Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2014 01:15:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Christian Debus <servus4u@ymail.com>
Subject: "Markus Buys a Pony"   Part 1 (Gay Male/Authoritarian)

Markus Buys a Pony
Part 1

This is a story of erotic fiction meant for adult readers over the age of
eighteen years

Written by Jean-Christophe: January, 2014
Stories archived are http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jean-Christophe_Stories

"The characters and ideas contained in this story belong to the writer's
imagination and bear no resemblance to any persons or events. Please
respect the integrity of the story and don't do any rewrites, make
alterations or add other artists' pictures"

Note: This story is inspired by the "pony" pictures featured in Pete
Brown's Slave Pictures site at tumblr. In particular, I was "moved" to
write because of the picture of Craig posted 1 January, 2014. In a sense
Craig became the model for the pony, Jerry.

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Part 1
Tolliver's Pony Ranch


From behind him, Markus Derwent hears the scrunching of wheels and the soft
pitter-patter of running feet. He pauses, turns and sees a pony and trap
approaching him at trotting speed. His attention is drawn to the pony's
naked body and it isn't just his interest that is aroused; his cock leaps
to attention and tents the front of the smart, casual chinos that he is
wearing.  The pony is an incredibly handsome animal with long legs and a
lithe body. The young pony is in black, leather harness and is being driven
by a shirtless, young man of about the same age as it. Markus estimates
their ages at about eighteen years give or take a year either way.

Markus steps to the side of the driveway to allow them to pass him.  He is
enthralled by the erotic sight of a man pony being driven in harness and as
they draw nearer the driver applies his whip to the pony's ass and shouts.

"HUP! HUP!"

Of course the pony responds, as it must, to the stimulus of its driver's
whip and quickens its pace. As the trap rattles past Markus, he returns the
driver's friendly wave and focuses his attention on the pony.

Obviously the pony has being driven hard and it is perspiring
profusely. Rivulets of sweat trickle down over the pony's lean torso and
give its body an oily sheen which highlights the rippling muscles called
into play by the exertions of pulling a trap and driver.

Spellbound, Markus watches the flexing of the pony's hard working legs and
the undulations of its firm, curvaceous buttocks. As yet the buttocks are a
lighter shade of brown than the pony's upper body and legs and Markus
supposes - quite correctly - that this is a new pony unused to total
nudity, still in training and not yet ready for sale. And the fresh brand
"TR" on the pony's left flank confirms this is so. Markus's lustful
attention is drawn to the pony's pert ass and the vivid red stripes of the
driver's whip which crisscross its smooth contoured surface.

But it is the pony's hard, bobbing erection and the generous sized balls
swinging freely between its thighs that Markus savours the most. The erotic
sight of the pony's stressed body running under its driver's whip stirs
Markus and his own erection aches for relief. Markus feels the precursory
spurts of an impending, involuntary ejaculation and he fights hard to
suppress it.  He is only partially successful and embarrassed, he notes the
small, wet patch staining his crotch. Momentarily, he panics; how can he
front up to the owner of the ranch in such an obvious condition. His first
reaction is to turn and leave but he has travelled some distance out from
the city to Tolliver's Pony Ranch and he would rather not have to repeat
the journey another day.

They say "necessity is the mother of invention" and suddenly Markus hits on
the idea of untucking his shirt from within his trousers and wearing it
loose over his waist. Fortunately, the shirt is long enough to hide the
tell-tale sign of Markus' untimely accident and he now appears casually
relaxed and ready to meet the ranch's owner, Bodean Tolliver.

Markus has come to Tolliver's Pony Ranch with one thought uppermost in his
mind and that is to buy a human pony for his new rickshaw. Until recently,
thirty-three year old Markus hadn't overly concerned himself with such
issues as global warming or the environment - that is until the recent fuel
shortages had almost brought the world to a standstill as factories and
businesses closed down and workers were laid off in their tens of
millions. And of course there followed the inevitable shortages of gas and
the almost astronomical leap in its price which now makes the everyday
driving of vehicles virtually impossible.  Like most, Markus was forced to
look for an alternative means of transport and finally deciding on a
lightweight rickshaw drawn by a slave.

At first, the use of naked slaves to power such means of transport was
considered an "affront to public decency" and owners were required by law
to cloth their ponies. However, it soon became clear this wasn't practical;
in wet weather the ponies' clothes became waterlogged which slowed them
down considerably and exposed them to illness.  And in the summer's heat,
their clothing became sweat saturated which caused painful chafing and
other debilitating skin disorders. Finally, it was decided to adopt a more
humane approach to these problems and allow the ponies to run naked.

Over time other benefits of using slaves as ponies became more apparent. In
the towns and cities there is less traffic noise and minimal smog.  And the
use of two-legged ponies over their four legged counterparts means there is
no visual pollution. Human ponies can be trained to restrict their bodily
functions to those areas set aside for them rather than foul the city's
streets as was commonplace with four-legged equines before the advent of
the automobile.

Markus decided the time was right for him to acquire a pony and trap of his
own and he visited a showroom where he was amazed at the variety of
conveyances available for purchase.  These ranged from light weight, single
driver models built for speed to the more upmarket landaus designed for
family use. Obviously, the heavier conveyances required a larger number of
ponies to pull them and Markus ruled these out of contention. Really, he
was looking for something more in keeping with the sporty side of his
personality.

Markus was spoiled for choice; there were just too many models and
varieties to choose from and he found it difficult to decide. Eventually he
opted for a very light-weight, racy model obviously built for speed -
Markus liked the idea of sitting behind a naked pony watching as it ran at
full pace before him - and the one he finally decided upon was finished in
a sporty black matt finish with fluoro green trim and chrome wheels.
Markus also bought a matching black and green leather harness set for his
new pony.

Having purchased the trap, Markus was naturally impatient to acquire a
slave to pull it.  However, first things first and he needed to convert a
corner of his garage into a stable stall to house his new pony. He hired
carpenters to make the necessary alterations while he used that time to
search for a reputable pony dealer.

Work colleagues who'd recently made the switch to "pony power" told him of
Tolliver's Pony Ranch and today he has come to talk to the ranch's owner
about buying a suitable pony.

The drive out from the city had been full of anticipation; after all this
is the first time that Markus has bought a slave. All he could think of was
that he is finally to choose his own pony and his thoughts were centred on
that. What type of ponies would be on offer at the ranch and what would be
his final choice?

The ranch is located in an isolated valley at the end of a private road and
Markus was struck by the natural beauty of its setting.  However, he felt
disappointment as he drove through the ramshackle entrance gates and parked
his vehicle in the pot-holed car parking area. And it was while walking
from the car park to the buildings that the pony and trap had passed him
by.

As he approaches the buildings, Markus feels he is looking at the set for a
television backwoods series. The ramshackle house tilts on its sinking
foundations and has obviously never been painted.  Its weather-greyed
patina seems somehow to emphasise the house's overall derelict appearance
and its bowed roofline and sagging veranda posts just add to that
impression.

Positioned around the house are a number of ancillary sheds - all as sorry
looking as the house - and set some distance away from the house, Markus
can see what are obviously the stables for the ponies, which give the
property its reason for being. As he looks towards the stables, Markus sees
three men walking towards him. One of the men is older than the other two
and Markus assumes he is Bodean Tolliver, the ranch's owner. There is a
marked family resemblance between the three men and Markus supposes the two
younger ones are Bodean's sons.

"Hello! You must be Mr Derwent?  I'm Bodean Tolliver but folks just call me
Bodean. What can I call you?"

Bodean extends his hand in greeting and Markus is surprised by the power of
his grip.

"Good morning, Bodean! Call me Markus."

Markus does a quick assessment of Bodean and he isn't as he'd
expected. Somehow he had the notion that Tolliver's Pony Ranch would be
similar to those you see in movies. Well maintained buildings, whitewashed
barns and fences and everyone one walking around in jeans, plaid shirts and
wearing Stetsons. However Tolliver's Pony Ranch isn't anything like those
images and Bodean Tolliver isn't as Markus had expected.

Bodean seems to be of an indeterminate age - although Markus reckons him to
be somewhere in his forties - and the man appears to have a stepped out of
an early movie or a black and white television show which featured
hillbillies as their central characters.

Bodean wears dirty jeans and a checked shirt opened down the front to just
a button or two above his navel. This reveals a thick thatch of grey
flecked, black chest hair that matches the stubble on his chin and the
lank, matted hair on his head.

Markus feels his appearance hardly inspires confidence and he is having
second thoughts.

"These here are two of my three boys. The eldest one is Saggory, the middle
boy is Cooter and Pervis is my baby. At the moment, he's out training our
newest pony. The three boys help me train the ponies.  There's nothing they
don't know about handling a pony. Isn't that so, boys?"

"Sure, Pa!" The two answer in unison. "There's not an animal we can't
handle."

As Markus and Bodean talk, he studies Bodean's two "boys". Certainly they
are their father's git and are as alike as peas in a pod. Each is shirtless
- after all the day is hot - and both sons wear threadbare, washed-out,
denim bib and brace overalls worn through at the knees. When Cooter turns
his back to Markus, he is surprised to see his unclad ass showing through a
gaping rent in the seat of his overalls. Obviously Cooter doesn't bother to
wear an undergarment.

Markus does a quick assessment of the Tolliver brothers. He estimates that
Saggory, the eldest is aged in his mid-twenties while Cooter is perhaps
twenty-one or twenty-two and Markus, from his earlier sighting of Pervis,
the "baby of the family", had determined his age at about eighteen.

Despite their unkempt appearances - and Markus wonders how long it's been
since Saggory or Cooter had last washed, shaved or had a haircut - both
brothers have imposing physiques. Bare- chested with wide shoulders,
bulging biceps and well defined pectoral muscles, their loose fitting
overalls do little to conceal their trim, narrow waists and firm, rounded
buttocks.

Despite his initial revulsion, Markus finds himself inexplicably attracted
to the earthy rawness of the brothers. Obviously their work around the farm
has honed their deeply tanned bodies to a state of near perfection and
under other circumstances he'd consider them as good-looking.

Indeed, Markus finds their appearance is "cock-stirring".

"Was that your boy driving the pony and trap I noticed when I arrived?"
Markus asks.

"Yes that was Pervis." Bodean replies. "He's giving the pony its daily
exercise run. You passed him on the way in?"

"Yes Bodean! I stopped to watch your son as he drove past. I must say I was
very impressed by the pony."

"That pony shows great promise," Bodean replies, "but it still needs more
training before it's ready to begin permanent pony duties."

"The pony looks very young. Can I ask how you came by him, Bodean?"

"Sure! It came to us from the Law courts like all our ponies. We have the
right of first choice from all the non-violent criminals sentenced to
slavery. The violent ones all end up in the mines or the quarries but any
non-violent offender can end up either as a house slave or, as is the case
with us, we train it to lead a more useful life as a pony."

"The pony looks too young to be an offender. I wonder what crime it
committed to warrant such harsh punishment."

"It was guilty of vandalism. They caught it red-handed spraying graffiti on
the wall of a public building."

"The punishment seems harsh but it'll make a great pony for some lucky
owner. When will it be ready for sale?"

"It won't be sold as it's already spoken for! We're training it and when
it's ready it will go to its new owner."

"Does the pony know who its new master is?"

"NO! It has no idea," Bodean laughs heartily, "and it's in for a rude
shock. Its new owner is the same judge who sentenced it to slavery. He took
quite a shine to the boy and I understand he arranged to buy it direct from
the courts. That's one of the perks of the job I guess."

"So it would seem. But why is it in for a rude shock?"

"If you saw Judge Summers you'd see what I mean.  He's old and very
overweight and rumour has it that he can't get his pecker up until he has
soundly thrashed the ass that he's about to fuck."

"That's a pity as I like the look of the pony. I'd hoped that I might look
at it with a view to buying it."

"Well Markus, you can't buy it but there's nothing to stop you from looking
and touching and here's Pervis now. I'll stop him and you can finger the
pony. But I can tell you we have others in the stables that will interest
you as much as this boy does."

Bodean signals Pervis to stop and Markus watches as Pervis pulls back on
the reins and brings the trap to a sudden halt. Markus looks on as the
stressed pony struggles to remain standing upright between the shafts as
its legs buckle beneath it.  He is positive that only the pony's harness
prevents it from collapsing to its knees. Markus hears the pony's ragged
breathing and he sees the steady rise and fall of its chest and the rapid
bellowing of its belly as it gulps air into its oxygen starved lungs.  The
pony is sweating profusely causing its body to glisten in the bright
sunlight and Markus notes that more whip stripes have been laid on the
pony's ass and shoulders. No one pays attention to the pony's distress and
it is left to stand and recover as best it can while Bodean discusses its
progress with his youngest son.

"Tell me Pervis! How did the training session go? Is the pony making
progress?"

"It went real well Pa! The pony is getting better every day. It has built
up endurance and it is able to run faster for longer periods. It now obeys
my instructions and responds to the whip."

"That's good to hear, Pervis. This here is Mr Derwent who has come to look
over our stock with the intention of buying a pony. But first, he wants to
examine this pony."

"Sure Pa! Is there anything I can do to help Mr Derwent?" Pervis asks
politely.

"Thank you, Pervis!" Markus replies. "I'm a novice at this type of thing so
where do I start?"

"Start by getting a feel for the animal." Bodean helpfully suggests. "Run
your hands over it and feel the power in its body and the strength of its
muscles."

Markus needs no second bidding and he steps over to the pony and places his
hands on the pony's still heaving chest. The pony flinches under his touch
and draws back between the shafts of the trap.

Markus hears Pervis sharp rebuke to the pony.

"Steady boy! Steady! Stand still or you'll feel my whip on your useless
ass."

Hesitantly at first, Markus runs his hands over the pony's sweat-sodden
torso and feels the hardness of its body. His fingers knead the solid
pectorals and he feels the strong, rapid heartbeats. For the next few
minutes, Markus is lost in a world of eroticism. He revels in the power he
has over the pony and its total submission to his needs.

Markus marvels at the smooth, rock solid hardness of the slave's body and
he notes the absence of any body hair; even the pubes are missing which
serves to showcase the pony's more than ample genitalia. Markus has seen
enough ponies around town to know that this absence of hair is almost
universally accepted among their owners. Markus considers this is a pity as
he has always been partial to body hair on the male figure. But he supposes
the complete removal of its body hair does impress upon the pony its lowly
animal status.

So engrossed is he in his inspection of the pony, Markus doesn't see the
exchange of smiles and telling winks between Bodean Tolliver and his three
sons. They recognize Markus is now "hooked" and that this makes the sale of
a pony to him all the more likely. Despite his apparent lack of
sophistication, Bodean is an astute student of human nature and a great
judge of character. He recognizes that Markus is a "soft target" who, once
he has fingered a naked slave, will be an easy sell. Patiently they wait as
Markus finishes his examination of the pony. They watch as Markus fondles
the pony's still erect cock and kneads the twin orbs of his ass before
surreptitiously slipping a finger into the sweaty asscrack and teasing the
pony's puckering anus.

Bodean knows city types like Markus think of themselves as hardnosed who
like to bargain to their own advantage. He knows instinctively that this
will be the case with Markus as they negotiate a price for one of his
animals. Well so be it; whatever Bodean lacks in city sophistication he
more than compensates for with his natural cunning and homespun, folksy
demeanour.

Markus is unaware that his inspection of the pony is all part of Bodean's
broader strategy. By allowing Markus to inspect the slave, Bodean awakens
within him the need to possess his own pony.  From past experience, Bodean
knows the signs all too well; already Markus is finding the idea of owning
his own pony irresistible.  The next part of Bodean's plan is to inflate
the prices of his livestock to such an outrageous level that Markus will
have to bargain with him. Again that is all part of his plan. Deliberately,
he'll adopt an "aw shucks" attitude that will lull Markus into the false
belief that he has the upper hand over "this country bumpkin". When the
price has reached the level that Bodean considers the appropriate figure,
he'll "um and ah" before he appears to reluctantly give in to Markus's
superior negotiating skills but at the price he'd carefully arrived at
beforehand.

Markus finishes his inspection and steps away from the pony.

"Does the pony have a name?" he asks.

"It does!" Bodean replies. "But I can't recall what it's called."

"Its name is Jerry, Pa!" Pervis volunteers the answer.

"Well Pervis," Bodean answers, "I guess it time to take Jerry back to the
stables for its reward."

"What reward?" Markus asks in surprise. "You reward your ponies?"

"Always reward your pony, Markus." Bodean replies. "A pony need only know
one thing and that is total obedience to its owner's commands. It needs to
know it will be rewarded for good performance and punished for bad
behaviour."

"Do you reward them with a piece of carrot or apple?  Or maybe it's a sugar
cube?"

Markus asks in all seriousness and he is unprepared for the mirthful
response to his question. As Bodean and his three sons laugh uproariously,
he feels slighted.

"Have I said something funny?" He asks tartly.

Bodean regains his composure and apologizes.

"I'm sorry, Markus! And I should apologize. Your question was a genuine one
for a novice. But that's not how you reward your pony when it performs well
for you. You need to show your total appreciation for its efforts to please
you."

"And how do you do that?"

"Why you fuck it! Ain't nothing a pony enjoys more than for its owner to
fuck it hard. It's a sure sign that it has earned its owner's approval. For
that reason, ponies love being fucked by their owners."

"I never knew that! Is that always the case?" Markus asks doubtfully. "I
know some guys who own ponies and I can't imagine them having sex with
their ponies."

"You'd be surprised at how many owners do use their animals for pleasure,
Markus. I think you'll find it's the rule rather than the exception. That's
why we always train our ponies not only to pull a conveyance but also to
use their bodies to give sexual relief to their owners. We train all our
ponies to be dual-purposed."

Markus is speechless! The notion of sex with his new pony isn't something
he'd ever considered. But thinking about it, he decides it does have great
appeal. He looks over to where the pony, Jerry is standing recovering from
its training run and he feels envious of Pervis who is to reward it.

The pony's desperate breathing has eased; nevertheless its panting
highlights the gentle rise and fall of the manly chest and fluttering of
the belly muscles. Jerry is still sweating copiously in the day's heat and
presents a glistening, erotic picture. As Markus gazes lustfully at Jerry's
pert, curvaceous buttocks, he fantasises about the pleasures to be found in
the deep, dividing cleft separating the twin orbs of the delectable
ass. Suddenly, his cock springs to life for the second time and Markus is
glad that his loose fitting shirt conceals his erection. His cock throbs
with an urgent desire to bury itself in the canyon of the pony's ass and to
probe at its puckering hole.

Markus is unaware that Bodean is reading his body language and his
thoughts. He decides to press home the point and to capitalize on Markus's
lust.

"Markus, it's important to remember to fuck your pony immediately after its
good performance.  This reinforces in the animal's mind that its owner is
pleased with it and that it is being rewarded.  This also builds a strong
bond between the master and his pony. And I have to say there's no better
time to fuck a pony than immediately after a hard run while it is still hot
and sweaty. I don't know why but the animal is at its most receptive and a
good fuck is virtually guaranteed. Isn't that so boys?"

Bodean's three sons enthusiastically chorus as one.

"Sure thing Pa!"

"And you can't beat fucking a freshly, well-whipped ass!" Saggory laughs.

Marcus is intrigued by their answers. Bodean had said a few minutes ago
that Tolliver ponies are dual-purposed and he wonders who trains them and
what methods are used. There is only one way to find out and that is to ask
directly.

"Do all four of you train the ponies, Bodean?"

"Yes, we all have a hand in their training, Markus. We each take
responsibility for training the ponies both in and out of harness.  We all
play a part in every pony's training and we don't play favourites with
them. Each pony receives equal attention from all four of us if you know my
meaning."

Markus does get the "wink, wink, nudge, nudge" allusion in Bodean's
answer. It would seem that the father and his three sons all have a hand in
the sexual training of their ponies. He is intrigued by this and would like
to know more. Almost as though he is reading Markus's mind Bodean
continues.

"Markus, I mentioned before that our ponies are dual-purpose ponies. And
they are multifaceted too. We train them to pull a carriage and to use
their bodies to pleasure their owners. And that means they use both their
mouths and their asses. Each pony is trained to suck cock or to take it up
its ass. So if you buy a pony from us you know you are getting a
well-trained, docile animal that will pull your trap and help to relieve
any sexual tension you might have."

"And when they leave us," Cooter adds, "our ponies are guaranteed to love
their owner's cock ain't that right, Pa?"

"That's right, Cooter! But now, I reckon we best let Pervis take his pony
to the stables and unharness it. And if it's okay with you Markus we could
tag along and watch as Pervis gives his pony its reward.  What do you say
Markus?"

Markus is taken by surprise with Bodean's unexpected offer. Of course, he'd
love to watch as Pervis fucks the young pony. However, because of his false
modesty, he doesn't wish to appear too eager.

"Would that be in order, Bodean? I mean..... will Pervis mind having me
watching him?"

"No not at all, Markus! Pervis isn't shy. None of my boys are. They often
fuck the ponies together in a group. And it doesn't matter about the pony's
feelings does it? After all it's just an animal and they don't matter
none."

"Well if you're sure it's alright - then I'd love to watch. Perhaps I can
pick up a few pointers on how to treat my new pony."

"I'm sure you will, Markus!"

Bodean cannily knows that Markus is now well and truly hooked. When he
leaves the ranch, he'll do so with one of his ponies in the trunk of his
auto. The only thing that remains is to have Markus choose his new pony. It
will be interesting to watch as he does so.

Pervis climbs back into his trap and slaps the reins on the pony's
shoulders with the instruction to

"Giddup! Walk on!"

Obediently the pony begins its walk to the stables with Markus, Bodean and
his two other sons walking closely behind.


To be continued ...................