Markus Buys a Pony Part 3 Kip
This is a story of erotic fiction meant for adult readers over the age of eighteen years
Written by Jean-Christophe: February, 2014 Stories archived at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jean-Christophe_Stories
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Part 3:
As Markus moves down the walkway, he stops from time to time to randomly peer into a stall to scrutinize its occupant. All are shackled identically to the first pony that he'd looked at and all retain their body hair. Bodean had been correct when he said their hair coloring ranges through the whole spectrum from Nordic blond to Mediterranean black. And conspicuous by their absence are any ponies with red or auburn colored hair. Markus recognizes the wisdom of Bodean's reluctance to work with them. After all, everyone knows that the skin of a redhead is tender and suffers from the sun's rays. With their beautiful, white complexions they are more suited to the bedchamber.
Excitedly, Markus moves from left to right eagerly looking at the heavy duty drafts on the left and comparing them to the lighter built carriage ponies on the right hand side. Markus is overwhelmed by the sheer physicality of the stabled animals and this surprises him. Given the overall rundown appearance of the ranch and its ramshackle buildings, he'd expected the ponies offered for sale by Bodean Tolliver would have been, at best, mediocre and of inferior quality,
But this isn't so! And Markus can think of just one adjective to describe Bodean Tolliver's livestock and that is "superb". All, without exception, are the epitome of male perfection. But most of all, Markus is taken with the difference between the heavy duty ponies and their lighter carriage brothers.
The heavies are stockier in build and give the impression of being more robust. Their heavily muscled bodies bespeak of their sheer, brute strength. With their broad shoulders, barrel chests, massive legs and large, muscular buttocks they are obviously more suited to the sustained hauling of heavy loads behind them.
The carriage ponies by contrast are taller and slimmer than their heavy duty counterparts. Their trim, lithe bodies, whilst muscular, nevertheless lack the heavy bulk of the draft pony. Their long legs and pert buttocks are designed for running at speed and their cardio-vascular systems have been honed so that they can run for long periods of time when their drivers demand it of them.
The stables are having a strange effect on Markus; and his cock - barely concealed by his loose fitting shirt - strains to break free of the constraints of his undergarment. It still aches for urgent relief after Markus had witnessed the three Tolliver brothers rewarding the young pony and the subsequent sights, sounds and smells of the stables and its occupants overwhelm him which only add to the urgency of his unfulfilled need.
The sight of so much naked, muscular flesh rendered helpless by the shackles which bind the ponies to their stalls is so empowering; it speaks of a free man's mastery over a slave and Markus now knows that he must have a slave of his own to dominate. The sound of the helpless ponies shuffling around their straw covered stalls and the rattling of their chains excites him in ways he's never experienced. And the heady, intoxicating smell of sweating bodies, testosterone, male pheromones and heaven alone knows what else act as a powerful aphrodisiac on him.
Markus has never experienced anything quite like the raw earthiness of the Tolliver Ranch's pony stables.
Markus pauses to watch as a heavy draft pony drinks from its bowl on the floor. Of necessity, the animal is on all fours with its head lowered as it laps at the water. Unaware that it is being watched, the pony has its ass facing out towards Markus and Bodean. Its knees are spread as widely as its ankle chains allow and its ass crack is opened to Markus's scrutiny. Lustfully, Markus watches the stretched sphincter pulsing in time with the pony's gentle lapping. From his vantage point, Markus can see why the anus is sometimes referred to as a "rosebud". Certainly the pinkish-red color of the animal's orifice reminds him of a rose and the striations radiating out from it vaguely suggest the unfurling of a flower's petals.
Markus notes that the pony's balls are hanging low within the stretched confines of its scrotum which is encircled by a metal band. Markus appreciates the power and strength of the powerful buttocks which are covered in a light down of brown hair. Markus's lust-filled gaze follows the hair to where it trails up the ass crevasse and surrounds the anus. Markus wonders whether the pony's new owner will retain the hair or if he'll keep its body fashionably smooth. Somehow, Markus hopes the owner keeps the pony's body hair as it adds to the overall impression of its brute strength.
Markus is so engrossed in perusing the slave that he's unaware that he too is under scrutiny. Bodean is watching Markus's reaction to the pony; he notes Markus's unconscious, salacious licking of his lips and astutely, he reads his thoughts.
"It's a great ass, wouldn't you agree, Markus?" Bodean asks. "It's an ass that would do credit to any working bullock."
The pony is startled by Bodean's remarks. It stops drinking and looks back over its shoulder towards Bodean and Markus before hastily clambering to its feet. It listens shamefaced to the comments being made about it and Markus sees mirrored in the pony's eyes, all the hurt and humiliation it feels at its relegation from free man to an enslaved beast of burden.
"Well Bodean, I have to say its ass is ... how shall I put it? Well, it's certainly robust!"
"And that's where it gets it pulling power. The ass and the legs are what gives the brute its strength to pull a heavy carriage. Markus, have you ever travelled behind a team of ponies?"
"No Bodean, never!"
"That's a pity! Had you ever done so Markus you'd know what I mean. There's no prettier picture than sitting in the driver's seat looking out over a team of ponies and putting your whip to them. You really get to appreciate their strength. To watch them working in unison and straining into their harness is a beautiful sight. You can see the stress this places on their bodies with every muscle and sinew stretched to the limit. But the real pulling power is in their asses and leg muscles."
"Bodean, do you ever use a team for personal reasons?"
"Of course we do, Markus. We usually drive a dray and team into town to pick up supplies for the ranch. And we also use our landau to drive to social evenings and to church on Sundays. And that's another good thing about using a human pony. You can train your pony to take you home without it being driven. This means you can drink all the liquor you want without worrying about driving under the influence. You just tell the pony "home boy" and the rest is up to pony. It works every time."
"I'd not thought of that, Bodean. I can see it would be useful at times."
Markus is now more anxious than ever to view the pony Bodean wants to show him and he crosses back to the side of the walkway where the light carriage ponies are stabled. Without exception, all are prime examples of young slave flesh and he hungers to finger the pony, Kip.
This is Markus's first visit to a slave holding pen and he's finding it a mixed experience. One part of him is excited at the prospect of examining the pony, Kip and yet, as Markus walks past the stalls, he senses the melancholy air which permeates the stables. When he looks in at the ponies he sees sadness, fear and uncertainty reflected in their young faces. Momentarily, Markus feels pity for the slaves. But then he shrugs it off and reminds himself that they all offended against the system - a system all are obliged to adhere to or pay the penalty - and they have no one else to blame other than themselves for their present situation.
And yet, a silent voice chides him and tells him how easy it is to rationalize the institution of slavery when it affects others.
As Markus strolls past their stalls, some ponies clamber to their feet and stand expectantly almost as though they are silently inviting him to inspect them. Which indeed they are; all at some time have been examined by prospective buyers and had been disappointed when they'd been passed over for another pony.
Despite the daunting prospect of serving as beasts of burden, they are anxious to leave the ranch for a more permanent and settled life. The combination of uncertain futures, the boredom of stable-life, the unrelenting, hard training under the Tolliver whips and their uninspiring, never changing diet depresses them and weighs heavily on their young shoulders. Today, they hope they'll be chosen by this man who has obviously come to purchase one of their number. Many wonder if this will this be their lucky day?
Other ponies, more resigned to their fates than their optimistic brothers, ignore Markus and either lie disinterested on their straw bedding or sit dejectedly in a corner with their faces buried into their drawn up knees as he walks past their stalls.
When Markus finally reaches the last stall, he's halted in his tracks by the sight that confronts him. Whilst it's true that Bodean had spoken glowingly of the colt known as Kip his words hadn't done justice to the slave. Momentarily, Markus is rendered speechless and the only sound is the sharp intake of his breath as he drinks in the young pony's masculine beauty.
The pony stands shyly in the middle of the stall; Markus sees it is trembling and he wonders if this is from fear or emotion? Markus senses a vulnerability in Kip and for some unknown reason he finds he is drawn to the young slave.
The pony is young; Markus correctly guesses its age at twenty and its body is a thing of rare beauty. It is of a similar height, weight and muscular development as the other pony, Jerry. Perhaps, the two years age difference does gives this pony a slight advantage over Jerry in that its musculature is more pronounced and defined. This pony has flaxen coloured hair and a couple of unruly locks hang down over its forehead making it appear younger than it is. The golden color of the hair contrasts beautifully with the even, allover tan of the colt's naked body.
Kip's face is boyishly handsome with an aquiline nose, full red lips and strong white teeth. The eyes are intensely blue - Markus has never seen eyes as brilliantly blue as these - and as he looks into them he sees an air of sadness. Again Markus is affected by this and he wonders about the cause for this unhappiness?
In his self-absorption, Markus fails to recognize the pony's distress at its current situation.
"Well, Markus! What do you think?" Bodean asks. "Is this the type of pony you have in mind?"
"Bodean, I have to say I'm mightily impressed. This is exactly what I have in mind. What can you tell me about this pony?"
"This pony came to us straight from the Courts about six months ago and so it's fully trained and ready for sale. And who knows," Bodean hints, "this could be the day it's finally sold."
"You say it's fully trained?"
"Indeed it is Markus. And it's one of the sweetest-natured ponies it been my pleasure to handle. It's placid, obedient, hardworking and a real pleasure to drive. You'll have no problems driving this pony, Markus. But you should take it for a run and test-drive it for yourself."
"Can I do that, Bodean?"
"Of course you can Markus. In fact, we insist all our buyers test run any animals they are interested in. I should tell you that while we guarantee the health and training of all our livestock, it's a case of once you buy a pony from us it becomes your responsibility. There's no returning it because you think you've made the wrong choice. So Markus, it's strictly a case of try before you buy and choose wisely."
"But I've never driven a pony, Bodean."
"That's not a problem, Markus. Why this pony just about drives itself. All you have to do is point it in the right direction, slap the reins against it and tell it to walk on. Then, you can sit back and enjoy the ride," Bodean pauses and adds suggestively, "and the view from the driver's seat. This pony's ass in action is a sheer delight to watch. It won't be long before you'll want to apply you whip to its ass to test the speed of its responses."
As Bodean and Markus discuss him, Kip lowers his head supposedly out of respect for his betters but he does so more to hide the tears brimming in his eyes. They neither see nor care about his embarrassment and shame. Nor do they have any understanding of the anguish and pain that consume him. How could they have any comprehension of the trauma he feels at being torn from his old life, enslaved by the courts for indebtedness and transported to this place where he has been kept naked and relegated to the status of an animal and trained to serve as a mere beast-of-burden.
Obviously the man Bodean Tolliver calls Markus has come to the ranch to purchase a pony and it would appear he is interested in buying him. This isn't the first time he's been inspected by potential buyers; on two occasions, he'd been passed over for other slaves and the last client to inspect him had reserved his judgment and had gone away to "think about it!" That had been some days ago and Kip had been left in a limbo of uncertainty. Now, here is another buyer showing an interest in him and it would appear that his owner, Bodean Tolliver is pushing hard to sell him.
Kip is in two minds about being sold. One part of him longs to be taken to a new home away from the rigors of stable life and the constant harassment of the four Tolliver men. And yet, he is apprehensive of any change to the status quo. As bad as it is, he is familiar with the unchanging routine within Bodean Tolliver's stables whilst the uncertainty of a new owner fills him with some apprehension for his future.
He's been regularly driven - as part of his pony training - by the father and his three sons and he's been regularly "rewarded for good performance" by all four. At first, servicing them had been difficult and he dreaded his rewards. But with regular usage, his mouth and ass have both adjusted to accommodating the four monstrous cocks and, denied any sexual relief at his own hands, he now looks forward to his time kneeling on the fucking bench.
With prurient interest, he'd just watched his young, next-door stable-mate, Jerry receive his reward from his owner's three sons. He wonders if a new owner would continue with the practice of rewarding him for his good performance. He hopes so; over the six months of his training he has become increasingly hungry for hard cock.
Kip knows what to expect from this buyer and he prepares mentally and emotionally for the ordeal of having his body intimately examined by Markus. He does feel the degradation and shame of these critical, hands on inspections during which buyer and seller discuss his physical pros and cons as though he is just an uncomprehending, dumb animal. But he has become philosophical about them and so he has learned to relax and even to enjoy them. He knows what is expected of him and he will submit to this man who, by day's end, could be his master.
Even so, when Bodean and Markus enter Kip's stall, he nervously backs away from them and this action earns him a sharp rebuke from Bodean.
"WHOA! WHOA! Stand still, fuck you, or you'll feel my crop on your useless ass."
And to emphasize this, Bodean temporarily leaves the stall and returns with a cruel, leather crop which he uses to lay a red welt across the twin orbs of the pony's buttocks. Kip's sudden yelp of pain stirs Markus and once more arouses within him the lustful desire to possess his own slave; one that he can discipline for his own pleasure.
"One thing you always need to remember Markus is to train your pony and not to spoil it. It needs to know from the outset that you are in charge and won't take any slackness from it. You just saw my three boys reward the other pony for its good performance. You should adopt a similar attitude to your new pony, if you buy one," again Bodean's hint is less than subtle, "but at the same time punish it if it disappoints you. Here, borrow my crop and use it during your inspection. That way, you'll familiarize yourself with a crop's uses and the pony will learn to respect you!"
"Bodean, I have never used a crop or any other instrument of punishment."
"Then you'll need to learn to do so, Markus! And quickly too! You need to begin as you intend to continue. Establish your authority over your animal at the beginning. Train it to learn that you are its master. And stop thinking of the crop as just an instrument of punishment. It's not!"
"What is it then?"
"It's a training aid and a tool for learning. Use it to let your pony know what you want from it. But first you have to learn the 'language of the crop'."
Bodean, what does the language of the crop mean? I don't understand."
"Markus it simply means that you allow your crop to do the talking for you rather than give the pony voice commands. Always remember your crop and whip have very persuasive tongues when it comes to training your animal. Here, let me show you what I mean."
Markus watches intently as Bodean taps the top of the pony's head. Instantly. Kip places both hands - palms down and fingers entwined - on his head and positions his body in such a way that displays his musculature to perfection.
"See what I mean, Markus! The animal is in the display position ready for your inspection. Let your crop do the talking for you. Here you have a go."
Eager to learn, Markus takes the crop from Bodean but wonders what he should do with it. Bodean sees Markus hesitate and tells him to.
"Markus, tap your crop once on the pony's left nipple and watch what happens."
Tentatively, Markus uses the crop to gently tap the left nipple; the pony's movement is fluid as it instantly turns left so that it is in profile.
"Markus, tap the animal's chest once."
Markus does so and Kip turns back to face him.
"Now if you want the animal to turn so that its other side is in profile, you tap it once on its right nipple."
Markus taps the right nipple and watches as the pony again moves into position. Markus feels empowered by his use of the crop on the young slave and he is overwhelmed by the sense of mastery this gives him. Once more he feels the impatient throbbing of his engorged cock and he aches for release.
"Markus, you handle the crop like you were born with it in your hand." Bodean decides a little flattery won't go astray at this point as he plays to Markus's ego. "You're a natural at its use. And I sense you enjoy controlling the pony. Am I correct?"
"Fuck yes, Bodean! It feels great! I'm surprised at how easily the pony knows how to respond to my touch. Are all your ponies trained the same as this one?"
"Yes, Markus. All our ponies are trained the same. They all leave the stables with the same basic crop training."
"Bodean, why do you train them in this way? Wouldn't it be simpler to tell them what to do?"
"Yes it would Markus, but I believe in training a pony to silently obey all instructions via its driver's crop rather than give it a verbal command. This impresses upon the pony its true status of being a dumb animal. It knows it has to stay alert and focused on its driver's commands. And I simply don't believe in talking to a pony other than to praise or admonish it. It's better if it learns to obey my wishes through the touch of my crop. I'd rather my crop or whip do the talking for me. Markus, have the pony turn and face us please?"
Once more Markus taps Kip's chest and he turns to face both men.
"Now Markus, tap your crop on the left side of its jaw."
Markus is getting the feel for using the crop to put the pony through its paces and he is obviously enjoying the new experience of doing so. He is making a mental list of the commands he has used up until now and, as he touches Kip's jaw, he is rewarded with the sight of the pony opening its mouth to its fullest extent.
"Now Markus, the pony's mouth is now wide open for your inspection so that you can check out the health of its mouth and the soundness of its teeth. Now tap its right jaw."
Markus does so and the pony pokes out its tongue and waits.
"Now the pony's tongue is ready for examination. Markus this is an important part of looking after your pony. Inspect the mouth regularly to see that the gums are healthy - that there are no ulcers - and the teeth are sound. Also you can learn a lot about a pony's health from its tongue which should be bright pink and moist at all times. A dry or greyish tongue is usually a sign of an underlying problem."
"Bodean, I'm beginning to have second thoughts. I'm not sure that I want the responsibility of caring for a pony. What if it gets sick?"
"That's not really a problem, Markus! For a start it may seem that way. But as you become more at ease with your pony, you'll take it all in your stride. And you'd be surprised at how healthy most ponies are. Their lifestyle keeps them fit and active. Just follow a few simple rules and your pony will stay healthy and happy."
"What advice can you give me Bodean to keep a pony healthy?"
"Just a few simple, commonsense rules are all that's needed Markus. Feed your pony a good quality feed twice a day and there are lots of excellent, specially formulated pony foods available in the pet section of most supermarkets. I recommend a light feed in the morning because a full belly makes the pony sluggish when it is running and save its main feed until the evening. Remember the pony has spent a lot of energy during the day which needs to be recouped overnight. And most important of all; make sure your pony has plenty to drink during the day. Most days, a pony can shed several pounds in weight through sweating and you need to replace the moisture it loses. Give your pony water to drink each time you stop or if it is shows any distress. But don't give it too much water. Again, water sloshing around in an overloaded belly can slow a pony down. I believe little and often is better!"
"That all seems straightforward enough, Bodean."
"It is Markus, basically, you just remember to feed your pony a good quality food that has all the supplements it needs to stay healthy, ensure it drinks lots of fluid and keep its bowels and bladder in good working order. Keep it pissing and shitting regularly and nature will take care of everything else. And now there is something else I want to show you. Tap the right jaw again."
As Markus converses with Bodean, his previous poor opinion of the pony rancher undergoes a shift. Despite Bodean Tolliver's laidback appearance and lackadaisical approach, Markus recognizes beneath these an intelligent and capable man who obviously loves his work and is committed to producing only the highest grade ponies for sale.
Markus's admiration for Bodean is growing. In a short space of time, he has already learned so much from Bodean and he is sure there are other things for him to learn. As Markus taps the right side of Kip's jaw, the pony withdraws his tongue but remains open-mouthed. Markus watches bemused as Bodean pulls down on the pony's bottom lip. Why is he doing this?
"Markus, come and look at this." Bodean invites. "I think you'll find this interesting and it's something you need to know."
Markus peers at the pony's lip and he is surprised to see there an indecipherable - at least to him - series of small letters and numbers tattooed in black.
"What are they, Bodean?" he asks. "I can't make sense of them."
"They tell us a lot about the pony, Markus. From them we can see what year the pony was born - remember ponies don't have individual birthdays and they all share January 01 as a common birthday - the year it was enslaved and the reason for its enslavement; in this pony's case it was for falsifying a tax return. Also included is its 'slave identification number' as allocated by the court. These are tattooed on the convicted immediately after enslavement and before I take delivery of them. They are most important in identifying a slave as your property."
"I had no idea this happened."
"It's a good system, Markus. A slave is discreetly marked without it being disfigured by an ugly, visual tattoo. And it leaves its body free for its owner's branding iron. But as you can see, this pony already wears our "TR" brand on its ass."
"Do you brand all your ponies, Bodean?"
"Yes Markus it's done as a matter of course. It serves to authenticate an animal as one of ours and it also advertises the high quality of our livestock."
Markus listens attentively as Bodean interprets the letters and numbers tattooed on the inside of the pony's bottom lip and once it is explained to him it all makes sense. The numbers confirm that Kip is aged twenty and was enslaved for falsely claiming taxation benefits. Markus is pleased to know that the pony's crime wasn't of a violent nature. Indeed one has only to look at the pony to know that he isn't of that disposition. Kip gives the appearance of being both tamed and well-trained.
"Markus, have the pony close its mouth by touching the ......."
Markus anticipates what he has to do and taps the pony's left jaw. Immediately Kip closes his mouth and stands passively in the display position.
"Good man, Markus!" Bodean exclaims. "You're fast learning how to use the crop. What I'll do shortly is to leave you alone with the pony and you can evaluate it at your leisure. Before I do that however, I'll release the pony's cock so that you can appraise it. And after you've done that, I'll have one of my boys show you how to harness the pony to a cart and you can take it for a test-run just to get a feel for its pulling power. How does that sound to you, Markus?"
Markus watches as Bodean removes the cage from the pony and pulls down on its newly released pecker to emphasize its length and thickness. Markus is delighted to see that the pony is well-endowed and has good sized balls. Markus decides the pony looks more natural with its genitals hanging loose and his hands itch to heft those balls and to stroke the cock to erection. Therefore, Bodean's offer to leave him alone while he inspects Kip is a most welcome one.
"That sounds good to me Bodean but are there any limits on my inspections? Are there things I can't do?"
"Apart from damaging or injuring the pony there are no limits, Markus. But I suggest you don't fuck it ... just yet!" Bodean laughs. "Save that as its reward for after you have returned from your test drive."
Bodean's suggestion that he can fuck Kip is welcome and one that Markus will certainly take up.
"Markus, before I leave you alone with the pony, I'll just run you through some more crop commands. If you want the pony to spread its legs just tap the inside of its thighs. If you want it to masturbate just flick its balls once and to pause or stop it from masturbating flick its balls twice. That way you can test its staying power. Now tap its belly button if you will?"
Markus is gaining more confidence by the minute and, truthfully, he is enjoying controlling the pony solely through his use of the crop. The thought flashes through his mind that he'll need to buy his own crop to use on Kip. For there is no longer any doubt in his mind that he'll buy this pony.
Deftly, as he taps its navel, the pony turns and presents its back to him. Markus savors the broad shoulders and strong, muscular back tapering down to a trim, narrow waist. And he salivates at the sight of the curvaceous ass cheeks supported astride two long, powerful legs and divided by a deep crevasse. What seductive delights lie hidden within the mysterious depths of that ass crack? Markus wonders and he is determined to find out!
"Markus, spread its legs and then tap its ass!" Bodean's words interrupt Markus's lustful thoughts.
Markus reaches between the pony's legs and taps its inner thighs. Obediently, Kip spaces his legs as far apart as the shackles on his ankles allow and waits on Markus's next unspoken command which follows immediately. At the tap of Markus's crop on its ass, the pony bends at the waist until its head is at knee height.
Poor Markus! At the sight of Kip's opened ass crack and low hanging balls, his cock jerks wilfully within the crumpled folds of his undergarments and he's aware that he is leaking badly. But this no longer bothers him. After all, the Tollivers don't stand on ceremony and the three sons are still naked - albeit with their monstrous peckers now at rest - as they go about cleaning up the pony, Jerry and shackling it in an adjacent stall. With that done, all three stand and watch as he works with Kip.
"Now Markus, tap its ass twice!"
Markus does so and is instantly rewarded as the pony reaches behind and, taking an ass cheek in each hand, pulls them obscenely apart. Momentarily, Markus is rendered speechless by the lewd sight of the pony's puckering, striated asshole surrounded by its silky, golden hair. It pulses in time with the pony's rapid heartbeats and nervous breathing and, with the buttocks spread as widely apart as is possible, Markus notes the lighter color within the ass-canyon's depths which contrasts deliciously with the rosy- red anus and the deeper, golden tan of the pony's buttocks.
"WHOAEEE!!!!!"
Cooter's loud holler echoes throughout the stables and startles the chained occupants of the stalls.
"This boy's got a great ass," Cooter tells no one in particular, "and it's one helluva fuck too."
Markus looks at Cooter and his brothers. All three are massively erect once more - and Markus marvels at their quick recovery rate - but considering his own enduring state of arousal, he's not surprised. The pony's ass is having that effect on them all. Why, even Bodean can't hide his erection which prominently tent-poles the front of his denims.
"Tap his ass twice more!" Bodean speaks in a low, husky voice.
Markus does so and the pony releases it ass-cheeks but remains bent double.
"Markus, there's one more lesson you need to learn before we leave you alone to inspect the pony. And that's how to use your crop to welt a pony's ass."
"Is that necessary, Bodean?"
"Yes it is Markus. The pony needs to feel the bite of your crop to know that you are in charge of it. And it will have more respect for you once you have placed a couple of stripes on its ass."
Markus salivates at the thought of using the crop on the young pony but doesn't want to appear too eager to the Tollivers.
"I'm not sure if I know how to, Bodean."
"I'll do it if you like, Pa." Cooter volunteers. "Let me do it Pa?"
"It's best if Markus does it, Cooter." Bodean replies. "He needs the practice more than you. And you can bide your time; there'll be other ponies whose asses need whipping. Markus, just stand behind the pony and take aim. The idea is to carefully lay a stripe across both ass-cheeks. And don't worry that you'll damage it. The pony will feel it of course, but no lasting damage will be done to it."
Markus positions himself with his feet apart behind the pony and tests the crop by swishing it through the air without it actually making contact with Kip's naked flesh. He does this several times and, with each test, his confidence grows. To be truthful, Markus savors the idea of applying the crop to the pony. Kip is bent double and his smooth, as yet, unmarked ass presents Markus with an inviting target. Markus salivates at the sight of the pony's ass quivering in anticipation of the inevitable pain it knows must follow.
Then, summoning all his arm's strength, Markus swings the crop in a wide arc to make contact with the pert, upturned ass. The stable's silence is broken by the thwack of leather striking naked flesh and is followed immediately by Kip's involuntary gasp of pain. Markus watches as momentarily, the stripe's indent shows white against the deep tan of the pony's buttocks before turning an angry red color.
Markus relishes his new power over the helpless slave. This experience is exposing dormant feelings of domination - or is it sadism - of which Markus was previously unaware. He's always been an assertive person and this is recognized by his work colleagues and those unfortunate enough to work under his supervision. In the work place he has a reputation of being a "hard man to work for". And he's always enjoyed this reputation.
But his use of the crop on the hapless Kip is very different to the workplace. There, an employee can argue or dispute with him - and some do although to no avail - but Kip, the slave hasn't that right and must just submit meekly and obediently to his authority.
"Fuck, this feels so good!" Markus thinks to himself and, mustering all his strength, he once more lays his crop across the pony's ass with such force that it staggers forward under the momentum of the blow. And he feels greater satisfaction at the pony's loud yelp of pain.
And within the tight constraints of his underwear, his cock grows ever more impatient and in demand of urgent attention.
"Well done, Markus. Your lessons are finished! And you handled the crop as well as any man I've seen." Bodean congratulates Markus. "Now it's time we left you alone to get on with your inspection of the pony. And once that's done, I'll have Saggory show you how to put the pony in harness and hitch it to a cart so that you can take it on a test run. Are you happy with that, Markus?"
"I'm more than happy, thank you Bodean. I do welcome the chance to examine the pony in my own time."
"Good, then we'll leave you alone, Markus. Take all the time you need to evaluate the pony. There's no hurry. And one of us will be on hand close by should you need any help in handling it. But as I said earlier, this pony is sweet-natured and I don't think it will give you any trouble now that it knows you can use the crop as well as any of us can. Good luck and I don't think you'll be disappointed."
Bodean adds hopefully.
To be continued .......