burlap, it’s roughness that makes you want to scratch the parts of you it touches and the fact that it is hotter than hell when shoved over your head with only a blurred bit of light allowed through the cloth but it actually worked. Not being able to see must have relaxed that switch in my mind and I started to fill the bottle for all I was worth. As I was doing so, I felt Cheyenne’s finger run down the parts of my chest uncovered by straps. She was doing it very slowly and very softly and squeezed my breasts, felt my abs and ran it further down until she was at my genitals. ‘What now,’ I thought but then changed it to please don’t let me get excited, please, please.
“Well william I guess you are finished but I’ll shake it for you if you wish. There, is that how you guys do it?” she said as she grabbed the shaft and shook my cock a couple times.
Any part of my cock that hadn’t been erect was now as hard as steel as a result of the excitement I received from her finger and then from her helping me to finish the process of relieving myself. I stood there feeling excited, warm and content as hell. Suddenly, my balls exploded and I let out a scream along with a loud jingling of bells as a blow landed on the bottom of my privates. Then another and after I screamed, I was ordered to put my legs apart or receive a lash harder than Lady Pamela’s. I obeyed immediately and was just hesitantly opening my legs when another blow landed which left me hanging by the neck, crying in pain. The burlap bag was removed roughly from my head.
“Surprise! That was your mystery choice! I hope you liked it you prick!” she whispered roughly as she stood right before me holding my head up by grabbing my hair. Then she looked over and must have seen David approaching. “Damn, it’s that time already? We will have to continue your training after lunch william.”
David unchained me from the trainer and then took the cloth that Cheyenne held out to him. He grabbed me by the left arm and we started to trot off with his constant pulling on my arm and I tried to tell him that my balls were killing me and it hurt to move but my complaints fell on deaf ears. As we caught up with others here at the Ranch, I heard them laugh at my situation and especially the tail I now wore; there were whistles, catcalls, and remarks as to whether I was a skunk or not. When we reached the field of competition, I was placed on a stand about a foot off the ground beside what was the Start and Finish line for a race and told to stand up straight or I’d receive the lash from Cheyenne. Two Grooms were there beside me as David told them that I was now under their care and he handed the burlap bag to one of them. I recognized a few of the people there like Karen and Nita and Lady Pamela.
A female announcer then provided details of what was to take place. A race, with myself as the prize to be used as the winner pleased for 1 hour before lunch today but restricting the contestants to Ponies and Grooms only. It was also announced that because all sexes were eligible, each participant would be required to wear a 12-inch hobble and have their hands cuffed behind their back. All contestants were then called to the starting line to be cuffed and hobbled in the required manner.
I recognized both Karen and Kristine at the starting line and also David who was staring directly at me with a big smile on his face. God I wonder what he was thinking. There were six other ponies, both male and female, and one other trainer on the Starting Line. Then woman acting as announcer said in a bold voice “Ready? It’s one lap around the track and anything goes! On your mark! Get set! GO!”
There was a sudden scramble and I noticed that the Ponies had teamed up and tripped the both Grooms and where now hobbling off down the track as the grooms were struggling to their knees. Suddenly the burlap bag was placed over my head by one of the 2 Grooms beside me and the drawstring was made tight. I was grabbed by each arm and whisked away being made to follow in a running trot without care for me if I stumbled or not, nor were they worried about all the ringing from the bells I wore. After some time, I was brought to a halt and heard a door open and then knew from that sound and surrounding smells that we were at the barn. At the same time, I also heard cheers, yells and laughter coming from what must have been the field we just left.
Then as I was dragged sideways through the door, I heard the announcer say, ‘and the Winner is…’ and then the door slammed shut and I could hear no more.
Once the door slammed shut, one of the Grooms removed the hood from my head and gave me a minute to let my eyes adjust to the darkness of the barn before I was led to my stall. I had not met these two guys before but they were almost clones of David as they were also bodybuilders who probably used steroids to excess.
“Thanks a lot guys.” I mumbled through the gag and immediately the groom on my right side punched me hard in the gut while the other one held me by the arms as he stood behind me. The bells that I wore rang out loud and almost cloaked my scream.
“Shut the fuck up you wimp or my cock will be so far up your ass that you will be choking on it,” the groom on my right bellowed.
They dragged me to the rear of my stall. The section that was private from others, which contained a toilet, shower and bed of straw all over a rough concrete floor. Unfortunately my mouth again got the best of me and I mumbled out through the gag as we had just gotten back there, “You fucking queers! Get your hands off me.”
That seem to upset them quite a little bit and I was slammed to the floor and one of the gorillas had one knee on my neck and his other on my back. The other ape was holding down my legs.
“Jeff, unbuckle that centre strap and clear out his ass,” the one on my neck yelled, “then get that leather strap hanging on the wall!” The one named Jeff undid the strap running between my ass cheeks and roughly twisted out the wired dildo. “Holly crap, look at this thing Rick! And he called us queers…ya, right.” Then I could see him get to the wall and take down a heavy leather strap and come back to me and wind up with all his might a blow that I knew was directed at my ass. I screamed for all I was worth as he laid into me with that strap 3 more times and if my ass wasn’t bleeding, it was marked like hell. All I could think about was the pain and that I would get revenge on these 2 weirdo’s at some time even if they were bigger than I.
“Ya, that’s good Jeff. We had better get going as we have steaks to cook for lunch. Take off his boots and I’ll get the rest of the harness off him. I guess we should hang it all up to dry because he sweats like a pig wearing a skunks tail.” They seemed to get a big laugh from that as they removed all the leather from me. In its place, they locked a heavy metal collar on my neck, which was attached to a heavy chain about 20 feet in length. At this point, the one named Rick pulled me to my feet by my hair and told Jeff to get my lunch ready.
“You can take a piss if you have to and don’t even think of trying anything or I will hang you by your toes and leave you here,” Rick said and handed me a bottle of water which had that damn nipple on it.
I took a drink and found it cool and refreshing even though I felt stupid sucking on the nipple. Then, the cold water did kick into my system and I did want to relieve myself. I shook off his hold of my hair and stood over the toilet and peed. It felt so good and I had to say it but it was the best thing my body had felt in the last 10 minutes.
As soon as I had shaken off the last drop, Jeff told me to drop to my hands and knees and crawl to him, which I immediately did. Then he placed a bowl of water and a bowl of oatmeal with sliced apples in it, right in front of me. “There’s your lunch! Eat it! You have 5 minutes. Do not touch either bowl with your hands and no, there are no utensils. You are a pony! Lap it up and if any food or water is left, my cock goes in your mouth.”
I didn’t know what to do and then thought ‘What the hell’ and just stuck my face in it and ate. The oatmeal and apple actually hit the spot and lapping up the water settled it nicely in my stomach. Surprisingly, I felt content at that point. Funny what a little bit of food will do and I had finished with time to spare.
“You are a poor excuse for a man, william. You let women ride all over you and you eat like a pig with all that food all over your face. Stand up quickly!” Rick commanded and then pushed me into the shower. “Wash yourself off. You have 1 minute.” And a blast of cold water hit me. It was fantastic after being in the hot sun and sweating like a dog to let that cold water remove the pains of the day. Speaking of pains, the water did sting as I washed off my backside and when I found a bar of soap to use, it stung even more but I smelled like a rose after a quick minute in the shower. Rick turned it off and threw a chamois at me and indicated that I dry off quickly. As I was drying, he led me to the straw bed portion of the stall and I thought that I was to lie down and await the winner but he pulled me up as I bent to go down.
“Not this time boy. Stand still and don’t move or make a sound,” Rick said and then quickly threw the burlap bag over my head pulling the drawstrings extra tight to prove to me who was in charge. Then I felt hands, Rick and Jeff’s I assumed, binding each one of my arms at the wrist and then each leg at the ankles. My legs were pulled wide apart with the rope bound to a ring on the wall. Then my arms were also pulled apart but this time extra effort was put into the task no doubt as an order from Lady Pamela.
‘Great, now David will have his way and then some with me,’ I thought and I was certain of it when I heard Rick yell out, “Hey! You won just like you said you would. Great! And the wimp is all laid out waiting for your pleasure. See you later.”
‘Damn it,’ I thought. ‘Now I’m in for it and strung out like this, I wonder what will be first. God I hope he doesn’t work my balls over… please…please…please.’
I could hear the sound of his steps approaching and then all was quiet. ‘What was going on,’ on I thought.
“Come on asshole! Get it over with! I’ve had enough of you,” I yelled out into the burlap sack. My balls were aching just knowing he would take a hard kick at them to start the hour off.
Suddenly a soft but firm hand squeezed my cock and another played with my balls. Then teeth were on my left nipple biting it gently and then at the same time there was a mouth sucking my right nipple. ‘What the fuck was going on,’ I thought. “Ah come on, who is it this time?”
“Relax william, we won the race and we’re here to collect our prize,” a voice I knew said. Then I could feel hands at the drawstrings of the burlap hood, which was quickly removed to reveal my part time lover, Karen. Naked except for a loincloth hiding her cracks front and rear but not doing a very good job to tell you the truth. I took in the other woman and liked what I saw. She was beautiful with red hair, full breasts and a not too shabby body…well filled out and well proportioned.
“William, I would like you to meet Marilyn, also known as Red or Big Red. We finished the race together so you were awarded to both of us to be used for our pleasure,” Karen said as Red walked around me checking out the merchandise.
“He has a couple of welts and blood marks which we must attend to Karen.” Marilyn said and then walked to a cabinet and took out a tin of salve. It was then that I noticed that she was indeed a true “Redhead” and she looked as sexy as hell and the best part was that she knew it. Both the girls then gently rubbed salve over my wounds as they reminded me to just obey all that was commanded. But that isn’t in my nature and I’ll be damned if I will ever give in to the likes of David or Cheyenne. Oh, I may do it for a second but I will not be broken.
“Hey, why don’t you ladies untie me so that I can rest up for this afternoon.” I said to Karen.
“Oh now william, we won the race today and we intend to collect our winnings so I’d suggest that you just relax and go along with this.” Karen whispered to me as she looked at me with those devilish eyes of hers. “Red, untie that rope on the wall and I’ll do this one. Then we can have him stretched out on his back … but be careful that he doesn’t try and free himself.”
At the same time, they both took down the ropes that had my arms overhead and then they ordered me to sit so that I could then lie down on my back. I did try and shake the rope from Marilyn to see if I could get free but she had a good hold of it and jerked it so hard I wasn’t expecting it and thought my arm would be pulled out of its socket. That earned me a kick on each hip from them before they tied me off spread-eagled. I watched as they stood close together at my feet and tried to listen to them as they whispered and laughed but I was not able to hear them. Then, to my amazement, they moved into each other and began to kiss each other and moan passionately as they rubbed each other’s ass cheeks then they pulled themselves together as one. ‘Well this was certainly a turn on,’ I thought which immediately caused an erection both girls noticed. They then broke apart and as they stood over me and looked at each other as Karen straddled my waist, Marilyn straddled my face. Then simultaneously, they lowered themselves on to me.
All I could see was Marilyn’s ass right up against my face and as she wiggled it, I knew that she was trying to suffocate me and I started to moan and tried to shake my head free. It seemed that the more I resisted, the more weight she put on my face so I quickly stopped. I then felt a hand on my cock guiding it into that wonderful hot and wet pleasure hole of Karen’s and she started to ride me slowly and at first giving off moans of bliss. At this time, Marilyn raised her ass a bit and as she held her cheeks apart, said, “Get your tongue on my hole boy! Stick it into my asshole now!”
There was no fucking way that I was about to do that and tried again to shake my way out from under her moaning and telling her where to go. She immediately put all her weight on my face again, grabbed both my nipples and started to pull and tug on them every which way, yelling out, “Do it boy! Do it now!”
I couldn’t take that pain for long and immediately obeyed with my tongue. First I rimmed her hole and then I stabbed into it a few times trying not to be in for too long. While I was doing that, Karen started to ride me even faster and when her moans became louder, they were suddenly muffled and I knew that they were kissing each other again.
“Please me boy!” Marilynn said as she moved her hips up and back to give me access to her cunt. She was on fire and her juices were flowing as my tongue attacked her clit seeking out that special spot. This caused her to moan as well and it wasn’t long before I knew they were at it again, attacking each other with open mouths and wild tongues. This seemed to go on forever and I was amazed that I had lasted as long as I had when suddenly the moans turned to shrieks and gasps of pleasure and I knew that they had simultaneous orgasms, which seemed impossible. Then suddenly they were off me and were washing themselves off at the sink.
“Ah, come on ladies. Don’t leave me like this. Please come back and finish me off. Please, please…” I begged them trying to keep it light.
“Sorry boy but we weren’t here to please you. We won the race and claimed our prize and that’s it.” Marilyn replied.
‘No, no.’ I screamed to myself, as I hated not having an organism and the pain in my balls that it sometimes left. ‘And what was with my lasting so long?’ I wondered, as I was usually, no almost always the one to come first. I wondered if they were putting something in the water to make me last and keep me erect. Both the girls were back with clothes and wiped off all traces and smells of the pleasures that had been left on me. They then returned me to the standing position with my arms above my head but they were kind enough to literally cut me some slack so that I didn’t feel as if I were being pulled apart.
Karen then came up to me and kissed me on the lips and whispered aloud, “Thanks william. That was great.” Then she slipped the burlap bag over my head and tightened the drawstrings. Hands again were running over my body and thanking me for the pleasure and telling me that we would see each other later that day. Then all was still except for voices of mirth and laughter, the jingling of bells, the yells and rushing of lateness and the commands of the trainers and grooms.
I heard footsteps approach and then the voice of Cheyenne baked out, “Wait a sec David. There has been a change of plans. Lady Pamela wants this put on him instead.” This brought out a chuckle from David.
“Really? Does she want the tube used as well? This is great.” David replied as I was only catching part of the conversation now as my mind started to think all kinds of things about what they must be referring to.
There was more movement about and shortly David removed my head covering which allowed me to breath freely and smell fresh air. He had gathered all of my pony costume and set it out on a bale of hay nearby. Then, as I hung there loosely spread out, he removed the metal collar and replaced it with my leather pony one, which he buckled on so tight that I had to gasp for air. I knew that he must have been upset about not winning the race so I thought it best to say nothing at this point and just obey him. He then attached the chain from the metal collar to the leather one and then untied both wrists and ankles.
As I stood there rubbing the circulation back into my limbs, he told me to put on my outfit and to be quick about it. As I was putting that last strap between my legs, he told me not to bother and roughly shoved me to the bale of hay where he locked my wrists to the belt I wore. He then put on the head harness with the red plume and large bit for my mouth, which was also buckled on tight. The bells were also replaced to the same positions as before and seemed to cause more pain than earlier that day.
“Now for my favourite parts, william.” He said as he pushed me to my knees and had me lie over that scratchy straw or hay or whatever it was. “Spread your legs apart boy!” he commanded and I knew what was to come next. Fortunately, he either erred or was in a good mood as he used an excess of lubricant to reinsert the skunk tail dildo into me. After buckling off the strap holding it in place he pulled me to my feet by grabbing my hair. He then retrieved a metal device from the counter and held it up to me and chuckled when he saw the fear in my eyes.
“Lady Pamela has requested you wear this william as she thinks this will put a stop to those uncontrolled erections that you have, but we’ll see. Now if I were you boy, I would not fight me on this as it could mean damage to yourself and besides, I have the remote control for your dildo which if you force me to use it, I will give you a dozen bursts of electricity and not a mere one or two. Do you understand?” he asked.
I nodded that I did and again looked over this new device. It was stainless steel cock cage consisting of 4 rings welded together about 3” in length and an inch and a half wide with a cock ring and lock as well but also the scary part was a stainless steel catheter tube or sound tube he later called it, that was attached to the head of the device ran almost the length of the cage right down the middle. The first thing he did was to put the cock ring on at the base of my cock and balls which already had a cock ring from my harness but this did not stop the addition of this new one as he roughly pulled and pushed it into place. Then he ran a lubricant over the tube the device contained as well as over the head of my penis and down the hole. ‘This thing is scary,’ I thought as he took hold of my now soft cock and put it into the cage with the catheter tube entering my pee hole. He had to shove it all in and then locked it to the ring at the base of my balls and penis which pinched and caused me to moan but that was all the pain I was willing to show. ‘God I hope I don’t get a hard-on,’ I thought as I looked down at it, because it would be more than painful.
“Let’s see. Knee pads, water bottle, blindfold, ah yes, and the remote. I think we have it all now. OK, boy, it’s time for your afternoon training so fall in behind me and we will jog out to the track. If you lag behind, william, I will not hesitate to use the remote.”
As I ran behind my Trainer, I realized that the boots I wore did not seem as uncomfortable as they had in the morning and wondered if I had become a little sissy. I also wondered why David had not tried to hit on me when he prepped me after lunch. Was he told to back off or was he just content from eating a hearty lunch? My stomach then seemed to growl from the small level of sustenance that I had been given.
We ran to the same area where the race had taken place before lunch and waiting for us in a partially fenced off area referred to as the paddock, was Cheyenne and beside her was a pony cart. It looked like an uncovered rickshaw that had leather seating.
“Bring him over here please David and hook him up. Do you have the remote? Well william how do you like wearing the ‘Impaler Cage’ on your cock? That should put an end to your erections don’t you think?”
Quickly, I nodded in agreement as David took me to the cart and had me stand between the 2 shafts of it, facing away from the driver’s seat, which was now about 4 feet behind me. He bent down and lifting the shafts, told me to hold each one with my hand that was locked to my belt. On each shaft was a locking snap that he attached to a ring on my wrist cuff. I then stood there as a pony, looking straight ahead, holding the cart and ready to be commanded. I could hear someone behind me and then I felt a change in weight to the cart that I held and with that change, it was just natural for me to look behind me to see what was going on. I found myself looking directly into the eyes of Cheyenne as she looked directly into my eyes. Her eyes seemed to smile for a second and then she shook her head to break the contact that seemed to have been an eternity.
“Now william, have you forgotten all of this morning’s lessons especially the about keeping your head looking straight in front of you?” Cheyenne yelled out.
Immediately the muscles in my ass tightly enclosed the plug that it contained as I closed my eyes and awaited the bolt of electricity that it would bring me to my knees. “Sorry Ma’am,” I mumbled through the oversized bit in my mouth.
“I’ll let it go this time william but that will be the last time,” she said in an usually soft voice. “David, hook up the reins to our little stallion here and then get me that heavy whip. It’s time to break in this fucking pony.”
As I stood there staring straight ahead, I saw and heard David move about me. First, he snapped a rein onto the left ring at my bit and then he did the same to my right side. Then deliberately, he walked in front of me so that I could see the whip that Cheyenne had called for. It was a woven, oiled leather whip that made me cringe when I saw it. I thought to myself that I must obey or give the appearance of obeying so as to not be on the receiving end of that thing.
“You may find that he does not react well to the rein yet Cheyenne,” I heard David state, “you’ll probably have to instruct him in it’s use as I had some difficulty.”
“If he doesn’t learn quickly David, his ass will be more than just red.” she stated, as she pulled back hard on the reins. “Now listen to me william, you will follow my verbal commands and those I give you on the reins. Do you understand bitch?”
I nodded my head vigorously.
“Well then, we had better get going.” Cheyenne said. And then I must have had another brain cramp as I understood her remark to be an order and started to walk off pulling the cart. Suddenly she screamed and my head snapped back as the reins were pulled back hard.
“You fucking dumb cock! You ran over my leg when I fell. Stand still and don’t move. Damn that hurts.” She yelled out at me.
“Are you OK Cheyenne? What the fuck happened?” David asked.
“This stupid ass started to move on a comment and not a command. Here, hold the reins for me David as I give a reminder of who is the boss.”
I heard her come near and closed my eyes tight knowing that I was in trouble and thinking that it would help. Two hard lashes hit my back within seconds of each other, which caused me to moan, but my moans were covered by Cheyenne’s screams as she hit me each time. My knees had started to buckle from the force of those lashings and I knew that I must have hurt her more than I thought. She returned to the cart seat and from the weight added to the poles I held, I knew that she was now seated.
“Pony, are you ready to proceed? Do you remember the gaits that were taught this morning?” she asked.
After nodding vigorously to both questions, there was a slap of the reins on my shoulders. “At the Walk…Yah! Get going boy!” she commanded. Off I went straight ahead, pulling the cart with Cheyenne seated upon it. For the initial period, she had me walk around the inside of the paddock getting me accustomed to the reins and accustomed to her commands. Unfortunately accustomed meant yanking my head roughly with the reins as she yelled out at me. I suppose that once she felt comfortable with me pulling the cart, she led me out onto the track and began to walk the first portion in a counter clockwise direction. As we rounded our first turn, I could see that there was a designated ‘Finish Line’ ahead as well as an umbrella covered viewing stand. After taking a few more steps, I noticed that Lady Pamela and two other women occupied the viewing stand.
“You should be honoured william. It looks like Lady Pamela has come out to watch you and she brought a few friends with her. Let’s put on a show so don’t screw up asshole,” she stated as she slapped my back with the whip. “High step walk, now! Yah!” she commanded as her whip landed on my right ass cheek.
I changed my step to that commanded and walked straight ahead until the right rein yanked my head aside and I turned in that direction. Then both reins yanked my head back with the result that we stopped directly in front of the viewing stand looking straight at the Ladies. ‘Oh crap,’ I said to myself. I was looking not only at Lady Pamela but Peggy and Catherine, rather Mistresses Peggy and Catherine as well. I had met the two guests before at my Owner’s first party and had not forgotten either. Mistress Peggy was a lawyer and had almost single-handed created a secret society based on female power that all these ladies were probably part of. She also wielded a mean whip as I found out at that time. Mistress Catherine was an anchor for a TV cable channel and it appeared that she hated all things male. I chuckled to myself when I thought that she would probably please the other two ladies tonight and smiled as I did so. As I did this, I saw her looking right at me and from the mean look on her face thought that she had just read my mind.
Cheyenne had dismounted and came up to stand ahead of me to talk to the Ladies. “Good afternoon everyone, I hope you are well and enjoying your visit,” she stated.
“We are, thanks Cheyenne. How does this pony react to the reins and saddle?” Lady Pamela asked.
“He has not had the saddle on as yet and he is still uncomfortable with the reins but he will learn and in a few minutes we will break him in on the saddle which should be interesting and I hope you stay to watch,” Cheyenne replied.
“Yes we had planned to. Let’s try him with the blindfold on first then take him around the track in High Step Trot so that we can hear how well he rings his bells. Do this until the last turn and then put him into Gallop and bring him past us in hard mode and I mean hard. Also Cheyenne, there has been a change of plans as we now have guests this evening. This pony will not be available for others but will provide entertainment for my guests and myself only. When you go back to add the blindfold, please tell David that he will be part of the entertainment tonight, he will know what that means, and also tell him that Nita is to be there as well as her own knotty self.”
“Yes Ma’am,” Cheyenne replied and then turned around and as she did so, our eyes locked and I noticed that she was biting her lower lip.
My heart started to sink when I saw that and thought about what David and Nita were to do that night and what the hell did ‘bring him past us in hard mode’ mean? Cheyenne then took her seat in the cart, pulled hard on my right rein and slapping the whip on my left ass cheek gave me the verbal command to move out. I was eventually led back to the paddock area that we had started from and made to halt. Cheyenne then dismounted and went over to David.
“David, please put the blinders on the pony. Oh, Mistress has requested your attendance at a special event tonight and you would know what it means as you will be part of the entertainment along with william and Nita. And you are to tell Nita that her services are required as well.”
David just smiled and then after locating the blindfold, walked over to me.
“Things are looking up boy. They just get better and better,” he said as he started to put the cup potion of the blindfold over each eye. Then as he pulled it tight to buckle it on, he also said, “I told you that I would have you william. You’re going to love it.
“Now remember with the blinders on, the trick is to remain calm and follow the lead from the reins. Do not panic. Got that?” he asked.
I mumbled through the bit that I understood and thanked him.
“Shall I give him some water first Cheyenne?
“No, he will have to wait until this is over or we will be back to the same thing as this morning. But I think I’ll switch to the snakewhip because we have been told to put on a good show for the ladies. If you could grab it for me David, I’d be grateful. Are you going to stay and watch this show?”
“Sorry no, but have fun. I have to find Nita and get things set up. See you later.”
I felt the change in the cart weight as Cheyenne got on again and then I felt the pull on the reins and heard her commands as we started off again. It took a few hard head tugs from the rains and a few hard lashes on my back as I was introduced to the ‘snakewhip’ which didn’t seem heavy but it really stung as if a few bees were attacking me at once. When we finally made it to the track, Cheyenne lined me up in the correct direction and had me stop.
“Now pony, High Step Trot…yah!”
I felt the slap of the reins and the sting of the whip on my back, which caused me to cry out in pain, but nothing more happened as I started out on the trot. After a few rein tugs things seemed to be going smoothly and I found that by closing my eyes tight, even though I was blindfolded, I had more confidence in what I was doing and did not think about falling. Lady Pamela must be pleased I thought because the noise from my bells were louder than normal and this trot caused considerable pain on my breasts and balls.
“Yah, yah, pony! We’re almost there. Get ready pony!”
‘Get ready…for what,’ I wondered what the hell she was talking about as I tried to concentrate on my step.
“Change of gait coming up. Now Gallop pony! Yah! I said Gallop…faster pony…faster!” she yelled at me as series of hard lashes hit my back.
She kept yelling at me to go faster and faster as the lashes fell harder and harder on my back causing me to let out what seemed to be one continuous scream. I heard laughter, screams of delight and applause as we went by the viewing stand. The reins snapped my head back and I was told to change my gait to a regular walk and then I was taken back to the paddock. The sweat from that gallop was in my eyes causing them to sting and I noticed that the leather smelled a bit different probably as a result from sweating as well. With that hot sun on my oiled body, I must have looked as if I had just gotten out of the pool.
“Take off his blindfold please Jeff and saddle him up. We must get back to the viewing stand quickly,” Cheyenne stated.
“Shall I give him a drink as well Cheyenne? He looks a little beat.”
“A couple of sips only, we must hurry.”
I kept my eyes shut when the blindfold was removed and opened them slowly so as to not be blinded by the light. That was when I looked at the groom who happened to be one of the two queers that had taken me to the barn after the morning race. He also unbuckled the bit and allowed me to suck back a few sips of cool water before putting it back on as tight as before. My arms were then freed from my belt and the cart’s poles and I was finally able to rub them and move them around somewhat to restore felling in them and my shoulders. As I was doing this, Jeff grabbed a ring on my collar and pulled me to a side of the paddock where a saddle hung over the fence. First however, he put a glove like devices on each hand, which were like horse hoofs with metal shoes attached with my palms resting on top of the hoofs it seemed. The glove had a cuff at the wrist, which was tightened and locked. Jake then took down the saddle as I stood there trying to take everything in but feeling more as if I was in a daze.
The saddle was similar to that worn by a horse but was also like a backpack in that it had straps that I had to put my arms through. These straps were attached near the neck so that I could not remove or shake off the saddle which would be impossible as a strap was also attached at my waist which the Groom made extremely tight to ensure that side slippage did not occur. Stirrups hung from each side of the saddle. Next, kneepads were place on each leg as well as heavy metal cuffs locked very tight on each thigh. A 12-inch chain was attached between the thigh cuffs. The worse part came when a heavy chain was attached at the collar to the middle of the chain between my thigh cuffs. It was not very long and forced me to bend over so that my upper body seemed to be parallel to the ground. Two short reins were then attached, one to each bit ring.
“Great, he’s ready! Thanks Jeff, I owe you one,” I heard Cheyenne say as she grabbed me by a collar ring. “Come on boy, we going to jog out to the ladies.” Off we went and I must admit that running in a bent over position is no fun at all. As I turned my head sideways, I noticed that Cheyenne had traded the whip for a crop, which thankfully was not being used on me as we ran.
When we arrived at the viewing stand, I was forced to my knees to await the rider who would be Cheyenne.
“How has this male pig reacted to the ‘Impaler Cage,’ Cheyenne?” one of the ladies said.
“It has been great. His cock has just hung there and it seems to have taken the fight out of him so far but he has yet to be broken on the saddle so we will soon find out. To be fair, would one of you ladies like to hold the remote?”
“Yes, I would love to take it, thanks,” Mistress Catherine said.
Cheyenne then mounted the saddle and I let out a grunt when her full weight was on my back. By looking down and back, I saw her put each booted foot into a stirrup and then she kicked both back onto my thighs and at the same time landed a blow from her crop on my right ass cheek. This got me to move ahead slowly as she pulled on the reins to indicate the direction in which I was to go but she kept hitting my thighs with her boot heels and crop.
Then, my ass shot up into the air as a bolt of electricity hit my ass. I knew that I almost threw Cheyenne off as I she grabbed the reins and pulled tight just as another bolt hit and I tried to get up by rising up on my knees. Then another, and another as I screamed and bucked and finally knocked Cheyenne off the saddle. While I was receiving those jolts of pain, I could see a picture in my mind of a smiling Catherine pushing the button on the remote over and over again. There had been hooting and hollering from all the ladies as this was taking place. Then, all went quiet as Cheyenne got up and brushed herself off.
“Sorry Ma’am,” she chuckled, “but you can see that this stallion is not too comfortable in the saddle as yet.
“Well that should make for an interesting day tomorrow then,” Lady Pamela said. “I know that I want to ride him tomorrow and hopefully I can talk these two fine ladies into trying him as well but tomorrow the ‘star spurs’ will be used to break him in. Take him back to the paddock please Cheyenne and have the Grooms prepare him thoroughly for tonight. Now ladies let’s go back inside where it’s cooler and we will have a drink. Thanks Cheyenne.”
Cheyenne grabbed me by the collar and led me off to the Grooms. On the way she whispered, “Twice you threw me off today william. I should be mad but I’m not. Actually I’m sorry for you as you are not going to like what will happen later.”
“What does that mean Cheyenne?” I mumbled through my gag but she said nothing in reply and just jerked my collar to signify that I should shut up.
At the paddock, Jeff was waiting for me with another Groom and they both started to remove the chains I wore as well as the saddle and I prayed they would also remove the butt plug and the ‘Impaler’ but such was not to be. Then when I was free of the chains, the two gorillas each grabbed an upper arm, told me not to say a word and started to trot me back to the barn.
Cheyenne yelled out after them a reminder from Lady Pamela that I was to be prepared thoroughly.
After a few feet, I strained to look back at Cheyenne who was also looking directly at me, again biting her lower lip, and she shrugged her shoulders as if to imply her helplessness.
‘Fuck, I’m doomed,’ I thought
Finally, I was alone and all the instruments of bondage had been removed from my body with the exception of leather suspension cuffs that I wore on each wrist, heavy leather cuffs on each ankle and a heavy cock ring locked to the base of my shaft. I stood there with arms and legs lightly outstretched with each cuff bound to an individual cable.
After the training session ended, the 2 grooms had taken me to my stable and had finally removed ‘The Impaler’ and the butt plug skunk tail from me as well as all the ponyplay leathers. I was told to shower and rest as they snapped the metal collar around my neck and then left. After drinking a quart of cool water, relieving myself, showering, and then attending to my wounds, I lied down and fell into a relaxing deep sleep. A blow from the Groom’s boot kicked me awake and I was told to prepare for that evening’s activities. First I was given the same sustenance as at lunch, which was oatmeal with cut raw apples in it and again I was not allowed to use my hands. I had to kneel and lower my head into the bowl to take it in. Once I was finished, the 2 grooms cleaned me off both inside and out and I found the first to be a bit embarrassing as they laughed and joked about my predicament. Once I had dried off from the shower they put me through, I was oiled down again, which pleased these two assholes as they both took turns oiling down my cock. When I saw myself in a mirror I thought how great I looked and forced myself with everything that I had not to get an erection for fear of what they may do to me. Then a heavy cock ring with attached battery pack was locked on and I knew that I would be in serious trouble that night. The heavy cuffs were attached and then the burlap bag was put over my head with the drawstrings pulled tight and secured. I felt a hand on each arm and was led off or rather pulled off into the unknown.
This is where I found myself. I was secured by cable, the sack removed from my head and the 2 ‘steroid twins’ walking away without saying a word. This was amazing as nothing covered my eyes, no gag was attached to impede my voice and no bells rang from anywhere on my body. As I looked around, I noticed that I stood on a raised platform albeit only 4 or 5 inches above the floor level and knew that this was to be the stage for this evening. The cables to my cuffs ran from two large steel structures on either side of the platform and consisted of various motors and winches, which the grooms had activated to get me into this mild, spread eagled position. These structures were at least 10 feet tall and appeared to be on a track that moved about 4 feet. They were connected together at the top by another beam like structure that also held winches and cables it seemed. This was an amazingly large room I thought and must have set back the budget by a few dollars. I looked around the room and thought that I must be in the basement of Lady Pamela’s home but I was unsure and I guess that was the reason for the hood I had worn. There were sofas and comfortable chairs in front of the platform, which I thought would be for the ladies to watch the chosen entertainment for this evening. Behind me were a few benches and cabinets and a wall full of rope, chain and various whips. The more I took in of my surroundings, the more upset and angered I became as I had not come out here to be someone’s entertainment but rather to enjoy myself in a new experience. Damn, I was pissed after awhile.
It was not long before I heard movement and watched as Nita and David appeared and walked up to me. Both wore black leather clothing or wisps of clothing and as soon as I saw them, I started to get a fucking hard-on. Nita was dressed in boots, sheer black thigh high nylons, gloves that covered all her forearm and a tight corset that held and pushed up her fantastic breasts and hid nothing. David hid even less as he wore sandals and a black leather loin cloth that only had enough material to cover his privates when in a relaxed state and I noticed that the closer he got, the less ‘relaxed’ he became. As Nita was inches away from me, she smiled, looked back at David and like a dummy I followed her lead and then hit me in the area above my cock with her fist the force of which would put many men to shame.
After moaning and almost vomiting from that unexpected blow, I recovered my composure as best I could and through gritted teeth said, “You fucking bitch, is that the best you got? I’ll get you for that bitch if it’s the last thing I do.”
David caught her arm as she was about to send another blow my way and looking at me as he walked by just let out a soft chuckle as if to say, ‘I told you that you would be mine.’ Both then moved to the rear of the platform and stood there in discussion as we all waited for the Ladies to arrive.
We did not have to wait too long for the ladies to arrive. They came from the same general area as Nita and David did and were led by Lady Pamela.
“I think you will enjoy the little bit of bizarre entertainment that I’ve arrange for tonight. I hope you don’t have anything against a little male punishment?” she said which drew a round of laughter from her guests. I noticed that Mistresses Peggy and Catherine followed along behind as well as another woman whom I had not seen before. This last lady was African-American and stood well above the others and from the way she carried herself, she was slim but very muscular. All the ladies wore similar outfits; extremely short black leather mini skirts, heels, and a white short sleeve blouse and you could tell easily that they were braless. ‘Panty-less as well?’ I wondered.
“I had this room built last fall and spent the winter adding the equipment which mainly consists of my two magic towers. My ‘Towers of Power’ as I refer to them were designed with the help of an engineering friend and are capable of doing wonderful things. Here let me show you an example of what I mean.” Pamela then took what must be a remote for the unit and after pressing a few buttons, activated the cable to my left arm and my body was then pulled in that direction. As I stumbled trying to maintain my balance, I felt my arms tighten and fearing that they would be ripped from their sockets, I yelled out, “Stop it you fucking bitch; stop it!”
The room went quiet and everyone looked at Lady Pamela to see what her reaction would be.
“Our boy shows no respect whatsoever. Would anyone like to teach him some?” Pamela sneered as she glared at me.
Before anyone had a chance to even open his or her mouth, that black beauty spoke up. “I will, if that’s acceptable to the rest of you?” she said defiantly.
“Very well Sonia, he’s all yours.”
Quickly the black woman strode up to me and stood so close that I could feel her breasts hard against mine. We stood there eye to eye waiting for the other to blink and I realized that she was not quite my height as the cables had spread me out. She grabbed me by the hair with her left hand and with her right hand, took hold of my cock and squeezed and yanked on it as hard as she could. Pulling my head back, she put her face right up to mine, looking for fear that I did not show, and said, “I am Goddess Sonia and I am going to teach you a few manners. You think your tough william? Well you are going to be broken before this weekend is over.”
“Fuck you bitch!” I said and started to struggle in my bonds but was unable to do anything so I made the unfortunate mistake of spitting in her face. “You don’t scare me you fucking cunt and I’ve had enough of this horse-shit. Now get me out of here!”
She released her right hand from my cock, wiped my spittle away and then raised that hand to her left shoulder and struck me hard across the face with the backside of it. I just glared at her to show her that she was not going to get the best of me. Our faces came in front of each other and she whispered to me, “You will pay for that boy. No male spits on Goddess Sonia!”
I whispered back to her, “Why don’t you go back to your friends? Perhaps that queer Catherine will please you?” That uncontrolled tongue of mine brought her right hand across my face for several more blows and I could feel a drip of blood running from the corner of my lips and I could taste it when I licked them.
As she turned and left, Sonia said to her friends, “I see what you mean about his defiance. Brianna had not mentioned that to me before. I would like him for a few hours tomorrow if that is possible as I’m certain I could change him easily.”
“Right after tomorrow morning’s training session Sonia. Then he’s all yours.” Pamela stated. “Shall we take our seats and get on with tonight’s entertainment, but first…” she took the remote control and started to press and release buttons.
At first I found myself with my limbs almost free of the cables but in a very short period of time, they were winched tight until I found myself spread out so hard that I thought I would be pulled apart in quarters. “Watch this!” Lady Pamela said and I was raised up by my arms as the cables on my ankles slackened slightly until I found myself suspended a foot off the floor. “Now lets try the other remote, shall we? I just love these gadgets.” She said.
“Hold on a second Pam,” Sonia said, “I’ve always found that if you bring a boy to orgasm immediately that he will find much less pleasure in his pain and I would suggest we try this with william here. Perhaps it will break him.”
“Great idea. Nita why don’t you take care of this but first put a condom on him so that he doesn’t mess up my new floor.”
Other than a few small moans, no sound escaped my lips as I watched and heard the bitches discuss their plans for me.
Nita was first on the scene as she yanked hard on my penis and as she started to work her magic with a controlled hand job and a hot body rubbing into mine, I found myself unable to control an erection that quickly found itself cloaked in rubber. A great smile on Nita’s face was all I could see as she yanked trying to bring me to orgasm.
“Bitch! Why don’t you show the ladies what a great blow job you give just like at my place?” I hissed at her and looked up and saw Sonia standing right beside us.
“Let me help you Nita. I know how to get this scum to cum immediately.” Sonia said as she took Nita by the arm and whispered into her ear, which caused a chuckle from Nita.
As Nita turned and went to the area behind where I hung spread-eagled, Sonia came to me and grabbed my hair hard and tight causing me to look directly at her as I had tried to follow Nita’s movements. “Now boy, you will cum on my command. You will obey me william. You will not be able to control your cock from cumming.” Sonia said loud enough for all to hear.
“Fuck you bitch!” I replied as loud as she had.
She was about to slap at me again but Nita had returned as I could hear her chuckling behind me as Sonia noticed her. “Ah, great! Ready Nita? Screw it in and fuck the bastard.” Sonia said.
I felt hands on my ass spreading my cheeks and then metal invading the orifice further and further until finally it moved in and out. I screamed through gritted teeth, which caused cheers and laughter from the audience. As Nita rammed the metal into me, she also took hold of my cock and started a hard hand job routine. Then that black bitch got into the act and had control of my right nipple as she sucked on it and pulled on my left nipple with her right hand. The more I squirmed and screamed from my predicament, the more pleasure I felt and the more excited I got. Sonia then moved her head to my right ear and whispered, “It is time william!”
“Now william, you will come on my command,” she yelled out as Nita continued her strokes even more forcefully. “I will countdown for 10 and at 1, you will let yourself go for all that you are worth. Do you understand william?”
I struggled and shook my head ‘NO’ as I had no intention of having her control me. There was no way I was going to prove her right. She chuckled to the others and started her countdown which I did not hear at first but realized it when she got to 7 and then noticed that her voice grew louder with each lower number. I fought the device in my ass and the hard hand of Nita on my cock but only seemed to get more excited as I did so. The countdown seemed to be in slow motion as I locked eyes with the Goddess in front of me. They seemed hypnotic.
“2, 1… NOW william!” Sonia commanded.
It was unbelievable. I could not control myself as I let out a yell and it felt as if I was filling that condom with gallons. ‘Damn it, damn it,’ I yelled out to no one. I was pissed off that I had not been able to control myself. That had never happened before and I had always lasted for as long as I wanted to. On command from Sonia, Nita released her hold of me once I was completely milked dry and pulled the condom off. I hung there ready to be set free and to be on my way…but that was not to be and I was to find out shortly that Sonia was exactly correct about her knowledge of men.
“There he hangs Ladies.” Sonia said as she turned to the others. “The mighty male. This is usually when he turns over and falls asleep not caring of our needs and I’m certain that we have all been there. Correct? Well I think you’ll find that william will be unable to feel any pleasure for the remainder of his stay here. By this time tomorrow he will be broken.”
“Excellent. Thank you Sonia.” Pamela stated and I lifted my head just in time to see her give a remote to Catherine. “I think you deserve this tonight dear. Let’s see if Sonia’s theory is correct.”
Suddenly I was bouncing in the air as shock after shock hit my cock and balls from the cock ring that had been locked on me. As I was pounded in my restraints I heard the laughter and the ‘ooh and aah’ comments from the ladies along with what seemed to be a continuous shout of “Give him another.” Finally, it stopped and I hung there exhausted from the struggling and from the pain and I knew that I must have been screaming like a banshee as that was all I heard. Sonia was correct. There was no pleasure in pain after having been brought to orgasm.
“Well william, was that as good for you as it was for all of us?” Pamela asked as chuckles broke out from the ladies and also the 2 standing somewhere behind me. “No, would you like some more?” With my head hung down, I shook it slowly to indicate that I wanted no more of that game.
“Oh dear, william seems to be having some difficulty. Well william I chose you to entertain us tonight but I’m a sporting woman and I think you deserve a chance to get out of this predicament that you find yourself in so here’s what I’m prepared to do. Nita will work her magic knots on you and if you can escape her entrapment of you or if you can move from your present position to right here at our feet you will be set free. Nita will then take your place. Would you like to give that a try william? Oh, I almost forgot to also mention that the loser would be the second part of tonight’s entertainment…slave to David.”
I did not move except for raising my head and glaring at all of them.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. Nita, he is all yours!” Pamela said and Nita then walked over to her and accepted the two remotes.
In no time at all, Nita had me lying face down on the floor but still in that damn spread-eagled position that made me feel so uncomfortable. ‘What was her plan? How can I get out of here?’ I thought, as I wanted no part of what was to follow after Nita.
Then a kick to my ribs on my left side. “Do not move unless I tell you to william or you will receive another jolt. Do you understand?” I simply said yes as I looked at the wall on my right trying to focus on anything to take away my pain. Then I felt it! Metal was being inserted into my ass, which was a metal rod in the shape of a hook. One end went into me and the other ended at my waist and had a closed loop at the end. Nita knelt and pressed a knee into my back with all her weight as she attached a heavy rope to the end of the hook. Then she brought the rope in front of me, pulled my head back by grabbing my hair and ran it between my teeth as if it were a bit gag. The rope was brought back to the hook and made taught which forced my head up and back so that I now looked out onto the select audience all of whom seemed to be excited by what they saw from the smiles and licked lips on all of them. The circuit that the rope took was repeated twice more so that there was no way my head could be lowered without an enormous strain on my ass.
My arms were unlocked from the cables and roughly brought behind my back where a rope was used to attach the cuffs together. Then Nita did something that was totally unexpected as if everything to date had been. With a thinner rope, she tied my 2 thumbs together so tightly that I thought one or both would be severed. Later, I understood why she had taken this measure as my hands were useless and I would be unable to use them to free myself. Nita seemed to be in another world as she continued ignore my muffled pleas and moans. Next came my shoulders, which she put into extreme pain by tying my arms together above the elbows, and she used all her might to get them as close together as possible. My feet were released from the cables and were bound together at the knees and ankles. Then my legs were bent up behind me, a rope from the ankles ran over my eyes and back to my ankles. Nita pushing my legs back with her arms made this very tight and body and my screams from the pain only convinced her to push even harder. As with the rope from the hook, 2 more circuits around the eyes and ankles were made leaving me like twig ready to snap. I was now gagged and sightless when Nita finally stopped.
All went quiet.
“Well done Nita,” I heard Lady Pamela say, “Now william, you have 5 minutes to either free yourself or place yourself at the feet of one of your superiors. Begin!”
At first I did struggle and try to move or roll around and found that it was futile so I just lied there issuing muffled curses as loud as I could, to each and every one of the bitches. Then my cock exploded from a shock, which was repeated over and over again as I screamed and bit into the rope and finally I ended up in tears and just stayed still awaiting my fate.
“Times up william. You lose.” Pamela said.
Nita’s mouth was at my left ear and said for all to hear. “That was payback for what you did to me at your place boy. I hope you liked it. Oh, and by the way, your Mistress has been watching this on Skype and is thrilled with what has gone on so far tonight. You are a fucking little wimp william.”
‘Damnit.’ I thought. ‘Mistress Brianna saw all this and didn’t stop it? This is not what we had agreed to.’ As far as I was concern, our contract was broken. I looked around the room and finally noticed a Web Cam on a table beside the Ladies. At ever chance, I planned to stare at it and only it to let her know that I was pissed.
I did not move or struggle or offer any resistance when I was untied and reattached to the cables. I only stared at that web cam.
“David, show us what you can do with this boy.” Pamela commanded.
Suddenly I was brought back to the present and realized what was about to happen and started to struggle and reach my cuffs to undo them but I was too late and soon found myself spread out tight again.
David then came forward to hoots and cheers from the Ladies and I turned to see him approach. He was now as naked as I and it looked as if he had applied a fresh coat of oil to his body. In one hand he carried a heavy leather flogger and in the other a ring gag and between his legs, his cock was hard and erect and I swear it was throbbing. As I watched him approach, I felt myself start to get excited as well and cursed myself as I heard the Ladies laugh. David stood in front of me with a smile on his face that seemed to say, ‘I told you so.’ He put the flogger over one shoulder and with a thumb and middle finger, he flicked his finger onto the head of my cock causing me to moan and struggle. “We won’t be needing that william but I’m pleased that you are in the mood.” Then as if to further point out my position, he squeezed both of my nipples so hard that I screamed and struggled to the delight of the small audience.
“Open!” he commanded and then forced the oversized ring gag into my mouth and as he buckled it tight behind my head, I knew why he had chosen that gag. With the realization of what was to happen, I really got pissed off and hoped that my glare at the web cam was making Mistress Brianna as uncomfortable as I was. I was so upset that I didn’t hear David drag a small bench from the rear of the room to where I was. I didn’t hear him tell Nina to put me into a horizontal position. But I did feel the pain on my joints when this happened and was thankful for that small bench which David placed below me and onto which I was lowered. The bench was padded and was about 2 feet in length so that it I rested my body from my chest to the upper portion of my hips on it.
“Stretch him out tight please Nita.” I heard him say and then felt the result of the command. He walked in front of me and lifting my head up with a hand, started to put his hard cock into the gag ring but I turned my head aside quickly ignoring the pain from his hold of my hair. There was no way I was having any part of that.
David merely chuckled and ducked the cables to move behind me as I lifted my head to glare at the Ladies before me and at the cam. Then it came down hard. The flogger was put to hard use on my back, my thighs, my legs, my feet and it seemed that it would go on forever as I screamed and tried to struggle. It went on so long that I finally screamed out pleas through the gag for him to stop. I could take no more.
“Are you ready to take my cock william?” To which I nodded yes. “You will answer me aloud william and you will call me Sir. Are you ready to take my cock?”
“Yes Sir.” I mumbled out as I stared at the cam.
It was not long before I felt him lift my head once more as he shoved it into my mouth. I tasted his pre-cum as he rammed into me and had me gagging from that unfamiliar position that I found myself in. He withdrew and again ducked the cables as I glared straight ahead at all those who had me in this uncomfortable and not agreed to position. I knew that I was beaten when he entered into me at my ass. With each thrust, he held on my shoulders and pulled me back so that if felt as if he was entering me deeper and deeper. This caused me to groan and scream from the embarrassment of his entry and the strain on my limbs from the horizontal spread- eagle that I was in.
After a few minutes of this, I heard him say, “Now Nita!” and with the next thrust by David hard into me, my cock exploded in pain from a jolt of electricity and I screamed and pleaded again. The Ladies were now on their feet watching with anticipation each new thrust from David and each new jolt that my cock received. Faster and faster the thrusts came until finally as he held me to him, he exploded inside of me. There were screams and hoots as the Ladies came on stage to congratulate both David and Nita while ignoring the sniffling wreck that I had become. But as I lay there, I blocked out all noise and surroundings and just glared in tears at the web cam.
The party seemed to end abruptly at that point as the focal point, myself, ended on the floor in a beaten position. I felt David release me from the cables and roughly lock the cuffs behind my back. He pulled me to my feet by grabbing my hair and placed the burlap sack over my head and tied the drawstrings extra tight that I feared it might strangle me. Then with a slap on my ass cheek he mumbled some commands, grabbed me by the arm and led me off back to my stable.
The chained collar was attached to my neck and he forced me to my knees before he had even taken the sack from my head. God I hope he doesn’t want anything else I thought. But David seemed content to merely hum in pleasure as he removed the cuffs and sack from me. He threw a blanket at me, said he would see me in the morning and then turned out the light. I laid on the floor and put the blanket over me thinking to myself that I would be out of there in the morning and then quickly fell asleep.
I thought the doorbell had rung as I awoke to chimes in the morning and then found myself in the arms of a naked Nita who must have come in during the night. She stirred as she heard the chimes as well and when her eyes opened to look at me, she said, “Hi lover. Thanks for a fantastic night. Mmmmm.” I then realized that my member rested comfortably between her legs but I could not remember anything other than being in a deep sleep. ‘Damn,’ I thought to myself for not being able to recall any part of the night with Nita.
“Oh, the time,” she said and picking up her clothes in haste rushed off elsewhere.
I just sat there with the blanket over me and waited until David appeared with a bowl of what was to be my breakfast, which I calmly took from him and then threw it in his face.
“Now unlock this collar and get my clothes because I’m out of here. I’ve had enough.”
He merely shrugged his shoulders and left which had me feeling pretty good until he returned with 2 other Grooms.
“Now you piece of shit, we will get you ready for your ride for the Ladies,” he said.
Within 15 minutes, I was fully dressed in the same pony outfit that I had worn yesterday right down to the ‘skunk tail butt plug’ and ‘The Impaler’ except that I also wore a swollen left eye and what I thought would be a few bruises to my kidneys. These last few items had been given to me by the Grooms for having failed their commands to dress.
Without breakfast, I was marched, bells and all, back to the paddock and a waiting Cheyenne. On the way, there was a rumble to the west and all of us looked to see lightening and a darkening sky. “Get over here william,” she said, “I’ve got to get you into the saddle and chains before the storm hits. Lady Pamela wants her ride and be careful of her.” I knelt as she attached the saddle and chains and quickly I was standing but bent over by the length of the chains. “Ready william?” I nodded yes as she attached the reins and pulled me off with a yank to the waiting Ladies.
“Good morning Cheyenne,” Lady Pamela said as I was delivered in front of her.
“Morning Ma’am,” she replied as there was a bright flash of lightning and a loud crash of thunder, “Do you still wish to ride with this storm approaching?”
“More than ever Cheyenne. Prepare this stallion!”
As Cheyenne put me to my knees to adjust the chains, I looked up at the Ladies who all wore black leather shorts, a similar vest and black leather knee high boots. The boots in front of me were worn by Lady Pamela and made me cringe as I saw the spurs that she wore. They were silver. They were large. They consisted of a circle of sharpened steel spikes. And I knew that they were to be used on me.
I felt the weight of her on my back as she mounted me and grabbing the reins yanked my head back and slapped me hard on the shoulder with a crop that Cheyenne had supplied.
“Now let’s see what spirit is left in this boy. Ya, get moving!”
When she commanded me to move, she kicked her spurs into hard my thighs. I had not expected this and screamed and rose up with Pamela holding hard onto the reins with one hand and whipping my thigh with a crop as hard as she could. “Yahoo, I love it,” she yelled out to the cheers of the other Ladies who were telling her to give me more. Then in the next second just as her spurs dug into my thighs again, my ass received a jolt of electricity from the butt plug by the remote held by one of the Ladies. This caused me to rise up again but this time I lost my balance and rolled to my right side landing directly on top of Lady Pamela. As I tried to regain my upright position, my left elbow dug into her stomach and she started to lash out with her crop and started to kick me desperately with spurred hoofs. Suddenly there was an enormous light and crash and all of us realized that the storm was upon us. I was pulled off the bitch as she ordered everyone to the barns or other shelters. Cheyenne adjusted the chains so that I could stand erect and holding the reins, ran us back to the barn with my bells ringing out wildly.
By the time we reached the stable, we had learned that the weather report was unfavourable and the day’s events had been cancelled. She unlocked ‘The Impaler Cage” and told me to undress, shower and take care of my wounds. She would be back in a few minutes.
After taking care of my body, I stood there naked with my hands trying to hide my shrunken cock as it had taken enough I thought. Cheyenne arrived with a tracksuit and sneakers for me and told me it was time to leave. My keys were in the car and my passengers would be there shortly.
The ride to Nita’s house seemed short and I did not hear all the talk that went on amongst my 3 passengers as I was upset and had to concentrate on driving in a pouring rain. When I stopped to let Nita out, Karen and Kristine also got out.
“Well are you coming william?” Nita said. Then I realized that she had said something at the beginning of the ride home about her having a quick get together with anyone interesting. I declined and then declined again after she said that she could make it very interesting. I was beat. I was sore. And I was pissed off for having been used the way I had been.
I had not noticed the car that had been following me and I did not notice it when I pulled into the garage and it pulled into the driveway with its lights out. As I slowly got out of the car with an aching body and was about to hit the button to close the garage door, I looked up and running at me was Cheyenne. She threw her arms around my neck, wrapped her legs around my thighs as I tried not to fall over backwards and she kissed me hard on the lips. With her lips still hard on mine, she reached out and hit the button to close the door. As our tongues met she mumbled that she wanted to stay with me forever and then she mumbled, “I love you William. Take me now.”