Subject "Markus Buys a Pony" Part 2 (Gay Male /Authoritarian)
Markus Buys a Pony Part 2 The Stables
This is a story of erotic fiction meant for adult readers over the age of eighteen years
Written by Jean-Christophe: January, 2014 Stories archived at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jean-Christophe_Stories
"The characters and ideas contained in this story belong to the writer's imagination and bear no resemblance to any persons or events. Please respect the integrity of the story and don't do any rewrites, make alterations or add other artists' pictures"
Note: This story is inspired by the "pony" pictures featured in Pete Brown's Slave Pictures site at Tumblr. In particular, I was "moved" to write because of the picture of Craig posted 1 January, 2014. In a sense Craig became the model for my pony, Jerry.
Caution: This story contains non-consensual, male-on-male sex. If you find the idea of this offensive then read no further!
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Part 2:
The stables are as close to dereliction as the rest of the buildings but this no longer surprises Markus. At first, he'd been discouraged by the tired, rundown appearance of Tolliver's Pony Ranch and really the description of the ramshackle farm as a "ranch" is too grand. Initially, he had second thoughts about buying a pony from Bodean Tolliver and his three sons. He was sure their ponies would be as nondescript in appearance as they are. He'd even thought of making his excuses and leaving empty-handed. That was until Bodean had encouraged him to examine the eighteen year old pony, Jerry.
Jerry was a delight to - what was the expression Bodean had used - finger and Markus had been stirred by the experience. As he placed his hands on the pony's hot, sweaty body, Markus was overwhelmed by the feel of the young slave. Jerry's firm flesh and hard muscles yielded soft to his touch and he was encouraged to explore further. Hungrily, his hands wandered over the smooth, hairless torso feeling the strength of the still heaving chest, the hardness of the biceps and the pulling power in the broad shoulders.
Slowly, as his hands moved over the quivering, well-defined belly muscles, Markus paused briefly to probe the depth of the navel indent with his finger before continuing down to the hairless groin. The pony tensed; it was well aware of what was to happen. Since it had been brought to the ranch, the pony had been subjected to the indignity of having its genitals routinely manipulated by Bodean Tolliver and his sons.
Although his stay to date had been brief, Jerry had lost count of the number of times his balls had been hefted, weighed and stretched away from his body whilst his cock had been stroked to rampant, non-fulfilled erections on occasions far too numerous to recall. And there'd also been the frequent penile penetration of his asshole by the three younger Tolliver's who delighted in frigging him. However all this sexual activity was to no avail as he was forbidden to ejaculate. From the outset, this absence of sexual relief had frustrated him and he'd wondered about the reasons why it wasn't allowed. Was he being subjected to some form of emotional duress?
Of course, the real reason was of no concern to him; as a slave he didn't possess the right to know. He wasn't to know most owners expect their ponies to show hard at all times while in harness. It is a commonly held belief among owners that denying their ponies the chance to masturbate keeps them in a heightened state of expectancy which virtually guarantees a pony's hard erection as it perform its carriage duties.
At first, being fucked by the Tolliver's had been humiliating and painful. The father and his sons all possessed obscenely large peckers which any stallion would be proud to own and Jerry had quaked at his first sight of them. The father, Bodean - as was his right - was the first to mount him and Jerry's desperate struggling meant he had to be restrained by the two older sons. As they held him firmly in position, the youngest son, Pervis had greased his asshole with goose fat to make the father's unwelcome entry into his virgin ass that much easier.
Bodean lacked finesse and wasn't bothered by the niceties of foreplay. His need was urgent and he had no regard for the slave he was fucking; therefore he mounted the newest pony to his stables and thrust through into the inner recesses of its ass. As he did so the new pony bucked and squealed in protest and this just added another dimension to Bodean's enjoyment. All four Toliver's laughed uproariously at Jerry's outraged reaction to his initiation into anal sex.
As the flanged head of Bodean's cock thrust through his resisting sphincter, Jerry felt his pucker was being stretched to its utmost limit. Spurred on by the good-natured hooting and hollering of his three sons, Bodean remorselessly drove his invading cock, inch by inch into the tight constriction of the pony's ass. And Jerry was certain that he was being split in two by Bodean's monstrous member.
Gradually, the pain eased to discomfort and Jerry was able to relax a little and there'd even been some small pleasure as Bodean unloaded his scorching semen into his innards. He couldn't say he enjoyed the experience - his shame and humiliation ensured he didn't - and over subsequent days he was used by the three brothers who asserted their right to do so strictly in order of seniority of age.
Consequently, his ass began to adjust itself to comfortably take the all too frequent penetrations of it by the Tolliver men.
That was two months ago, and Jerry had adjusted well to his new life as a trainee "show pony". He has been trained to run in harness and accept the rewards for good performance. Despite the humiliation, he now looked forward to those rewards and performed well to earn them. Like his stable-mates he isn't allowed to masturbate and sex between the ponies is strictly prohibited. The only sex they enjoy is that given to them as a reward for good performance by Bodean Tolliver or his sons.
Jerry silently contemplated the man, Markus who was examining him. Was he interested in buying him to use as his pony? Of course, he wasn't aware that he was already spoken for and, in fact, belonged to the overbearing, pompous judge who'd sentenced him to slavery and who would treat him abominably.
Mercifully, as Markus fingered him, Jerry knew nothing of his future life as the judge's personal pony. Of being driven hard to the point of exhaustion, of feeling the constant, impatient bite of the judge's cruel, leather whip urging him forward or the frequent, savage ass-beatings and the less than satisfying fuckings that will inevitably follow them.
Today, the pony is in blissful ignorance and knows nothing of its future other than that it is to serve as beast of burden. But for now it wants for nothing more than to be rewarded for a successful training run by its driver, Pervis Tolliver.
As they approach the stables Markus is dismayed at their general appearance. Its roofline sags like that of the homestead and he notices many of the roof shingles are not in place or are missing. The double doors swing haphazardly on rusty, squealing hinges and there are wide gaps in the walls which in cold weather must make conditions very unpleasant for the unfortunate occupants of the stables. Appalled, Markus surmises the ponies comfort can't be uppermost in Bodean Tolliver's list of priorities for him to house them in such miserable conditions. And almost as though he is reading Markus's thoughts, Bodean tells him.
"Markus, The gaps in the walls serve a useful purpose. They ventilate the stables and sweeten the air. You'd be surprised at how they can stink with the ponies all pissing and shitting in their stalls."
Even as Bodean speaks, Markus is aware of the odour wafting from the stables. There is something vaguely familiar about it that Markus doesn't immediately recognize. Then, he remembers those boyhood vacations on his grandparents' farm and the smell of the various farm animals. Each type of animal had its own distinctive odour; for example the horse stables were very different to the cow barn or the pungent pigpens. Nostalgia comes flooding back and momentarily, Markus relives those happy, carefree times.
The odour emanating from Bodean Tolliver's stables has reawakened many happy memories for Markus as he savours this new "animal" smell. Markus decides the earthy smell isn't all that unpleasant. Indeed the opposite is true and the combination of freshly strewn hay, male sweat and testosterone is a heady mix that acts as an aphrodisiac on Markus who, once more, feels a stirring in his loins.
Saggory and Cooter struggle to open the sagging, double doors into the stables as they no longer swing freely on their hinges. Markus follows Bodean into the stable's welcoming shade and his eyes quickly scan the interior. It is very much like any other stable built to house its equine occupants with a central walkway running the length of the building and with stalls on either side. Overhead is a hay loft where the bedding for the ponies is kept and at one end is an area set aside for various types of conveyances. Markus notices an old, very ornate landau and he wonders how many ponies are needed to move it.
As they enter, Markus hears the sounds of shuffling feet and rattling chains as the ponies stir themselves out of their lethargic rest. They know one of their number is to be fucked and their lustful curiosity - or is it their envy - arouse them to watch.
Pervis parks his trap alongside the landau and unhitches his pony and removes its harness. The pony waits expectantly on Pervis's instructions which follow almost immediately.
"Okay boy, its reward time!" He announces. "Get your ass up on the bench."
The pony needs no second bidding and eagerly does as it is ordered.
Markus watches as the pony climbs up onto a low, timber bench bolted to the floor and assumes the all fours position with its head and ass at about waist height. Bodean tells Markus.
"This is the bench the boys rigged up specially for fucking the ponies."
Markus had already worked out the bench's purpose. However, he is unprepared for what happens next. Pervis, who is already shirtless, unfastens his belt and steps out of his old, faded jeans. Like Cooter, he isn't wearing underpants and he stands stark naked in just his work boots and socks
Markus is surprised about Pervis's lack of modesty but he is delighted by the sight of his nude, slender body. Obviously, he works hard like his two older brothers and this shows in his clearly delineated musculature. He possesses broad shoulders, a muscular chest and a firm, flat belly. Like his sire and his siblings, black hair covers his chest and a slender treasure-trail runs down the middle of his belly to his groin. And it is there that Markus eyes come to rest; he can't believe the size of the eighteen year old Pervis's cock. Markus thinks describing Pervis as "well-endowed" would be an understatement. As he marvels at the length and girth of Pervis's larger than life pecker, he wonders about the pony's capacity to cope with it.
Pervis walks to the pony's rear and parts the ass cheeks exposing the winking, rosy-pink pucker to full view. Markus's cock twitches at the sight of the pony's hungry-for-cock asshole and he is envious of Pervis who playfully teases the quivering flesh in preparation for his cock. Pervis reaches beneath the bench for a small container of goose-fat and scoops out a dollop which he smears over and into the pony's anus before applying some to his own prick.
Markus is so intent on watching Pervis that he doesn't notice Saggory shuck off his solitary garment so that he too is as naked as his youngest brother. It's not until Saggory walks to the pony's head that Markus sees him. He is an older, bulkier version of Pervis with the same imposing build and body hair and like Pervis he is "over endowed".
Saggory grabs a handful of the pony's hair to raise its head into position and taps his cock against its face. Unbidden, the pony opens its mouth and waits as Saggory places the tip of his cock on its bottom lip. Saggory then waits on Pervis to begin.
Markus notices the anticipatory quivering of the pony's body as it waits for its reward.
Pervis stands behind the pony and with a sudden, forward lunge of his hips he enters into the pony's ass. At the same time, Saggory forces his cock into its mouth and both brothers coordinate their thrusting.
And as though not to be left out, Cooter stands naked at the pony's side and slowly masturbates over its back.
"There isn't anything my three boys enjoy more than an honest to goodness spit roast." Bodean laughs. "It doesn't matter whether it's a hog at a barbecue or a pony up on the fucking bench."
Markus watches lustfully as the three brothers use the hapless pony. He is overcome with envy and wishes that he could take the place of either Pervis or Saggory. Soon, the stable's silence is broken by the sounds of the three brothers' exertions and the interior reeks of their sex sweat. And Markus drools at the flexing of Pervis's pert ass as it powers the deep thrusting action of his cock.
"It's best we leave the three boys to their fun and move along, Markus." Bodean interrupts. "Let me show you our other livestock."
Markus can barely conceal his disappointment at Bodean's offer. He'd much rather watch as the pony receives it reward for good performance. But Bodean takes him by the elbow and leads him over to the stalls. Bodean knows that Markus is hooked by the sight of his three sons sexually serving the pony, Jerry. Craftily, he knows it's time to press on with the sale of a pony that will meet Markus's needs. And he has just the right pony for that; a handsome, twenty year boy by the name of Kip.
"Tell me Markus just what type of pony are you looking for? What uses will you have for it?"
"I'm looking for a pony to power my new trap. What I want is a pony with the strength to pull it and with the stamina to run fast when the need arises."
"Then it sounds to me you are in the market for a light duty pony built for endurance and speed, Markus. Am I correct?"
"Yes Bodean, you're right. Do you have any ponies that meet my requirements?"
"Yes I do, Markus. And I have a particular colt in mind for you. Would you like to inspect it?"
"Yes, by all means, Bodean. Lead on!"
"It's in a stall at the far end of the stables. We can take our time and you can look at the other animals as we move along. If you have any questions, Markus then just ask. I'll answer them best I can. The heavy duty ponies are in stalls on the left hand side and the lighter ponies are on the right."
Before moving to the left side of the stables, Markus steals a backward glance over his shoulders to where the pony is still being serviced. Markus is surprised at the staying power of the Tolliver boys. In a way he pities the pony whose ass and mouth are bearing the brunt of their enthusiastic fucking.
Markus pauses at the first stall and peers over the half-door and scrutinizes its occupant. The pony has heavy iron chains around both ankles and it is hobbled by a strong chain with one end fastened to a heavy collar around its neck and the other end to a solid iron ring imbedded in the cobblestoned floor. The chain is sufficiently long enough to allow the pony to move freely around its straw strewn stall but no further. There are no furnishings other than two rubber bowls - one for water and the second for food - sitting on the floor and obviously the pony has to be on all fours to eat and drink. There is no toilet, not even a sink hole in the floor, and Markus supposes the pony defecates and urinates in situ if the need arises.
The pony is aged about twenty-five and unlike the younger pony, Jerry, it is shorter, bulkier and very solidly built. Also, unlike Jerry, this pony retains its dark brown, body hair and Markus wonders about this. Markus also notes that the pony's cock is padlocked into a neoprene cage. His curiosity is aroused and he asks Bodean.
"Bodean, why is the pony's cock locked up? Is that standard practice?"
"Markus, here at the ranch, its standard practice to keep the ponies' peckers caged. Obviously, we don't want them 'shaking their snakes' or having sex with one another. That robs them of their strength which is needed for their carriage work. And also no sex keeps them edgy which can cause them to show hard when they are in harness. Most owners like for their animals to put on a decent show."
"Yes, I have heard from my colleagues who drive ponies that this is so!"
"Mind you, it doesn't always work. Some ponies remain limp-dicked even when their cocks are kept out of harm's way. For that reason, I prefer figging a pony. It's guaranteed to work every time."
"Figging? What does that mean, Bodean?"
"Markus, you simply place a bit of raw ginger in the pony's ass. All you need to do is to peel the ginger and pare it into the shape of a butt plug then shove it up the pony's ass. It works a treat. It certainly stiffens the pony's pecker and puts a spring into its step."
"Fuck! That seems a bit extreme. I imagine it's quite painful?"
"Markus, I wouldn't know from personal experience," Bodean laughs, "but judging from the pony's reaction I'd say - yes it is. Nothing happens for about five minutes but as the ginger begins to sting, the pony starts to fidget. And the thing is - it gets worse for the pony. As it runs the working of its ass muscles seems to aggravate the ginger making the burning sensation even more intense. But this does make the pony show hard and improve its gait. The pony literally prances along and you don't need to use your whip."
"Bodean, that's so fucking cruel! I'm surprised it's allowed."
"Markus, well, it is and it isn't allowed! Its use is banned on four-legged horses and ponies. Years ago, shifty horse traders used figging to make an old horse appear lively in the hope of selling it to an inexperienced buyer. For that reason, and because of pressure from the animal rights lobby, it was banned by law."
"And yet it's permissible to fig a human pony? Why is that?"
"Markus, it's because the original act only applied to equines and not slaves. It's probably an oversight of the state's legislature which hasn't amended the old law to cover slaves. As things stand at the moment, it's still within the law to ginger a slave. And most pony owners do. I dare say you will too when you have your pony."
"I doubt it, Bodean! I can't see me being unnecessarily cruel to my pony."
"So you don't see the use of the whip as being unnecessarily cruel, Markus."
"Surely, that's different, it's to encourage the pony to perform. That's all!"
"Markus, I doubt a pony sees any difference between the pain of its driver's whip and the burning discomfort caused by a plug of ginger up its ass."
Markus has no counter argument to offer; he has no wish to debate further with Bodean and, anxious to move on, he asks.
"The other thing I've noticed is that this pony still has its body hair whereas the pony ... what's its name, Jerry.... is hairless and smooth. Is there a reason for this difference?"
"Yes there is Markus. We keep our ponies with their body hair and leave it to the pony's new owner to decide whether or not he wants to have his pony 'au natural' or smooth-bodied. I feel the new owner has that right of choice. But in Jerry's case it was different. His new owner - the judge who sentenced him - wants him with a smooth body which, by the way, does suit a pony of his age. And so, we stripped away his body hair."
"You can do that, Bodean; strip a pony of its body hair? Is it permanent or does it need regular grooming?"
"Yes we can, Markus and after we finish the hair is permanently removed. It's just one of the many after sales specials we offer to all our clients."
"What other after sales services do you offer, Bodean?"
"Just about anything you want, Markus. You name it and one of my boys can do it."
"Can you be more explicit, Bodean?"
"Sure, Markus. Well, as I said, we can permanently remove body hair or we can brand your new pony with a mark of your own choice. We can even help you design the brand and Saggory can make it for you in our forge. Then there is adorning a pony with things like snout rings, nipple rings, banding a pony's balls and even penis piercings. You name and we can do it."
"Is that common? Fitting rings to a pony's body?"
"It's common, Markus. A lot of owners like to adorn their ponies. Especially if they are show ponies or dressage ponies. Nowadays, there are many gymkhanas and pony shows where an owner can display his animal, race it against other ponies or proudly parade it before other owners and spectators. Pony shows are always popular events."
"Is that the whole range of your services, Bodean?"
"No Markus! However, they are the most common. But if a purchaser wants something special doing to his pony, we always try to accommodate him. Like removing teeth for placement of a bit or skinning a pony's cock - those types of minor, surgical things that you'd normally have a slave vet perform. And we cost a lot less than a vet as we don't have his overheads like fancy surgeries or consulting rooms. It's all done here on the farm by my boys and customer satisfaction is always guaranteed."
"It would seem you offer a comprehensive list of service to your clients, Bodean?"
"We try to, Markus. The boys and I aim to please. Oh, and there is one other service I forgot to mention. We can shoe your pony for you."
"Shoe the pony? I thought they ran barefooted? When I arrived the pony that Pervis was driving was running with bare feet."
"That's true Markus. And that's done for a purpose. Here at the ranch we run a pony in bare feet to harden its soles before it's sold. But the ground here is soft and there's no risk of injury to the pony; unlike the hard surfaces of a city street or a tarred road. Those surfaces are unyielding and there's always the possibility of the pony jarring its legs or tearing a ligament. Or worse still, cutting its foot on broken glass or some other sharp object. Imagine the loss of productivity if a pony is lame with a sprained ankle or a cut foot. No, I strongly recommend that a pony's feet be properly shod."
"I see the sense in what you're saying, Bodean. I never knew there was so much to learn about owning a pony."
"Markus, you strike me as a sensible guy! If you buy a pony just use your common sense in how you use it and take care of it. After all a pony is an investment in better living isn't it?"
Bodean slyly resorts to a bit of flattery and his comment plays to Markus's vanity.
"Tell me more about these shoes, Bodean. Are they a special type of shoe?"
"Yes they are, Markus! They are handmade from soft leather and are flat soled so that the pony runs more naturally. After all, we were made to walk that way. And the shoes are made much the same way as a five fingered, hand glove and like the individual fingers of the glove you have each toe separated which allows the pony more flexibility for running."
"And I can get these from you?"
"Of course! I have them made locally by some of my neighbours who can always use some extra cash. It's become a cottage industry hereabouts and I find it hard to keep up with demand. But I've always got the regular foot sizes in stock. Shoes for larger hooved ponies might have to be made as a special order."
"What you say makes perfect sense, Bodean. Should I buy a pony, I'll certainly want some shoes for it."
"Then, let's see if I can sell you a pony, Markus. I have one in mind for you. But tell me do you have a special coloured pony in mind?"
"I haven't given it much thought. I guess I was concentrating on just getting a strong pony without giving to much thought to its colour. What colours do you have in stock?"
"Markus, I have the whole gambit of colours. I have ponies with blond hair, brown hair, black hair and all shades in between. The only ones I don't stock are red or auburn haired slaves."
"Why not?"
"Because they are too tender skinned for outdoor work. They suffer from sunburn and don't tan easily. They are best used indoors as house servants or bed bucks. But let me show you the colt I have in mind for you. He's a fair haired beauty and deeply tanned so you'll have no trouble running him in the sun."
Bodean's glowing comments about the pony excite Markus and he is anxious to inspect the slave. He is about to speak but the loud sounds of the Tolliver brothers' simultaneous climaxes interrupt him.
"It sounds as though my boys are finally about to unload and give the pony its reward." Bodean laughs. "One thing you have to say about my boys; they know how to fuck hard! I bet the pony's ass and throat will be sore for a day or two after the rough pounding they've been given."
Salaciously, Markus turns and watches as the three brothers arch their backs and roar out in unison. The pony is helplessly wedged between Pervis at its ass and Saggory at its head and it bucks as the two brothers ejaculate into its body. Not to be outdone by his siblings, Cooter holds his cock like a hose and sprays his semen along the pony's back from its ass to its head.
Markus watches the erotic scene being played out before him and salivates at the stress their ejaculations place on the three brothers' muscular bodies. With each spurt, their muscles ripple seductively beneath their deeply tanned skins and he particularly savours the involuntary flexing of the three delectable asses as the brothers pump out their seed. Markus's own cock responds magnificently and he determines that he'll always reward his new pony after each outing. After witnessing the three brothers in action, how could he do otherwise?
Bodean notes Markus's erection - barely concealed beneath his loose shirt - and decides to strike while "the iron is hot". He reasons that Markus is now at his most receptive and all that remains is to expose him to the slave, Kip. Bodean knows that once Markus sees - and fingers Kip's body - he'll be like putty in his hands. Instinctively, Bodean knows this will be a very easy sell despite the inevitable, tiresome but ultimately futile bargaining from Markus.
Bodean speaks as once more he takes Markus by the elbow and leads him away towards the far end of the stables
"Markus, if you're ready, let me show you the colt I mentioned before. It's in the stall at the far end."
To be continued ......