JAK - HIS LIFE SO FAR
Jak barely remembers his parents as he lost them in one of those interminable civil wars in the near east. He was brought up harshly and without love or affection in an orphanage in that country, receiving only minimal education except in the harsh world of life. When he was 16 an itinerant slave merchant called at the orphanage and paid the superintendent - absolutely illegally - a reasonable sum to take Jak off their hands, a transaction welcomed by the superintendent who in addition to the trader's bribe continued to take state money for Jak's upkeep. Jak's disappearance was therefore never noticed, as he officially "graduated" from the orphanage into oblivion one year later.
Meanwhile Jak had been sold by the merchant to a training establishment, making a reasonable profit on the deal. He'd taken all the risks of acquiring Jak and illegally enslaving him, and considered the return reasonable. The training establishment worked on Jak for a year, when their unremitting regime of harsh work and punishment for any failure turned Jak from a lonely, miserable lad into a silent but obedient slave, one who had turned the corner from childhood into young adulthood. Jak's body benefited hugely from the training, and he possessed all those desirable attributes of a young slave fit for someone's harem - a toned body with flat planes of muscle, biceps with the hard balls so essential in a young slave, a body shaved of hair so that all this could be seen, a very respectable set of genitals to delight any owner, and a tight ass that, it was supposed, had not yet been breached by a man's cock.
Jak was entered in to the so-called "Yearlings' Sale" for young slaves one year later, and it was confidently expected he'd sell for a good price to an older man who appreciated the finer points of slaves like Jak who were so beautifully poised between the end of childhood and adolescence, and full manhood. Jak's current owner was at that sale and believed himself to be a "man with a good eye for a horse" - he was part of the international racing fraternity with a string of race horses in training at Newmarket and Longchamps and, closer to home, a stable of prize-winning human ponies. He saw something in Jak and bought him, grumbling a little about the price as he had been in competition at the auction with a 70-year old who thought Jak's youth and enthusiasm might help stir his failing loins.
Jak has been with that same owner now for 13 years. He was originally put to work in the famous stables, working as a stable hand doing their traditional tasks - cleaning out the pony stalls, washing and grooming the ponies each day before their work shifts, polishing the harnesses and tackle and keeping the owner's various carriages spotlessly clean, and, of course, helping to maintain the fitness and health of the animals by providing sexual stimulation - masturbating them according to their schedule for such activities. He didn't get fucked as happens to so many young slaves as the humane rules at the stables said that this could only be by mutual consent - willing mutual consent, that is, not by an older pony forcing a young stable lad to "agree".
Jak responded well. Always a loner and used to receiving no praise or kindness in any way he found life in the stables was a revelation. He was well housed, well fed, the other ponies were great companions, and provided he worked hard - which Jak did - there were no harsh punishments, only those occasional spankings and mild beatings that any young adult who is growing up expects. Best of all his owner - perhaps because he liked to be proved right in his choice of ponies - was always kind to Jak, smiling at him, noticing that he'd done a good job and rewarding him with a piece of fruit, and so on. All this was such a contrast to his previous life that Jak blossomed, and felt that life as a slave was nearly perfect. He therefore worked even harder, willingly, and his "can do" attitude and sunny disposition soon got him "promoted", first to run alongside his owner's carriage to tend to the ponies when they were waiting outside a store or the owner's club in the course of business. Then, as his muscles continued to harden and his lungs and heart to mature, to be one of those ponies in the team actually doing the pulling. Jak loved this - three really close companions, and the admiration and respect of many men as the team won prizes at the shows which their owner liked to enter them in to.
Jak got the ultimate accolade when he was about 23, when his owner finally promoted Jak to "stallion", making him the sole puller of his specially engineered one-man trap which he used almost every day for general trips in the neighbourhood. Jak was immensely proud of his status, and some of the other ponies even thought he went too far in praising his owner, and in criticising them when they themselves failed to reach Jak's high standards! As you might suspect, as stallion, Jak was not only used for running but as a stud, to "cover" first his owner's bitches and then, as his fame as a truly good-tempered, hard-working prize-winning pony spread, his owner loaned him out as a stud animal.
Jak's owner was a shrewd businessman keen to increase the value of his assets - he showed off Jak to his best advantage, using Jak entirely without bridle and reins, and not cuffing Jak into the shafts as is normal: he was promoting Jak as a pony that any owner could be proud of, and one who could be trusted absolutely (bear in mind owner and pony are often alone together in the open countryside, and so the ability to trust the pony is vital as should he turn on his owner, help is not readily available). Jak's beautiful body was thus displayed entirely unadorned by collars, tit rings, genital ornaments, bits and bridles, or any of those other things which owners of inferior stock add to their ponies to "improve" them. And it worked - Jak began to be hired out to stud, rather than simply be lent to the owner's friends, and the proud owner donated the stud fees to his daughter to spend on her not-infrequent shopping trips to New York, Miami, London, Paris and Milan. As is the way of the world, the more he was used at a high fee, the greater was the desire by others to hire Jak at an even higher fee for the prestige of getting a new slave sired by Jak.
So all was well with the world: a delighted owner who not only liked the money Jak earned at stud, but who could validate his reputation as being "a fine judge of ponies", happy daughter; and. Jak himself, the creme de la creme - with a good owner, a purpose in life, good buddies, and frequent (and mostly enjoyable) sex. Why then is Jak strung up like some ordinary slave, waiting for punishment?
It's all about reputation, of course. Jak pulled his owner to a party, then, like most of the ponies waiting patiently in the pony yard at the back of the mansion, was "seduced" by some of the house slaves who after serving dinner came out with the leftovers for the ponies. It was what usually happened, and being mostly young slaves together, there as of course a lot of sex. Jak thought nothing of it - he'd quite liked the slave he'd fucked and she had been proud to have the famous Jak's dick in her. That might have been the end of it - it happened most weeks, after all - had not the female got pregnant. She was the personal slave of the daughter of the party giver, who in turn was a friend of Jak's owner's daughter, who got to hear about it therefore. The girl bragged about having a baby to sell eventually who would fetch a high price and supplement her allowance: there was talk of new jewellery on the next shopping trip the two girls took together.
Jak's owner's daughter was furious! She believed that any money to be made from Jak fucking was hers. So she complained to her father, who really didn't want to hear and hoped she'd forget about it. After all, Jak was still only 29 and as an exceptionally fit, strong pony might naturally be expected to fuck a lot. Provided it wasn't drawn to his attention, the owner, being a kind man, considered it acceptable for Jak to play the field, and indeed considered it even good for Jak, keeping him healthy and happy... except of course he'd let it be known to Jak, casually, that he was always expected to be "ready" to stud for the high fees. And Jak, being a responsive and sensible slave, had always "laid off", not even allowing one of the stable lads to masturbate him, for two days before such an event.
Now though it was "public knowledge" as talk and rumours had spread through the slaves, and the owner's daughter would not simply let it go. She went on and on at her father, saying that Jak simply must be punished, and pointing out to him that it wasn't just she who was losing out as a stud fee had been lost, but potentially his reputation was at risk: the owner of the wondrous Jak was perhaps not such a good judge of slaves as had been thought!
So we see Jak waiting for punishment. And if we could see inside the house we would observe his owner pacing up and down cursing the fact that he listened to his daughter: what on earth could he do to Jak by way of really meting out something that would be recognised as sufficiently severe for such a slave? The higher they climb the harder they must fall, as the old saying goes. For almost any other slave a good whipping would be in order, perhaps even by a hired-in whipmaster with a savage bull whip if additional effect was required. But the owner does not want this for Jak as such a whipping invariable scars the back, buttocks and thighs, and the owner enjoys seeing Jak's powerful body working away as he runs in front of him and does not want his view marred. Similarly castration, or even the loss of one testicle, would not be appropriate as Jak's stud value would plummet. The owner even thinks Jak has been punished enough - as the stallion, most favoured slave, ruler of the stables, he's probably weeping inside from the shame of being seen by all the other slaves and overseers going about their normal business (not for being naked, of course, as Jak has not worn even a scrap of covering since he became stallion), but because he knows he has failed his owner, an owner he respects and even loves.
These things have a way of working themselves out, though. The owner's son is back from college on vacation and has an idea for his father. The son is a little jealous of Jak, actually - he seems to rank higher in his father's favour than the son does following a number of incidents of drunkenness, fornication, bad language, overspending of his allowance and general stuff that all college boys indulge in (and Jak's cock is also bigger than his is, an important consideration for any young man!). He even offers to do the punishment himself, and his father agrees... The son will take fresh garlic and squeeze a few bulbs to make juice, then will have Jak erected by one of the stable lads, and will use an ink-dropper to insert the juice deep, deep inside Jak's cock. As he explains to his dad, the insertion of the ink dropper through the piss slit will itself really hurt, but when the garlic juice goes in, it will be excruciating. Jack will be totally unable to resist screaming in agony, begging for mercy and for the pain to stop, and thrashing his body around most satisfyingly. Best of all - no damage to Jak's body, so his father can continue to enjoy it; and after a few days Jak will again be able to stud. Father and son are in agreement and happy - so perhaps Jak has rendered another service, improving the bond between parent and child that is so important.
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