MY NEW SLAVE By Pete Brown.
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Part Five
For the next two days I used Steve as my pony for almost the entire day as I toured my estate, and never failed to have Dan sitting close to me in the trap both to increase the load on Steve and to let him see how Dan was now so firmly in my favour. Our battle of wills continued as Steve simply did not perform totally willingly - he responded to the commands like "run on" and "trot" and "whoa!", but at every opportunity he had he appeared to try to make my life awkward, by not stopping exactly in the middle of the steps up to the mansion, for example. In turn, I drove him with a firm hand - a very firm hand - and his back and butt was soon covered with the fine lines that the carriage whip yields, and frequently I had to hit him so hard that the skin was broken and there would be a thin streak of blood. Fortunately the wounds from a carriage whip are not deep, and so I knew I was not damaging the skin permanently as would be the case with a bull whip, and that after a week or so once the scabs had formed and fallen off, his skin would be a delight to touch again.
I also decided to let him see how tough life could be by ordering the stable overseer to keep Steve's hands cuffed behind him at night - loosely, as I did not want to damage his muscles, but with insufficient chain between the cuffs to allow him to reach around to his dick - so that he was unable to jerk off. By the end of the third day like this, Steve was almost continuously erect, not just from the action of the cinch ring, but because his dick was used to being jerked off two or three times a day normally. Now, in addition to the sheen of the slave oil on his pelt and the sweat from his labours, he usually had a jewel of pre-cum hanging from the tip of his dick, too, and I knew that this must be embarrassing for him. And at night, lying there chained in his stall, I thought he must be endlessly frustrated as he could see and hear the drays in their stall, and the mowing ponies in theirs, all having their regular healthy sex.
If only he had had the good sense to simply buckle down and behave properly, I would have relented and let him resume his normal work as, in truth, I was missing our exercise sessions. And whilst Dan was satisfactory in bed, I was tiring of his relatively skinny ass and felt the need for the muscular excitement that Steve's butt always brought to me - especially with that underlying tension that was always in the air as the strong man subjugated himself to me slightly unwillingly
No doubt the denial of sexual relief, the constant humiliation of a trained personal trainer having to work as a pony, and the unpleasant whippings to which he was subject would have brought Steve to heel in another day or so, but as usual fate interrupted and I needed to fly to Los Angeles for a meeting with a Japanese consortium who wanted to discuss a major opportunity in Australia with me. Steve usually accompanies me on these trips as I relish having him with me at the expensive hotel I use in Beverly Hills - although the slaves they make available there (including dedicated ones in the suite I take) are "perfect", they are perfect in that very Californian surf-muscle-beach-beautiful kind of way, and they all have the same muscled bodies, the same perfect teeth, blue eyes, and so on. I tire of them very quickly as they are almost "clones", and prefer the more rugged natural body of Steve. It also shows the other guests that I am discerning and rich, as I care enough about my own comfort to pay the outrageous charges they make for lodging a personal slave there even though he is of course sharing my suite.
Still, I could hardly give Steve a "holiday" in the present circumstances, could I? And he does treat these trips as something like that, lounging around in the sun on the balcony all day whilst I am at meetings (and, I suspect, fucking some of the regular hotel slaves as their boring perfection is a little to his taste!). He had to be left behind therefore and whilst his would in itself be a punishment for him, one which could be made worse if he saw me taking Dan to this favourite spot of his, I had a better idea.
I called Dan into my study and told him that I would be away for a number of days, and put Steve in his charge! I saw Dan look puzzled, and went on "You know that I am punishing him by using him as my pony... Well, in my absence, you are to use him in the same way."
I saw a flicker of interest go across Dan's face, but he was learning the ways of slavedom and quickly reverted to a blank expression, but not quickly enough to fool a very experienced master like me. "Do not think, however, that life for Steve will be easy in my absence! I am putting you in charge of him, and I expect you to treat him as I have been doing recently.
In fact, I will give orders to the stable overseer that Steve is to be kept chained in his stall when he is not exercising with you, and that exercise is always to be with him shackled in the trap; you know how he hates to be idle... and unless you are running him in the trap, he will be tethered in the stables. He will remain with the bit locked in place so that you and he may not converse, and, more importantly, the stable overseer will be instructed that only you are to feed him: it will do him good to have a young man like you forcing the feeder down his throat and winding the handle to stuff his food into him. And if you do not do it, he will go hungry."
"Please, sir, don't make me do that... Let Steve and me run properly, let him eat..."
"Silence! I will not have slaves arguing with me, and begging me for favours. Now, I have made myself clear - you are to exercise him, and feed him, and on my return I will inspect his back and butt and if there are no traces of blood, I will know that you will not have been exercising him sufficiently hard. So you will need to be prepared to use the whip. In fact, you can load sacks of fertiliser into the trap and get Steve to run up and down between here and the packing sheds to really make it worthwhile to use it as he will be physically struggling with the hill."
"I can't whip him, sir, please..."
"Nonsense! Of course you can. And you will. If Steve is not bleeding on my return, I will know you have not exercised him sufficiently, in direct defiance of my orders. It would be too easy then for me to punish you.... But I will instead meet out to Steve the punishment that you would then deserve, in addition to that which he would have missed.... You will no doubt recall the additional cane strokes you caused him the last time you disobeyed me...."
Dan looked uncertain, worried, but at last muttered "Yes, sir."
"Good! I am glad you are not as stupid as Steve, to try to defy me. But remember, you will not know when I am returning, and so you will need to keep him fully stretched as you drive around, at all times."
I made a gesture of dismissal and, strode out to the car to take me to the airport.
On my return from my trip - which had taken four days, more than I had planned as the Japanese were up to their usual wily tricks and had to be shamed into doing the right thing once their duplicity had been revealed - I did some work in my study until I saw the trap approaching the mansion at a respectable speed. Dan was clearly unaware of my return as he came into the mansion for a cooling drink, and was genuinely surprised to see me.
I went outside and saw that he had indeed done as I ordered - there were sacks of fertiliser in the trap, and Steve was standing there with the sweat literally dripping off him as it was a warm, humid afternoon. It was trickling in little rivulets down his heaving chest as his lungs continued to suck in air, ran across his flat belly and down his dick to drip slowly to the ground, as if he was dribbling after a piss. I looked at him, and ran my hand lightly over his back and was gratified to feel him wince as my fingers disturbed the web of fine whip lines still there, and when I pulled my hand away my fingers were tinged with blood most satisfactorily.
Steve, who at first, I thought, had seemed pleased to see me, was now scowling.
Dan came around the corner at that point holding one of the hoses used to water the shrub containers on the terrace, and was about to put the end in Steve's mouth when I stopped him.
"But sir, I was only giving Steve a drink - the hose is the only way...."
"Oh leave him. He's only a pony, and it will do him good to wait until he gets back to the stables. I don't want water spilled all around here, and the way he's dripping sweat everywhere is already distasteful."
As I said this I pulled Dan towards me and kissed him, very forcibly with my tongue deep down his throat. I pulled out and said, so that Steve could hear me "I had a tiring time in Los Angeles and the sex was mechanically perfect with the hotel slaves, but unexciting. The plane journey as tedious, too - come on upstairs so I can use your ass..."
Steve's scowl turned to a look of frustration as he knew what he'd been missing, and saw further evidence of Dan usurping "his" place. I was pleased by this, but the next moment my anger almost visibly flared as Dan said "I'll be right with you, sir - I'll just take Steve back to the stables so he can drink and rest - this was the last run of the day..."
"Leave him! How dare you put the needs of a slave above my requirements!", I snapped. "Get upstairs and get naked... NOW!". I looked at Steve and said "And you - stay there! Don't go sneaking off to the stables, as I might want to go off for a quick tour of the estate after I've used Dan, and changed."
Dan was not used to the sheer ferocity with which I took him. I pushed him onto the bed, commanded him to kneel on his hands and knees then tore off his shorts.
I did not bother to undress completely, as I was in such a hurry to fuck him, and simply let my pants fall to the floor and stood there and fucked him with my shirt and tie still on. It didn't take me long, but as I was finishing I heard the first claps of thunder - the weather had been vaguely threatening since I had arrived back, and now one of those sudden storms which we can experience down here broke out.
After I'd showered and changed into my favourite jeans and a comfortable polo shirt, I looked out of the window at the storm an the rain cascading out of the sky. There, to my surprise, was Steve standing with his head bowed, in the trap, at the font door just as I'd left him. I know I criticised him once before for moving when he had not been given permission, but I was simply amazed at his staying there as the storm beat his body. You probably know how unpleasant it is when it starts to rain when you're at the pool, and in general slaves hate working naked as the rain falls on them - not only do the drops sting the skin, but it makes you very cold as it's rather like taking an extended icy cold shower. What was gong on outside now though wasn't just rain, but a real proper storm, with a strong wind lashing the icy deluge over Steve.
I knew it must be hurting him, and chilling him to the marrow, and could see that this was another strategy of his in our battle of wills. I strode down the stairs, calling for Dan to follow me, snatched my heavy rain cape an broad-brimmed hat from the coat rack in the hallway, and got into the trap. Dan stood there, his slave T and shorts completely wet through in seconds, and I snapped at him to get beside me, and then wrapped the cape around him so that his quivering body was pressed right against mine. "Ride on!", I called to Steve above the noise of the storm, and I could see he had a terrible time making any headway against the sheer fury of the wind and rain that was now lashing us.
It was just too bad to go on a long ride, and so I contented myself with a turn around the house, and then directed Steve to the stables. The stables overseer rushed up as we arrived, bringing me a towel to dry myself, as even with the heavy storm cape the weather had been so violent that I had got wet. Steve stood there, the water running off him, and shivering miserably with the cold.
"Give me a riding crop!", I snapped, and then the stables overseer handed me the one I usually use when out hunting on my real hunter, I went over to Steve and slashed at his butt, four times. He leapt into the air with each stroke and cried out, his cries of pain and outrage muffled still by the bit. Dan was looking at me in amazement, and I said to him "This pony is still not performing properly, and needed to be punished. A pony that was concerned for his master's goods would have pulled the trap along, under the shelter of the porch... Instead of exposing it to the storm."
"But sir, when Steve moved the other day, without your instructions, you punished him then. It seems he's punished if he moves ,and punished if he does not..."
"How dare you criticise me! Watch your manners, or you will be the next one for punishment. The two cases were entirely different - in the first, Steve moved for his own comfort and convenience. Today, he wilfully stood there in the storm, exposing his body and the trap to possible damage. He is not a stupid slave, so the risks to my property should have been clear... But he chose to ignore them, and he is being punished for it."
I could see Steve now looking defiantly at me as he continued to shiver violently - remember, he could not even sluice the water off his body, or rub his hands over himself to warm up as he was shackled to the trap - so I knew he knew I had seen through his scheme to make me feel guilty for the suffering he was undoubtedly experiencing. But such scheming needed to be trumped, and he needed to learn where the real power lay.
"How is Sven?", I demanded of the stable overseer.
"He has been exercising, sir, and is ready to resume duties. I had planned to ask you how you wished to proceed, with both Sven and Steve available to pull your trap..."
"Let me see him."
The overseer rapped an order and seconds later Sven stood in front of me, as handsome as ever and every inch of him the perfect pony. I commanded him to turn around and even reached up and stroked his "mane" - the long blond hair that I allowed to grow from his Mohican down to this shoulders.
"Is your foot completely recovered? Could you pull me, even if it was all day, on an extended tour of the estate?"
Sven was of course properly trained, and even though he was not wearing a bit, did not even consider speaking, but instead nodded vigorously.
"Excellent!". I turned to the stable overseer and told him to unshackle Steve from the trap, and then to place him back to back with Sven, their butts and shoulder blades touching, so I could consider them.
It's a good plan if you're looking for a comparison of slaves to have them stand like that - not only do the slaves tend to resent it as they don't like their naked skin in contact with each other, but it does make it easy to make a comparison from the side. As I looked at the two men now I could see that even though Steve was a big man, Sven was bigger - an inch or two taller, and that additional length coming in the legs as his butt was fractionally above Steve's. Well, I suppose you'd expect that, as in buying and training him as a pony an owner would naturally select a slave with longer than average legs.
"Turn around!", I commanded. "And you, Sven get an erection - I wish to compare your dicks, and Steve is already hard. Stand close, now."
Sven stroked himself hard very quickly, and the two men stood facing each other. I put my hand on Sven's butt, enjoying the feeling of owning this delicious warm muscle, and pushed him gently forward, until the tip of Sven's dick was just touching the area of skin above Steve's (remember, he was now totally shaved in that area).
"See", I said to Dan. "Sven is not only taller than Steve, but he has a longer dick, His tip is stabbing at Steve's , whereas Steve can't reach Sven." I knew this would be hurtful to Steve, as he likes to think he 's got a big dick. Well, he has - it's beautifully in proportion to his body and way above average for men as a whole. But still it wasn't as big as Sven's, and now he knew that we all had that proof of it. I moved over to where the two men stood in such intimate proximity, and curled my fingers around both their dicks. Sven's felt warm and delightful to the touch, but Steve's was distinctly cold. I could almost feel the palpable excitement in the two men as their breathing deepened, to the extent that their swelling chests almost touched each other. Gripping their dicks tightly together, I began to stroke them.
As you may remember I had given orders for Steve's arms to be cuffed at night so that he was unable to jerk himself off, and now, at the feel of my fingers, and of Sven's dick pressed against the entire length of his, he started to moan, a moan audible through his bit. I could feel his excitement mount, as his dick, which had already been totally erect, now seemed to swell just that little bit extra. And then he gave a loud moan and I felt his dick begin to pulse.
Steve pumped the most enormous load of cum I've ever seen out, all over Sven's balls and thighs, but, like a well trained pony, especially one who is so close to his master, Sven just stood there. "Disgusting animal!", I snapped at the watching men in general, and "Give me that towel to cleanse my fingers...", to the stables overseer.
As I wiped my hands, I rapped out a string of orders to the overseer... "Have the double pull shafts attached to the trap before tomorrow morning - I will use both slaves in tandem in my trap. Let them live in the same stall, but after that disgusting display from Steve you no longer need to keep him cuffed - just shackled in place, as usual. You can remove the training bit from him as he has a role model in Sven to see how to behave, but keep it ready, hung on their stall, as a reminder to him that it can be replaced easily if he fails to remain silent. Have both of them outside in the morning, as I intend to inspect the estate...."
I turned to go, but the stables overseer called out "Shall we remove the cinch ring, sir, if you want the two ponies to look alike?"
"No... Although Sven is used to running totally naked and is used to the strain on his dick and balls, Steve is not. So he can keep the cinch ring for the time being as I do not wish him to suffer unnecessarily. Although I do not suppose he will be properly grateful to me for this kindness."
"Sir, in the same stall, the ponies will almost certainly engage in sex...."
"So be it."
With that I left, spent a rather unsatisfactory evening watching a movie on TV, buggered Dan as we retired, but then decided not to let him share my bed as I wanted to lie still and not have his body moving and thrashing against mine in the night.
The following morning as we showered I told Dan to make sure he had his most comfortable running shoes on as I wanted him to jog along beside the ponies as we went around the estate, and I intended to be out most of the day. After breakfasting I went outside and there they were, side by side in the shafts of the trap, with Steve's left wrist shackled to it, as was Sven's right, and with a cuff joining Steve's right wrist to Sven's left. Both slaves stood there stiff and proud, but there was something odd about their body language and the stance they were adopting. The stables overseer hurried up to me, and gave me the news. "I'm sorry, sir, but the ponies are just not looking in peak condition...."
They looked pretty good to me, their pelts glistening with their application of slave oil, but as I got closer I could see signs of bruising on each of them, and when I got around to the front, both ponies were sporting black eyes, and Steve's lip was all puffed up. There was more bruising all over their torsos, and as I looked at their hands gripping the shafts, I could see skin had been abraded from the knuckles and they were red raw.
"I'm sorry, sir...", the stables overseer went on, "But these two stallions started to fight the moment we shackled them in their stall..."
"Didn't you break them up?"
"Yes, sir, and disciplined them with some strokes of the crop. But once we'd left, they began again. Frankly, sir, I judged it best to leave them to it - it's my experience with ponies, especially really fit stallions like these two, that they need to work out their own hierarchy. It's just the same when we introduce a new dray into the team - even with slaves who are a lot less physical than these there can be a lot of fighting until the 'pecking order' re-establishes itself. I judged it best to let Sven and Steve work out who was going to be top dog, who was going to fuck who... And you did say they could engage in sex..."
I looked at Steve and Sven, both bruised, both glaring. "Which one fucked the other?", I asked the stable overseer.
"We don't know, sir, As we said, we left them to it as stallions need to work these things out for themselves. And this morning they were both pretty battered... We've cleaned them up as well as we could, but there's nothing for it, I'm afraid, except to wait for the bruising to disappear... Fortunately the County Fair isn't until next month, so if you want to exhibit them, there's not a problem..."
I smiled to myself, and went and stood by Steve and slipped my hand between his powerful thighs, allowing it to explore upwards. He flinched as my fingers brushed his hole, which felt moist and puffy.
"So, Steve, it seems a s if that monster dick of Sven's found its mark last night!" Before he had a chance to say something (I really did not want to have to strike him for speaking), I moved swiftly over to Sven and carried out the same examination, His ass was tight and firm, and he made a soft snuffling noise as I probed his pucker, which was very tight indeed. "So, Sven, you're the lead stallion, it seems.... I must say, I am a bit surprised, as Steve does not normally want to feel another man's dick pleasuring his ass...."
Sven was too well trained to reply, but he nodded enthusiastically. I must confess I was a bit surprised, as Steve was after all a strong, trained marine who had been taught hand to hand combat. But then, Seven was those couple of inches taller, and, perhaps more importantly, was only twenty five or so - I guess the additional strength of a younger man, especially when Sven had not been working all day and was not battered from the storm, had given him the edge. Still, it was an interesting development, and whilst I was not overjoyed to think that Sven's huge dick would now be ploughing Steve's ass and stretching its agreeable tightness, it would be a good lesson to Steve to see that he could be humbled in this way.
All day as we drove around the estate I made sure that I treated Sven as the "lead" pony, addressing orders to him if I spoke at all, and patting him affectionately on his butt to say "well done" when we got back to the stables, whilst mostly ignoring Steve.
And I continued this strategy for three more days, putting up with the inconvenience of only having Dan to fuck in the evenings (well that's not strictly true, as there were always the waiters and so on, and I could have had a nigga from one of the work coffles cleaned up if I'd really wanted a muscular ass, but I dislike gross changes in my routine).
That weekend the weather was agreeably warm and sunny,
and I drove into town to get my haircut once more, noting with satisfaction that this time Steve did not appear to be as embarrassed as he had been before - or perhaps it was that seeing Sven standing there naked and unashamed, he knew that he needed to do the same to avoid looking foolish. I'd decided to make Dan run instead of sitting beside me as the trap is not that wide, and I prefer to be able to move around freely, and on the way home I noticed his T and shorts were really wet with huge patches of sweat very visible. I toyed with the idea of having him strip and run naked too, but then considered that it might detract from the feelings that Steve was experiencing if none of them was clothed. But we had time before lunch, and were passing the "swimming hollow", and so I decided to give the lad a treat.
Although we have a magnificent pool at the mansion, sometimes in the heat of summer it's fun instead to go down to this swimming hole - a natural lake on the estate that I have not had drained and filled in. There's something almost sensual about lying in the shallows with the sandy bottom underneath you, the reeds all around, and the wildlife fluttering and splashing. I stopped the trap, and asked Dan if he'd like a dip - he enjoys swimming, and in turn I enjoy seeing his body in action.
He threw off his clothes and ran into the water, and swam out into the lake, then turned to wave at me as he trod water. The ponies stood there, sweat running off them, and so I went over and uncuffed them and told them they could go into the water, too. Steve at once ran across the narrow beach and executed a perfect running dive, then thrashed out to Dan, and the two of them raced back to the shore. Sven was much slower, though, and hesitatingly and tentatively stayed in the shallows, making a feeble attempt to swim.
I called out "Come on, Sven! The exercise is good for your arms. I know you've got powerful legs, but it wouldn't hurt you to exercise your arms, too...."
To my surprise, Sven hesitated, and normally he's such an obedient pony. Then I saw Steve swim over and say something, and then Steve put his arm around Sven and carried on talking, and I could see Sven shaking his head, and then Steve pointing at me and saying something, and this dialogue continued until Sven started to slowly - and badly - swim out more, with Steve splashing around alongside, shouting things at him. In the middle, where Dan was still floating around and treading water, the two men stopped, and I realised that Steve was helping Sven stay afloat! I then knew what had happened: Sven was evidently not a strong swimmer, and didn't want to go right out; Steve had argued with him, pointing out that it was my orders, then swam alongside him encouraging him, and now was holding him afloat, giving him the confidence to stay there in the deep water.
After a few minutes both men swam slowly back, Steve "pacing" Sven, and they climbed out of the water and Steve again put his arm around Sven! This was a real turn up for the book, as I understood from the stables overseer that Sven was still vigorously fucking Steve every night, and that Steve was still resisting and suffering the consequences in terms of bruising and the general soreness when a man takes you forcibly, rather than willingly.
I had some papers to work on in the afternoon, but later, in the early evening took a stroll to the stables before dinner. Ostensibly it was to take a look at my hunters as the local hunt was meeting the following day, but as I walked in I surreptitiously cast a look into Steve and Sven's stall, expecting to see them sitting on opposite sides of it. Instead, they were sitting right next to each other, with their arms intertwined, and they seemed to be whispering (there's no prohibition on ponies using speech when "off duty" - it's only forbidden when they're working).
When I got back from the hunt the following day, very tired and with my whole body aching from the really hard work of being in the saddle for hours, I again saw the two men in close proximity, and asked the stables overseer about it.
"It seems that Sven hates the water, sir, and it was never a problem until you ordered them both to swim the other day. He hates it as he's not a strong swimmer, and with all those muscles and big bones, he's not got much natural flotation, and he's worried about drowning! Steve helped him out, and that seemed to break the icy between them - instead of them ignoring each other and there being a fight every night before Sven overpowers Steve to fuck him, they're together now every minute they can be.... And at night, they can't wait to start fucking... It's good, sir - I think they're becoming proper lovers, and it will make for a much better pairing: with the County Fair coming up, you'll have an excellent chance of winning if you exhibit them, as the judges can always tell ponies who are happy and content...."
I was furious! It had been bad enough that Steve was being fucked when all I'd really wanted was to humiliate him by making him work as a pony, but I'd had to let that go and could almost justify I to myself as being part of the humiliation he was suffering. But if he was now starting to enjoy it, had found a lover.... This had to stop!
After dinner I called the stables and told them to have Steve freshly shaved, properly cleaned out inside, and lightly oiled, and then to send him over to the main house without the trap. I led him up to my bedroom, and fucked him hard - enjoying once more the feel of a powerful set of buttocks under me as I rode him to climax. Although I think he wasn't as tight as he usually was, I'm sure that it was probably my imagination as unless you're having a really prolonged session, the anal sphincter recovers very quickly, doesn't it? What was upsetting though was the fact that Steve now didn't seem to mind the presence of my dick in him - previously he'd hated being fucked, but now it didn't seem to matter as much to him.
We lay there afterwards, my head resting in the crook of his powerful arms, and I said "You can sleep in your blanket in here tonight, Steve. I've missed our training sessions and I'm reinstating them... Tomorrow morning we're back to normal..."
Never one to miss an opportunity go, Steve, sensing I was in a relatively good mood (as I usually am after I've fucked)), gently pinched at the skin on my belly.
"Yes, sir, I think you've been letting yourself go. You need proper training, sir, if you don't want to end up flabby and weak alike all the old guys..."
I smiled, and said "You're right. And I like a bit of entertainment in bed, too....". I called out to Dan, who had been watching silently, and told him to "ride" Steve's dick as Steve lay there next to me on his back. There's something special about making a slave lower his ass onto an erect dick and then do all the work in pumping himself up and down - I quite enjoy having it done to my own dick, and when I've very tired, or when I want to emphasise to Steve that he is a slave, I've sometimes made him do that. It's not was much fun seeing a slim slave like Dan pumping himself up and down and it's much harder for a big guy like Steve to have to support all his weight on his thighs as he does do, and it is of course not nearly as pleasurable when your own dick is not involved - but nevertheless it was agreeable to watch the interplay of the muscles in Dan's body as he worked away, to see the sweat start to break out on him with the exertion, and to see his dick flying up and down in synchronisation with his movements. Steve seemed to be really enjoying it, though, as one of his massive hands was stroking Dan's thighs as the lad worked away, and soon his own body started to thrust upwards, slamming in to Dan's as it came down.
Once he'd climaxed and I'd told Dan to get and shower, Steve seemed troubled, though. "Hey, didn't you enjoy that?", I queried.
"Sir, thank you, sir. It was good to have slave Dan ride my dick, sir.
"Good. Now, perhaps I'll let you stay next to me, as you're agreeably warm and I've missed feeling hard muscle these past couple of weeks.
Steve was quiet for a moment or to, and then began, very hesitantly "After we've exercised, sir... Tomorrow.... Can I go back and work with Sven?"
"He's in the trap."
"Yes, sir. Can I work with him, sir?"
"Certainly not! You're my personal trainer, and you need to be on hand around me, all the time, in case I need you. And I don't want you in the stables, getting fucked... We'll go back to the old system, when I'm the only one who fucks you...."
"Sir, please, sir.... Can't I spend even a little time with Sven?"
"No."
"Sir, please..."
I rolled over so I was lying on his chest, reached down and grabbed his cinched balls, and looked him straight in the eye. "Listen, and listen well, Steve.
You're a slave. My personal trainer. And you do what I tell you! And you do it without argument."
"Your attitude when young Dan arrived was far from satisfactory, and your time in the stables was a punishment. Now I have taken you out of the stables, and restored you to a privileged position as my personal trainer, you should be grateful."
He looked slightly ashamed. "But Sven, sir... He was so lonely.... And he and I really like each other..."
I squeezed his balls, making him almost cry with pain, a cry which he suppressed as he hates to be thought to be weak. "You are my slave, Steve, and don't forget that. You are to be totally focussed on my needs, and I will not have you concerned about other slaves."
"But sir..."
I squeezed again. "One more word out of you, Steve, and I'll see if a spell working with the niggas in the field coffles wouldn't be a good ideas to re-focus you. And, what's more, I do not want to see even the slightest hint of the sullen displays and insolent mental disobedience that I saw last time. If there's any of that at all, I'll sell Sven as you're taken off to the coffles, and that will be an end of it."
I lay against his body all night, enjoying the firm strength of it, and at about three a.m. I even played with his erect dick as it pushed at my skin, causing him to stir in his sleep and a small jewel of pre-cum to make my hand agreeably slimy. And the next morning the "old" Steve was there as we ran, indeed he seemed to be almost overcompensating as I was so much more exhausted than usual when we got back to the mansion. I caught him giving Sven a hopeless shrug of his shoulders when we went out for an inspection of the estate, with Steve and Dan trotting alongside "as in the old days", and to tell you the truth, I was so glad to have things back to normal that when we returned to the stables I called the stables overseer over.
"I've been thinking.... It's hard on ponies like Sven, who are always alone. It's OK for the drays, who have the rest of their team, and the mower ponies who are in the same stall, but a powerful pony like Sven needs to be kept n shape with more sex. So I've decided that you don't need to shackle him at night... He can be allowed to visit the drays and the mowers, if he wishes."
And I l looked at Steve and went on "And when I'm away on a trip when I haven't taken you with me, you are allowed to come over here and fuck the ponies, if you like - you need to keep in practice, too."
End Of Part Five.