This story is completely fictional. It is about the relationship between me and multiple guys and horses. Many forms and fetishes of bondage will be used as well as severe punishment. Many twists, turns, and surprises are in store. This is a multi-chapter story after this one you might have to read the ones before it to understand what is happening. I do a recall in the first paragraph after this one, the highlights of what went on in the previous chapter. A full list of names and characters is available, but the names of the characters in each chapter are mentioned before I begin that chapter. If your name is used it is coincidental and the characters were based on the personality of Masters, Sir's, boys, slaves, horses, girls, and women I have known. I Have full permission from these personalities in the before sentence to use them however I want. A few of the characters are minors, but they do not participate in any sex acts. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason you should not read this story and should instead leave right away.
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Character list:
Mike: A lean fit muscular guy in his forties.
Master Rick: A lean fit muscular owner of a ranch and horse herd in his mid fifties.
Master Wes: Same as Master Rick but a bit younger, does ranch and real estate.
Bazooka: The lead stallion of the ranch
THE TRUCK BREAKDOWN #1
I was driving to the coast in my truck and was in the countryside and about 15 miles from my destination when a strange noise started and black smoke came out of the rear end. I quickly checked my gauges and my oil light came on. I knew my engine would seize up well before town and I did not see anyone in either direction.
I did see a farm coming into view and pulled in there. It was not modern but not old either. I saw horses and they all looked in healthy condition. As I pulled up a guy came out of the barn and he was like me in the middle fifties. He had the lean look and the muscles of a farmer. He came over and as I got out of the truck he said hi I am Rick the owner of this farm. I also have a ranch hand named Wes. Wes is in town getting supplies at this moment but what is wrong with your truck? I explained about the oil problem and we looked under the truck and oil was leaking from the engine. Rick thought for a moment and pulled out his cell phone and dialed Wes to go to the small auto garage and have the mechanic come out and tow the truck in and look at it.
Rick looked at me and said do you have someone to call and I said no, I was single and was on a week's vacation and no one was expecting me to call for a week at best. I noticed a small smile on Rick's face but I think he noticed my eyes looking at his muscles. I mentioned to Rick that I was into farm animals especially horses. I also mentioned that my family came from farms that had 30 shire horses.
As a gift to me from my grandfather he gave me in sealed bags the pedigree of each horse and the stallions that were standing. I checked with the registry on line last summer and there the names of all horses that my grandfather owned. He knew I was a horse lover and knew that the paperwork would stay well preserved. He passed on a few months later and the horses sold to other farmers and I had provided copies of the paperwork to all the new owners.
Rick smiled as I explained that I liked ranch work but do not own my own horse. I rode as time allowed and competed in English and western shows and did well enough. Hard part in using a riding club horses that you had to share mounts. Rick nodded in agreement. We heard a truck drive up and we met the tow driver. I explained about the oil leak and he would take the truck in and call back later with an estimate. I asked Rick if I could stay here and help out with whatever since I was on vacation for a full week and he smiled and said okay. He called Wes to let him know that I was going to stay until my truck was repaired.
I unloaded my stuff and I watched the truck disappear and Rick showed me around the barn. The barn was attached to a building that had a riding arena with jumps in a corner. I asked Rick how can you afford all of this and Rick replied that he won a lottery and everything was paid for. Wes does side real estate when he needs some money for trips or to pay for the vet and food for the animals. The horses are well trained but need exercising.
I asked Rick about the brace on his leg and he said that he twisted it a day ago and would not be able to ride. I asked if I could and he asked about how I rode. I explained about pleasure riding sometimes with and without a saddle. Most of the time without and in the summertime just in gym shorts. He smiled in an interesting way as if forming a plan. He would let me ride all his horses. And he would train me in the special ways that his horses responded to verbal and body movement cues to do the special moves like gallop and trot in place and travel sideways without forward and backward movements.
Rick invited me in to the house to have some lunch. The place was well kept and the kitchen had equipment for parties. He showed me a spare room where I would stay and I dropped off my stuff. We heard a truck drive up and we went to meet Wes and carry the supplies in. There also was feed for the barn but we would do that after lunch. Wes looked about my age with the same muscle build but slightly bigger. Rick's phone rang and it was the auto shop. The mechanic said that was good I found help quickly as the motor would have seized up with a few more minutes of running. I told him that he could fix the problem and I would pick it up in a day or two. I handed the phone to Rick and he talked quietly to the mechanic so I could not hear to get the parts but delay for six days to install them and hung up. If I was to call, say the parts have not shown up
We finished lunch and started unloading the truck of feed. Since it was warm I took off my shirt so I could work better. Rick and Wes noticed how lean I was and how my muscles rippled. Once done Rick showed me the garage. I stopped in my tracks as I saw a 1965 Shelby convertible midnight blue with white stripes. You like it said Rick? I answered with passion I have never seen such a beautiful car.
We walked on and went to see the horses. We walked behind the barn to the pasture where the horses were grazing. I looked around at each one and said they are all beautiful and healthy. Rick asked me to walk out and raise my right hand in a fist gesture. All the horses' heads perked up and they trotted to me and nosed me. I gave them all a pat and looked them over seeing nothing wrong with them.
All but one returned to their grazing. Rick said his name was Bazooka. He is the lead stallion here and wants to sniff you. He can tell if you are aggressive or not. Hold out your hands. I did and Bazooka sniffed them and then my slightly sweaty chest. My dick started to throb up but my thong that I was wearing kept it in place. Rick said in order to fully sniff you need to drop your jeans. I agreed saying that the best way to smell a man is their groin area.
I stepped out of the jeans and thong, folded them, and gave them to Wes. I spread my legs out and pushed my nut sack and dick that was hard out without fear. Bazooka's ears perked forward and lowered his head, put his nose against my nut sack and inhaled then exhaled hard on my nuts. My dick jumped but I did not move. He licked my dick a little and my dick got even harder. Then he did the most unexpected thing, he licked my nipples and the result was I arched back and my abs started to twitch uncontrollably till he stopped. He stepped back looked at me, nickered and walked over to Rick who had both hands outstretched and touched his left hand. Rick gave him a carrot and he trotted away. I assumed that each hand was a code that both of them developed some time ago.
Rick told me to put the pants and thong back on and come with him. We went into the barn and showed me the stalls. I asked what it meant when Bazooka touched his left hand and he said that Bazooka liked me by what he saw and sniffed, that I was not aggressive, did not drink, and wanted me to ride him first later today. I could tell that was not all it meant but I wanted very much to ride such a stallion.
Rick showed me how he wanted me to do the stalls, paying attention to the shit and what to do with it. He took me to a side area to sort the shit and shavings so to put the shit in a special pile and the shavings in another so they could be dried and recycled. I found this very good.
So I got to it getting the stalls cleaned ad set while Rick watched, and then showed me the chart that each horse had on feed. Once done, Rick showed me the triangle and has me ring it. All the horses came and went to their individual stalls and started eating.
Rick said change into simple attire and we will have lunch. Since it was a warm day, I changed into my gym shorts, thong, and shoes and returned to have lunch. I ate light knowing I would ride after. We talked about horses and what experiences that I had before like riding naked without a saddle, going on horse treks, and special things that one might do with a horse.
Rick asked do you trust me? And I said yes and then he said are you gay and I also said yes with the exception of female horses. Good Rick said. What is your wildest fantasy with horses? I said there were three, one was a wild ride tied to the back with rope just tight enough to keep me secure, two being a girth strap for a western saddle and three being in a diaper filled with whatever and having my dick and nut sack tied to my neck and tied to a horse becoming one with him.
Rick thought for a moment and said what would you give to have all three come true? I thought for a moment and said I would stay here all seven days and return every weekend for a year. Rick said leave us, go to the barn, call Bazooka's name and when he comes, brush him and lock the outside door so he will stay in his stall. Wes and I will discuss what you have said. I go the barn and Bazooka was in his stall so I closed the door and he nickered at me and I gave him a hug and then started to brush him. He was clean so it took only about fifteen minutes and then I rejoined Rick and Wes.
Rick spoke saying both Wes and I are bondage Masters. I say I understand. Rick continued, you have done bondage before? I said yes Master. Are you comfortable with extreme pain as I have figured you want your nut sack, dick and nipples stretched long and hard to make them bigger thicker and stronger? I replied yes Master. In order to do this there will be no safe words, no pleads of stoppage, or any signs of being a coward unless there is real harm. Am I understood? I said yes Master.
Very well strip then. I took off what I had and folded it neatly on the table. Rick asked Wes to prepare Bazooka and some rope, gloves and the goggles. Rick said in order to test how strong willed you are, we are going to do your first fantasy right now but with a twist. I will explain in a moment.
We head to the barn to meet Master Wes, Bazooka and the gear Rick asked for. He pulls out a tiny rubber thong, puts it on me and forces my dick into a special pocket. He pulls out my nut sack and adjusts it so it does not come in contact I assume with Bazooka. Rick says tickle him under his chin, I do so and Bazooka kneels while I swing my leg over and hold onto his mane while he rises. I feel the power between my legs and it makes my dick throb hard even more but the thong holds it in place.
Rick and Wes tie a makeshift girth strap and secure my arms and legs so I cannot fall or move. The goggles are put on so to protect my eyes. Rick says you have a job to do. There is a destination that you will need to go to. It is about thirty miles away and it is an old house but a container is on a raised log so you can reach it. I will tie your hands so you can release them. What you must do is open it and pour all the contents into the thong, and return it to the log, retie your hands and say Bazooka home. Are you ready to begin?
I steady myself and say yes. Close your eyes and I do. I feel the thong opened up and I smell it before it hits and it is mineral ice. A good amount is poured in and I feel my nut sack and dick scream at me. I feel it rubbed in good and gasp at its power. Open your eyes and I look down and the thong is saturated with the mineral ice and my dick throbbing. I hear Rick say Bazooka old house. Bazooka rears up and bolts full gallop into the road behind the barn.
I have never felt such power between my legs before. I see a path and Bazooka follows it into a forest. As I see a four foot wide tree trunk, I feel him gather himself and I lean forward and we sail over it. My nut sack screams as we land and continue on. I say well done to Bazooka and he twitches an ear as if to say thank you. I am so elated I forgot about the mineral ice. We come across more trees, as if they come down from a storm, and we jump over them. Then we come to a small field and I call to Bazooka "walk" so we can rest a bit. He slows to a trot then walks while I start talking to him.
I say I know from Rick that you are a very smart horse and I can tell that you communicate very well too. I hear knickers' and continue. I know for every horse there is but one rider. I know that most horses tolerate other riders but the one rider forms a bond with the horse and rider as if they were born to be together. Both horse and rider are so in tune with each other, each anticipates the other by the slightest shift of weight or body movement. The only way to break such a bond is death. Bazooka turns his head and nods yes as if understanding what I said. I say let's stop for a minute and he does.
I look down and see my dick hard but bent into the thong and it felt like the mineral ice was still working as I felt the throbbing return. I also felt lunch ready to come out. I ask Bazooka if I could shit on his back. He nods yes. I ask him if he would help me do it, again another nod. I am ready, I need for you to half rear like fighting a snake and come down hard each time so the base of my dick gets the brunt of force and do you understand? I feel I cannot hold it any longer and after a pause say snake.
I feel him rear back about four feet and I let go as much as possible while he is on his way down. He comes down hard, compressing the base of my dick and shit between us. My nut sack screams at me as shit flies everywhere. I shit out the remainder on the second half rear. As the rearing continues and my dick bulges at each compression on Bazooka's back, I say stop, he does and I marvel at how much I shit. I pee and it makes my shit wet. Bazooka does the same.
I say bouncy trot to the old house and we trot the for awhile and the force of the trot raises my ass up a bit on each stride and comes back down and mashes whatever shit remains and my nut sack complains on every stride. We return to the forest at the end of the meadow and he shifts into a slow gallop. This part of the forest had no downed trees so we kept our pace and came out to another meadow and saw the old house at the far end.
I say let's go and in two strides he was going full tilt. I imagine it was faster than a race horse. It only took a minute and as we got closer he slowed to a trot then walk. I knew that he would need a few minutes to calm down and we walked beyond the house and was amazed at the view. We turned around and walked back to the front and there on a log was the container. We stopped right next to it and I untied my hands and opened the container.
There were two pouches and each one had a number on it. I opened the first and poured it all in. My nut sack and dick screamed again as it was more mineral ice. I gasped a little and after a moment opened the second and poured it in. I recognized it as creamed corn. I returned the pouches to the container and retied my hands. I said to Bazooka snake and he did about ten half rears making sure my nut sack was completely covered.
I ask Bazooka ready, he nods yes and I said home, gallop. He reared up fully came down hard and my nut sack screamed again in my mind and we slow galloped off a different direction and plunged into the forest.
This area of the forest was dense so we continue at a slow gallop, jumping over a tree here and there and enjoying it despite the pain in my nut sack and dick. I start to hear a noise like fast water and I called to Bazooka to walk so we can investigate and it is a small river about six feet across and moving fast. I nudge him slightly and say Bazooka in a question tone. He turns his head and knickers back as if to say yes? This water looks dangerous. Do we go through, over, or look for a safer spot. Bazooka thinks about it for a moment and rotates his head as jumping. I say okay Bazooka we will jump
We walk back about twenty feet and stop and turn back. We pause for a moment, then we get up to full speed as we get to the bank he gathers himself and I lean forward as much as possible and I feel him leap and I feel like we are flying for at least ten seconds and then I realize we cleared the other side by four feet and I give a ye haw and Bazooka laughs with me and we find a trail that seemed to be made by cattle and other animals.
We follow the trail and it leads back to the road and we slow to a trot and the road leads to the back entrance to the farm. Bazooka neighs loudly and the other horses neigh back and we slow to a walk and Rick and Wes are there to greet us. They ask about the journey about how we got around the obstacles and did we find the canister and I replied that I emptied the mineral ice and the creamed corn and how I asked Bazooka so I could shit and pee. I also mentioned about the pounding my balls got. I also said that I would be very sore in the morning.
Rick and Wes seemed satisfied with my answers. Rick wanted to see how Bazooka pounded. I said okay and I called to Bazooka and asked for a full rear. He reared up and as he started down I held out my legs as far as possible and the base of my dick slammed into his back I gasped in pain. I asked snake and he did ten half rears pounding me and stopped.
Rick and Wes were very pleased with the result and asked how I taught him to do that as we have not done that before. I explained that he seemed to understand me thru voice though I was tied to him. Wes said to Rick dinner is almost ready and headed for the house. Rick said I need to clean you and you need to clean Bazooka before the both of you cramp up. Rick motioned to follow and we followed him into the arena. Rick removed the ropes and Bazooka knelt and I gingerly got off and slowly pulled my legs together. Rick rubbed my dick and I gasped as he removed the thong and freeing my dick. It took only a moment to fully harden up solid. Rick spanked my dick and it seemed to get thicker. Good, Rick got a measuring tape and measured my length and thickness.
We left the arena and found the stream that we jumped earlier. I bend over and asked for a push and I landed in the middle and Bazooka jumped in next to me. We rubbed each other for a bit and emerged clean. Rick smiled and said that looked like fun but my leg is still sore so I could not. Rick gave me a towel and wipe as best as possible. I did that and Rick gave me a pair of sandals and we walked back to the barn and put a blanket on Bazooka and fed him and went into the house. Rick gave me a silk thong and puts it on me and arranges my dick and nut sack and gives it a good smack and says well done boy. I ask Rick if I could put my tights on so my legs do not cramp and be sore, he said yes. We will meet you in the dinning room so I went to my room and I put on the tights and headed to the dining room.
As I enter into the dining room I smell aromas that I do not recognize. I wait for Master Rick and Wes to sit then I do. Wes asks what your pleasure is. I respond it all smells good to me. So fill the plate please. He does a gob of spaghetti with meat I do not recognize, salad with vegetables and some other mystery meat that I do not recognize. There also is a mug of beer. I wait for Rick and Wes to start then I do. I do not recognize the drink; so I ask Master Wes to tell me what it is? Wes replies yes boy; it is a micro brew of various fruits fermented in the garage. Both Master Rick and I reward when you achieve a goal or do something special to please us. I thank both of them for my pain and pleasure endured. I start with a quick sip of beer and I taste pear and apple in it. I then do the salad and then the spaghetti and bread. Then whatever else is there.
I ask for a light second helping and am given some of the mystery meat. I do not hesitate and wolf down the rest. Master Wes says ready for dessert? I say yes and chocolate pudding is brought and I eat it all and finish the beer. I do not believe I could eat another bite. I help clear the table and am led into the living room where a fire is going and a massage table is set up. I ask Master Rick if he wants me to do his leg and he says no, Master Wes did my leg while you were out riding. Both Wes and I are going to rub your legs with mineral ice so they will not be sore in the morning. Master Rick says strip and I take off the tights and thong. My dick seems to have a will of its own and hardens fully. Both Master Rick and Wes smile as I lay down.
I feel my dick throbbing and feel it when the mineral ice is put on my legs and feel both Master Rick and Wes working on my legs and I relax and enjoy the rub. Master Rick says raise your ass up so I can re-measure your dick. I struggle not knowing that the beer was loaded with a sleep aid and fall back as my dick is moved down. I feel it against the bed and I feel it being rubbed and pulled so it feels like the same as when the rubber thong was taken off. I groggily feel it being bent to my hole and grunt a little and feel it being released and thumping into the bed.
I feel myself being turned over and my dick is so hard it pulses. I feel the mineral ice and grunt more. I summon the remaining energy and ask Master Rick and Master Wes what was the mystery meat. Master Wes replies it is deer, with bull meat and cow, and sheep balls ground up. I smile weakly and say yum. Also in the pudding are both Master Rick and Master Wes's cum. I say yum again and barely feel a dick pump put on and started pumping as I fall asleep.