This story is completely fictional. It is about the relationship between me and multiple guys and a horse herd. 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 and after this one you might have to read the ones before it to fully understand what is happening. I do a recall in the first paragraph with 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, mustangs, 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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If you would like to suggest a fetish with mustangs or something wild or crazy you would like me to include you are gladly encouraged to e-mailing me at: mdrx@juno.com
Character list:
Mike: A lean fit muscular guy in his forties. Master Rick: A lean fit muscular owner of a ranch and mustang herd in his mid fifties. Master Wes: Same as Master Rick but a bit younger, does ranch and real estate.
Mystery guy: to be revealed in later chapters. Bazooka: The lead stallion of the ranch. The herd: Tar Baby, Gizmo, Twinkie, Comet, Daisy, Phantom, Dancer, Gambit, and Thumper
THE OLD HOUSE # 6
I wake up in the middle of the night and I sense someone approach me. I recall having an electric dick pump put on and it was going to be on all night. It is dark and I an unable to see him. The footsteps are slow and soft so not to wake me and kneel next to the cylinder. I keep my breathing the same and keep my eyes closed as not to alert whoever has come in. I feel the cylinder being slowly taken off and shift slightly as if changing position.
I do not tense my dick and just leave it there so the mystery person does whatever. I sense my dick being measured and ever so slightly feel it being cleaned. I feel the extra soft touch of a hand caressing my dick as if in love with it and my dick starts to twitch. I sense I am being watched and continue fake sleeping and I feel my dick being bent and a mouth start so suck me and my dick stiffens up but I do not mind but continue to relish in my mind the sensations. I feel my dick start to convulse and shoot a load. My dick is cleaned and more lube put on it and the cylinder is sucked on and the mystery person leaves.
I wake up in the morning with the cylinder still sucking and my dick has stretched all the way to the end, I think ten inches. Master Wes comes in and disconnects the hose but leaves the cylinder so Master Rick can look at it. Master Wes helps me out of bed and we walk with the cylinder swinging to the dinning room.
I walk over to Master Rick and he takes off the cylinder. He looks and nods with approval at my dick and we start breakfast. Master Rick asks how I feel and I say strange. Oh in a questioning manner. My dick feels strained a bit but I sensed I had a midnight visitor. Explain says Master Rick. I sense that during the night someone come into my room and sucked me off. I assumed it was a dream and I did not smell cum on me or when the cylinder came off a moment ago. I am not drained so I must have been dreaming it.
Master Rick says do you think it was Bazooka in your dream? I do not think so as he has wrapped his tongue around my dick every time and the feeling of my dream was human. Quite a dream Master Rick says.
We have breakfast and after Master Rick says do you want to test your dick like you asked last night? I reply yes Master. I want a full day of whacking. Master Rick says okay but we will go up to the old house with all the mustangs and start there. I say yes Master.
Master Rick tests my dick by pulling it under me all the way to my tailbone. I grunt as the strain builds. Master Wes puts a board in front of my legs and Master Rick lets go and my dick slaps into the board with force. My dick is stroked a bit, then pulled back and the same slap happens.
The cylinder is put back on and pumped so my dick will be ready when we are. We get the mustangs and old house command is given. We trot up and take the trail to the meadow and gallop slowly to the old house. Bazooka stays but the other mustangs start to graze. As Master Wes gets the rope and Master Rick removes the cylinder. I hand signal to Bazooka pointing to my big dick and jump and point to his belly. He prances slightly fully aware that I want my dick pounded hard.
Master Wes returns with the rope plus some other items. A bridle is put on Bazooka without reins and a hollow metal dick head with a shaft about four inches long. The metal shaft is put on and pushed hard, and I feel it suck my dick in. Master Wes pulls hard on the metal cylinder but does not move.
Master Rick puts on the hood and says you will have a hood but no gag. Both Master Rick and Master Wes start to tie me up in cargo net style and I get the feeling that today will be very brutal and my dick starts throbbing ready to prove itself.
I am led in front of Bazooka and I feel my arms tied behind me around Bazooka’s neck then my legs are tied. I am yanked back so I am tight against Bazookas front. I hear trot around meadow and I feel the power being transferred through my back and my dick seems to feel the power and stiffens harder than I have ever felt before.
We return a bit later and I am tied tighter and feel something else added and tied between my legs I think to myself not the plug again but it is not. I feel heavy duty string tied to the eyehole of the metal cover that has my dick in and fed backward and then forward. I feel another string attach to the device and I feel both strings being attached to the bridle.
It starts to dawn on me what will happen when Bazooka jerks his head and my dick get’s yanked back and latches into the device. I yelp and gasp and feel another jerk and my dick snaps forward with enough force to hit my abs. I think like I am in a baseball game that Bazooka is the pitcher, my rod is the bat and the log is the ball and we are going to play hardball
Master Rick says circuit one and I tense and my dick is throbbing. Bazooka senses my tenseness and seems to trot in a circle waiting for me to calm down. I breathe deeply and relax and change to a gallop and head into the forest and as Bazooka leaves the ground he jerks his head releasing my dick and my dick is given a solid whack. The force of the blow snaps back and is held in place.
My dick screams at me and I gasp. My dick throbs hard being used in this manner when we start to jump and as we leave the ground Bazooka jerks his head again and my dick snaps forward and at mid point hits with full force the log and is snapped back into the device. I start to sob as I lose count and focus on the sensations of the pounding till we trot and stop.
I sense and feel the latching device being removed and feel the metal dick cover being removed. My dick now freed from restraint fully stretches out. We start walking and I feel my dick swinging. Bazooka stops a moment later and slowly walks over the log that bent my dick fully and my dick now solid begins to be dragged and bends under me.
We reach a point of the log and I sense something is different. I sense it drop down and curve. I sense Bazooka looking at the position of my dick head. My dick now throbbing hard, reaches a spot were my dick head goes over a small ledge and when it clears that Bazooka stops for a moment.
I think oh my and by the end of the thought Bazooka shifts his weight up and pull’s in his forelegs and both our body weights instantly slam and force my dick to mold to the curvature and the body weight forces my dick to make me scream as loudly as possible from the weight on my dick and my dick screams at me as well. Bazooka after a long moment pulls his legs out and slowly lifts me off the log. My dick is convulsing like never before and I am crying and sobbing. I feel Master Rick and Master Wes start to rub my dick and it calms down but still throbs hard.
I hear Master Rick say I have to test your dick and I grunt yes as my lower body is still shaking from the log. I grunt as each direction my dick is being tested. My dick finally calms down fully when I hear Master Rick say reverse circuit one and my dick get solidly whacked over each log. I begin to feel my dick start to suffer when we shift to a trot then walk and stop a minute later.
My dick is throbbing and shaking. A tight sock is put on my dick and I hear graze and Bazooka walks a bit and starts grazing with me still tied on. I sob and my dick seems to stop throbbing. I try to tense my dick but it is so stiff and hard it would not get harder.
I hear both Master Rick and Master Wes approach and pull off the sock and start sucking me. My dick hesitates only for a second and shoots a load. I am sucked again another load is shot. I feel my dick being bent and I gasp loudly. My dick is let go and swings a bit and the sock is put back on. I feel a tube put in my mouth and suck whatever fluid is given me.
Bazooka continues to graze and I relax and think how hard it will become. I believe it is now a ten inch monster with all the bending, stretching, and pounding it has gotten over the past days. I do not even recall how long I have been here.
I sense Master Rick and Master Wes approach and feel a bigger and longer hollow metal cylinder forced over my dick. It is lubed so good that my dick starts to slide in easily but stops half way in. I feel something attached and a vacuum pump sucks the rest of my dick inside it all the way to my nut sack.
I hear Master Rick say lets test it on the log. I think to myself oh no. I have no choice in the matter and feel Bazooka walk to the log and my dick is positioned and a moment pauses and like before, Bazooka pulls in his forelegs and I believe my dick will scream at the weight being applied but the metal cylinder holds its shape.
I think Bazooka is going to get up, but I feel both Master Rick and Master Wes jump on Bazookas back and the weight starts to bend the rod. I feel both Masters jumping up and down like a sledgehammer and the metal dick slowly bends. I hear enough and I feel Both Masters get off and Bazooka slowly rise and my metal dick feels like to be bent like in a chastity cage. Master Rick gets under me and starts to pull the meal cylinder. It does not move so Master Rick adds his pulling and slowly my dick comes out.
My dick is stunned but unhurt. It is cleaned and the sock put on and a weight is attached to my dick head Bazooka returns to grazing. I hear a very nice from Master Rick. I am given more juice and relax a bit. I feel the sock come off and my dick rubbed and test bent. Master Rick asks me do you want the last run with or without the metal cylinder, without for one more circuit and then with it twice around.
I ask Bazooka one or two. Bazooka stomps his foreleg twice. I say okay with the first cylinder. Master says okay and I feel the metal cylinder being pushed on hard and the latching cage attached. Bazooka jerks his head and snaps my dick back. I grunt and say to Bazooka give me another good shot.
He rears up and bolts away and we plunge into the forest. It seems that my dick is enjoying the whacking as it is stunned with each blow. I do not know how long we were in the forest when Bazooka slows and comes to a stop. The latching device is removed and the dented metal rod removed. I am untied and I lay on the ground from the strain my hole body has endured all day.
I lay there for a moment when Bazooka opens his mouth wide, grips my entire nut sack and dick with his tongue and lifts me off the ground, I had no idea Bazooka could carry me like this to the old house. I feel hands grab me and Bazooka releases his hold on me and I am carried inside the old house and laid on a couch.
I feel my dick lubed well and then a blanket put on me. Master Rick says rest and Master Wes will come and get you when dinner is ready. I nod and within a few minutes I am asleep. It seemed a few minutes but was an hour when I am wakened to the feeling of tickling my nipples causing my abdominal muscle and dick to twitch. Time for dinner he said and helped me out of the couch.
Master Rick checks my dick and spanks it a few times. My dick throbs a bit but that is all. He puts on a rubber thong and bends it into position and the thong barely holds my dick that is trying to free itself. Tomorrow is your last day. I say what? Is there something special that you would like to do? I respond a second later that I would like to die and be reborn as both yours forever. Master Rick says that will require that you experience the most extreme and brutal pain that we know of. Let’s start dinner.
After dinner I ask Master Rick if I could spend the night on Bazookas back. Master Rick says sure. I walk outside and call him and he trots up. I jump on him and say graze and we walk out among the stars. I say to Bazooka starting to cry that this is our last night together. Bazooka seems to understand that I will be leaving and he lowers his head and starts to cry too. Bazooka walks to the edge of the meadow and lowers to the ground and rolls on his back nickering to me and I lay on him, both of us crying ourselves to sleep.
I dream of the music again and am fascinated by the tune as I cannot seem to locate the source. I sense I have heard the music before but where. Then I think of a mustang show when I was younger and remember there were many mustangs there. I do not remember much but the tune relaxes me to a deep sleep.
If you would like to suggest a fetish with mustangs or something wild or crazy you would like me to include you are gladly encouraged to e-mailing me at: mdrx@juno.com