Date: Sat, 15 Feb 2014 00:19:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Christian Debus <servus4u@ymail.com>
Subject: "Markus Buys a Pony"  Part 3  Gay Male / Authoritarian

Markus Buys a Pony
Part 3
Kip

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

Written by Jean-Christophe: February, 2014
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Part 3:

As Markus moves down the walkway, he stops from time to time to randomly
peer into a stall to scrutinize its occupant. All are shackled identically
to the first pony that he'd looked at and all retain their body
hair. Bodean had been correct when he said their hair coloring ranges
through the whole spectrum from Nordic blond to Mediterranean black. And
conspicuous by their absence are any ponies with red or auburn colored
hair. Markus recognizes the wisdom of Bodean's reluctance to work with
them. After all, everyone knows that the skin of a redhead is tender and
suffers from the sun's rays.  With their beautiful, white complexions they
are more suited to the bedchamber.

Excitedly, Markus moves from left to right eagerly looking at the heavy
duty drafts on the left and comparing them to the lighter built carriage
ponies on the right hand side. Markus is overwhelmed by the sheer
physicality of the stabled animals and this surprises him. Given the
overall rundown appearance of the ranch and its ramshackle buildings, he'd
expected the ponies offered for sale by Bodean Tolliver would have been, at
best, mediocre and of inferior quality,

But this isn't so! And Markus can think of just one adjective to describe
Bodean Tolliver's livestock and that is "superb". All, without exception,
are the epitome of male perfection. But most of all, Markus is taken with
the difference between the heavy duty ponies and their lighter carriage
brothers.

The heavies are stockier in build and give the impression of being more
robust. Their heavily muscled bodies bespeak of their sheer, brute
strength. With their broad shoulders, barrel chests, massive legs and
large, muscular buttocks they are obviously more suited to the sustained
hauling of heavy loads behind them.

The carriage ponies by contrast are taller and slimmer than their heavy
duty counterparts. Their trim, lithe bodies, whilst muscular, nevertheless
lack the heavy bulk of the draft pony. Their long legs and pert buttocks
are designed for running at speed and their cardio-vascular systems have
been honed so that they can run for long periods of time when their drivers
demand it of them.

The stables are having a strange effect on Markus; and his cock - barely
concealed by his loose fitting shirt - strains to break free of the
constraints of his undergarment. It still aches for urgent relief after
Markus had witnessed the three Tolliver brothers rewarding the young pony
and the subsequent sights, sounds and smells of the stables and its
occupants overwhelm him which only add to the urgency of his unfulfilled
need.

The sight of so much naked, muscular flesh rendered helpless by the
shackles which bind the ponies to their stalls is so empowering; it speaks
of a free man's mastery over a slave and Markus now knows that he must have
a slave of his own to dominate. The sound of the helpless ponies shuffling
around their straw covered stalls and the rattling of their chains excites
him in ways he's never experienced. And the heady, intoxicating smell of
sweating bodies, testosterone, male pheromones and heaven alone knows what
else act as a powerful aphrodisiac on him.

Markus has never experienced anything quite like the raw earthiness of the
Tolliver Ranch's pony stables.

Markus pauses to watch as a heavy draft pony drinks from its bowl on the
floor. Of necessity, the animal is on all fours with its head lowered as it
laps at the water. Unaware that it is being watched, the pony has its ass
facing out towards Markus and Bodean. Its knees are spread as widely as its
ankle chains allow and its ass crack is opened to Markus's scrutiny.
Lustfully, Markus watches the stretched sphincter pulsing in time with the
pony's gentle lapping. From his vantage point, Markus can see why the anus
is sometimes referred to as a "rosebud". Certainly the pinkish-red color of
the animal's orifice reminds him of a rose and the striations radiating out
from it vaguely suggest the unfurling of a flower's petals.

Markus notes that the pony's balls are hanging low within the stretched
confines of its scrotum which is encircled by a metal band. Markus
appreciates the power and strength of the powerful buttocks which are
covered in a light down of brown hair. Markus's lust-filled gaze follows
the hair to where it trails up the ass crevasse and surrounds the
anus. Markus wonders whether the pony's new owner will retain the hair or
if he'll keep its body fashionably smooth. Somehow, Markus hopes the owner
keeps the pony's body hair as it adds to the overall impression of its
brute strength.

Markus is so engrossed in perusing the slave that he's unaware that he too
is under scrutiny. Bodean is watching Markus's reaction to the pony; he
notes Markus's unconscious, salacious licking of his lips and astutely, he
reads his thoughts.

"It's a great ass, wouldn't you agree, Markus?" Bodean asks. "It's an ass
that would do credit to any working bullock."

The pony is startled by Bodean's remarks. It stops drinking and looks back
over its shoulder towards Bodean and Markus before hastily clambering to
its feet. It listens shamefaced to the comments being made about it and
Markus sees mirrored in the pony's eyes, all the hurt and humiliation it
feels at its relegation from free man to an enslaved beast of burden.

"Well Bodean, I have to say its ass is ... how shall I put it? Well, it's
certainly robust!"

"And that's where it gets it pulling power. The ass and the legs are what
gives the brute its strength to pull a heavy carriage. Markus, have you
ever travelled behind a team of ponies?"

"No Bodean, never!"

"That's a pity! Had you ever done so Markus you'd know what I mean. There's
no prettier picture than sitting in the driver's seat looking out over a
team of ponies and putting your whip to them. You really get to appreciate
their strength. To watch them working in unison and straining into their
harness is a beautiful sight. You can see the stress this places on their
bodies with every muscle and sinew stretched to the limit. But the real
pulling power is in their asses and leg muscles."

"Bodean, do you ever use a team for personal reasons?"

"Of course we do, Markus. We usually drive a dray and team into town to
pick up supplies for the ranch.  And we also use our landau to drive to
social evenings and to church on Sundays. And that's another good thing
about using a human pony. You can train your pony to take you home without
it being driven. This means you can drink all the liquor you want without
worrying about driving under the influence. You just tell the pony "home
boy" and the rest is up to pony. It works every time."

"I'd not thought of that, Bodean. I can see it would be useful at times."

Markus is now more anxious than ever to view the pony Bodean wants to show
him and he crosses back to the side of the walkway where the light carriage
ponies are stabled. Without exception, all are prime examples of young
slave flesh and he hungers to finger the pony, Kip.

This is Markus's first visit to a slave holding pen and he's finding it a
mixed experience. One part of him is excited at the prospect of examining
the pony, Kip and yet, as Markus walks past the stalls, he senses the
melancholy air which permeates the stables. When he looks in at the ponies
he sees sadness, fear and uncertainty reflected in their young
faces. Momentarily, Markus feels pity for the slaves. But then he shrugs it
off and reminds himself that they all offended against the system - a
system all are obliged to adhere to or pay the penalty - and they have no
one else to blame other than themselves for their present situation.

And yet, a silent voice chides him and tells him how easy it is to
rationalize the institution of slavery when it affects others.

As Markus strolls past their stalls, some ponies clamber to their feet and
stand expectantly almost as though they are silently inviting him to
inspect them. Which indeed they are; all at some time have been examined by
prospective buyers and had been disappointed when they'd been passed over
for another pony.

Despite the daunting prospect of serving as beasts of burden, they are
anxious to leave the ranch for a more permanent and settled life. The
combination of uncertain futures, the boredom of stable-life, the
unrelenting, hard training under the Tolliver whips and their uninspiring,
never changing diet depresses them and weighs heavily on their young
shoulders. Today, they hope they'll be chosen by this man who has obviously
come to purchase one of their number. Many wonder if this will this be
their lucky day?

Other ponies, more resigned to their fates than their optimistic brothers,
ignore Markus and either lie disinterested on their straw bedding or sit
dejectedly in a corner with their faces buried into their drawn up knees as
he walks past their stalls.

When Markus finally reaches the last stall, he's halted in his tracks by
the sight that confronts him.  Whilst it's true that Bodean had spoken
glowingly of the colt known as Kip his words hadn't done justice to the
slave. Momentarily, Markus is rendered speechless and the only sound is the
sharp intake of his breath as he drinks in the young pony's masculine
beauty.

The pony stands shyly in the middle of the stall; Markus sees it is
trembling and he wonders if this is from fear or emotion? Markus senses a
vulnerability in Kip and for some unknown reason he finds he is drawn to
the young slave.

The pony is young; Markus correctly guesses its age at twenty and its body
is a thing of rare beauty. It is of a similar height, weight and muscular
development as the other pony, Jerry. Perhaps, the two years age difference
does gives this pony a slight advantage over Jerry in that its musculature
is more pronounced and defined. This pony has flaxen coloured hair and a
couple of unruly locks hang down over its forehead making it appear younger
than it is. The golden color of the hair contrasts beautifully with the
even, allover tan of the colt's naked body.

Kip's face is boyishly handsome with an aquiline nose, full red lips and
strong white teeth. The eyes are intensely blue - Markus has never seen
eyes as brilliantly blue as these - and as he looks into them he sees an
air of sadness. Again Markus is affected by this and he wonders about the
cause for this unhappiness?

In his self-absorption, Markus fails to recognize the pony's distress at
its current situation.

"Well, Markus! What do you think?" Bodean asks. "Is this the type of pony
you have in mind?"

"Bodean, I have to say I'm mightily impressed. This is exactly what I have
in mind. What can you tell me about this pony?"

"This pony came to us straight from the Courts about six months ago and so
it's fully trained and ready for sale. And who knows," Bodean hints, "this
could be the day it's finally sold."

"You say it's fully trained?"

"Indeed it is Markus. And it's one of the sweetest-natured ponies it been
my pleasure to handle. It's placid, obedient, hardworking and a real
pleasure to drive. You'll have no problems driving this pony, Markus. But
you should take it for a run and test-drive it for yourself."

"Can I do that, Bodean?"

"Of course you can Markus. In fact, we insist all our buyers test run any
animals they are interested in. I should tell you that while we guarantee
the health and training of all our livestock, it's a case of once you buy a
pony from us it becomes your responsibility. There's no returning it
because you think you've made the wrong choice. So Markus, it's strictly a
case of try before you buy and choose wisely."

"But I've never driven a pony, Bodean."

"That's not a problem, Markus. Why this pony just about drives itself. All
you have to do is point it in the right direction, slap the reins against
it and tell it to walk on. Then, you can sit back and enjoy the ride,"
Bodean pauses and adds suggestively, "and the view from the driver's
seat. This pony's ass in action is a sheer delight to watch. It won't be
long before you'll want to apply you whip to its ass to test the speed of
its responses."

As Bodean and Markus discuss him, Kip lowers his head supposedly out of
respect for his betters but he does so more to hide the tears brimming in
his eyes. They neither see nor care about his embarrassment and shame. Nor
do they have any understanding of the anguish and pain that consume
him. How could they have any comprehension of the trauma he feels at being
torn from his old life, enslaved by the courts for indebtedness and
transported to this place where he has been kept naked and relegated to the
status of an animal and trained to serve as a mere beast-of-burden.

Obviously the man Bodean Tolliver calls Markus has come to the ranch to
purchase a pony and it would appear he is interested in buying him. This
isn't the first time he's been inspected by potential buyers; on two
occasions, he'd been passed over for other slaves and the last client to
inspect him had reserved his judgment and had gone away to "think about
it!" That had been some days ago and Kip had been left in a limbo of
uncertainty. Now, here is another buyer showing an interest in him and it
would appear that his owner, Bodean Tolliver is pushing hard to sell him.

Kip is in two minds about being sold. One part of him longs to be taken to
a new home away from the rigors of stable life and the constant harassment
of the four Tolliver men. And yet, he is apprehensive of any change to the
status quo. As bad as it is, he is familiar with the unchanging routine
within Bodean Tolliver's stables whilst the uncertainty of a new owner
fills him with some apprehension for his future.

He's been regularly driven - as part of his pony training - by the father
and his three sons and he's been regularly "rewarded for good performance"
by all four. At first, servicing them had been difficult and he dreaded his
rewards. But with regular usage, his mouth and ass have both adjusted to
accommodating the four monstrous cocks and, denied any sexual relief at his
own hands, he now looks forward to his time kneeling on the fucking bench.

With prurient interest, he'd just watched his young, next-door stable-mate,
Jerry receive his reward from his owner's three sons. He wonders if a new
owner would continue with the practice of rewarding him for his good
performance. He hopes so; over the six months of his training he has become
increasingly hungry for hard cock.

Kip knows what to expect from this buyer and he prepares mentally and
emotionally for the ordeal of having his body intimately examined by
Markus. He does feel the degradation and shame of these critical, hands on
inspections during which buyer and seller discuss his physical pros and
cons as though he is just an uncomprehending, dumb animal. But he has
become philosophical about them and so he has learned to relax and even to
enjoy them. He knows what is expected of him and he will submit to this man
who, by day's end, could be his master.

Even so, when Bodean and Markus enter Kip's stall, he nervously backs away
from them and this action earns him a sharp rebuke from Bodean.

"WHOA! WHOA! Stand still, fuck you, or you'll feel my crop on your useless
ass."

And to emphasize this, Bodean temporarily leaves the stall and returns with
a cruel, leather crop which he uses to lay a red welt across the twin orbs
of the pony's buttocks. Kip's sudden yelp of pain stirs Markus and once
more arouses within him the lustful desire to possess his own slave; one
that he can discipline for his own pleasure.

"One thing you always need to remember Markus is to train your pony and not
to spoil it. It needs to know from the outset that you are in charge and
won't take any slackness from it. You just saw my three boys reward the
other pony for its good performance. You should adopt a similar attitude to
your new pony, if you buy one," again Bodean's hint is less than subtle,
"but at the same time punish it if it disappoints you. Here, borrow my crop
and use it during your inspection.  That way, you'll familiarize yourself
with a crop's uses and the pony will learn to respect you!"

"Bodean, I have never used a crop or any other instrument of punishment."

"Then you'll need to learn to do so, Markus! And quickly too! You need to
begin as you intend to continue. Establish your authority over your animal
at the beginning. Train it to learn that you are its master. And stop
thinking of the crop as just an instrument of punishment. It's not!"

"What is it then?"

"It's a training aid and a tool for learning. Use it to let your pony know
what you want from it. But first you have to learn the 'language of the
crop'."

Bodean, what does the language of the crop mean? I don't understand."

"Markus it simply means that you allow your crop to do the talking for you
rather than give the pony voice commands. Always remember your crop and
whip have very persuasive tongues when it comes to training your
animal. Here, let me show you what I mean."

Markus watches intently as Bodean taps the top of the pony's
head. Instantly. Kip places both hands - palms down and fingers entwined -
on his head and positions his body in such a way that displays his
musculature to perfection.

"See what I mean, Markus! The animal is in the display position ready for
your inspection. Let your crop do the talking for you. Here you have a go."

Eager to learn, Markus takes the crop from Bodean but wonders what he
should do with it. Bodean sees Markus hesitate and tells him to.

"Markus, tap your crop once on the pony's left nipple and watch what
happens."

Tentatively, Markus uses the crop to gently tap the left nipple; the pony's
movement is fluid as it instantly turns left so that it is in profile.

"Markus, tap the animal's chest once."

Markus does so and Kip turns back to face him.

"Now if you want the animal to turn so that its other side is in profile,
you tap it once on its right nipple."

Markus taps the right nipple and watches as the pony again moves into
position. Markus feels empowered by his use of the crop on the young slave
and he is overwhelmed by the sense of mastery this gives him. Once more he
feels the impatient throbbing of his engorged cock and he aches for
release.

"Markus, you handle the crop like you were born with it in your hand."
Bodean decides a little flattery won't go astray at this point as he plays
to Markus's ego. "You're a natural at its use. And I sense you enjoy
controlling the pony. Am I correct?"

"Fuck yes, Bodean! It feels great! I'm surprised at how easily the pony
knows how to respond to my touch. Are all your ponies trained the same as
this one?"

"Yes, Markus. All our ponies are trained the same. They all leave the
stables with the same basic crop training."

"Bodean, why do you train them in this way? Wouldn't it be simpler to tell
them what to do?"

"Yes it would Markus, but I believe in training a pony to silently obey all
instructions via its driver's crop rather than give it a verbal
command. This impresses upon the pony its true status of being a dumb
animal. It knows it has to stay alert and focused on its driver's
commands. And I simply don't believe in talking to a pony other than to
praise or admonish it. It's better if it learns to obey my wishes through
the touch of my crop. I'd rather my crop or whip do the talking for
me. Markus, have the pony turn and face us please?"

Once more Markus taps Kip's chest and he turns to face both men.

"Now Markus, tap your crop on the left side of its jaw."

Markus is getting the feel for using the crop to put the pony through its
paces and he is obviously enjoying the new experience of doing so. He is
making a mental list of the commands he has used up until now and, as he
touches Kip's jaw, he is rewarded with the sight of the pony opening its
mouth to its fullest extent.

"Now Markus, the pony's mouth is now wide open for your inspection so that
you can check out the health of its mouth and the soundness of its
teeth. Now tap its right jaw."

Markus does so and the pony pokes out its tongue and waits.

"Now the pony's tongue is ready for examination. Markus this is an
important part of looking after your pony. Inspect the mouth regularly to
see that the gums are healthy - that there are no ulcers - and the teeth
are sound. Also you can learn a lot about a pony's health from its tongue
which should be bright pink and moist at all times. A dry or greyish tongue
is usually a sign of an underlying problem."

"Bodean, I'm beginning to have second thoughts. I'm not sure that I want
the responsibility of caring for a pony. What if it gets sick?"

"That's not really a problem, Markus! For a start it may seem that way. But
as you become more at ease with your pony, you'll take it all in your
stride. And you'd be surprised at how healthy most ponies are.  Their
lifestyle keeps them fit and active. Just follow a few simple rules and
your pony will stay healthy and happy."

"What advice can you give me Bodean to keep a pony healthy?"

"Just a few simple, commonsense rules are all that's needed Markus. Feed
your pony a good quality feed twice a day and there are lots of excellent,
specially formulated pony foods available in the pet section of most
supermarkets. I recommend a light feed in the morning because a full belly
makes the pony sluggish when it is running and save its main feed until the
evening. Remember the pony has spent a lot of energy during the day which
needs to be recouped overnight. And most important of all; make sure your
pony has plenty to drink during the day. Most days, a pony can shed several
pounds in weight through sweating and you need to replace the moisture it
loses. Give your pony water to drink each time you stop or if it is shows
any distress. But don't give it too much water. Again, water sloshing
around in an overloaded belly can slow a pony down. I believe little and
often is better!"

"That all seems straightforward enough, Bodean."

"It is Markus, basically, you just remember to feed your pony a good
quality food that has all the supplements it needs to stay healthy, ensure
it drinks lots of fluid and keep its bowels and bladder in good working
order. Keep it pissing and shitting regularly and nature will take care of
everything else.  And now there is something else I want to show you. Tap
the right jaw again."

As Markus converses with Bodean, his previous poor opinion of the pony
rancher undergoes a shift.  Despite Bodean Tolliver's laidback appearance
and lackadaisical approach, Markus recognizes beneath these an intelligent
and capable man who obviously loves his work and is committed to producing
only the highest grade ponies for sale.

Markus's admiration for Bodean is growing. In a short space of time, he has
already learned so much from Bodean and he is sure there are other things
for him to learn. As Markus taps the right side of Kip's jaw, the pony
withdraws his tongue but remains open-mouthed. Markus watches bemused as
Bodean pulls down on the pony's bottom lip. Why is he doing this?

"Markus, come and look at this." Bodean invites. "I think you'll find this
interesting and it's something you need to know."

Markus peers at the pony's lip and he is surprised to see there an
indecipherable - at least to him - series of small letters and numbers
tattooed in black.

"What are they, Bodean?" he asks. "I can't make sense of them."

"They tell us a lot about the pony, Markus. From them we can see what year
the pony was born - remember ponies don't have individual birthdays and
they all share January 01 as a common birthday - the year it was enslaved
and the reason for its enslavement; in this pony's case it was for
falsifying a tax return.  Also included is its 'slave identification
number' as allocated by the court. These are tattooed on the convicted
immediately after enslavement and before I take delivery of them. They are
most important in identifying a slave as your property."

"I had no idea this happened."

"It's a good system, Markus. A slave is discreetly marked without it being
disfigured by an ugly, visual tattoo. And it leaves its body free for its
owner's branding iron. But as you can see, this pony already wears our "TR"
brand on its ass."

"Do you brand all your ponies, Bodean?"

"Yes Markus it's done as a matter of course. It serves to authenticate an
animal as one of ours and it also advertises the high quality of our
livestock."

Markus listens attentively as Bodean interprets the letters and numbers
tattooed on the inside of the pony's bottom lip and once it is explained to
him it all makes sense. The numbers confirm that Kip is aged twenty and was
enslaved for falsely claiming taxation benefits. Markus is pleased to know
that the pony's crime wasn't of a violent nature. Indeed one has only to
look at the pony to know that he isn't of that disposition. Kip gives the
appearance of being both tamed and well-trained.

"Markus, have the pony close its mouth by touching the ......."

Markus anticipates what he has to do and taps the pony's left
jaw. Immediately Kip closes his mouth and stands passively in the display
position.

"Good man, Markus!" Bodean exclaims. "You're fast learning how to use the
crop. What I'll do shortly is to leave you alone with the pony and you can
evaluate it at your leisure. Before I do that however, I'll release the
pony's cock so that you can appraise it. And after you've done that, I'll
have one of my boys show you how to harness the pony to a cart and you can
take it for a test-run just to get a feel for its pulling power. How does
that sound to you, Markus?"

Markus watches as Bodean removes the cage from the pony and pulls down on
its newly released pecker to emphasize its length and thickness. Markus is
delighted to see that the pony is well-endowed and has good sized
balls. Markus decides the pony looks more natural with its genitals hanging
loose and his hands itch to heft those balls and to stroke the cock to
erection. Therefore, Bodean's offer to leave him alone while he inspects
Kip is a most welcome one.

"That sounds good to me Bodean but are there any limits on my inspections?
Are there things I can't do?"

"Apart from damaging or injuring the pony there are no limits, Markus. But
I suggest you don't fuck it ...  just yet!" Bodean laughs. "Save that as
its reward for after you have returned from your test drive."

Bodean's suggestion that he can fuck Kip is welcome and one that Markus
will certainly take up.

"Markus, before I leave you alone with the pony, I'll just run you through
some more crop commands. If you want the pony to spread its legs just tap
the inside of its thighs. If you want it to masturbate just flick its balls
once and to pause or stop it from masturbating flick its balls twice. That
way you can test its staying power. Now tap its belly button if you will?"

Markus is gaining more confidence by the minute and, truthfully, he is
enjoying controlling the pony solely through his use of the crop. The
thought flashes through his mind that he'll need to buy his own crop to use
on Kip. For there is no longer any doubt in his mind that he'll buy this
pony.

Deftly, as he taps its navel, the pony turns and presents its back to
him. Markus savors the broad shoulders and strong, muscular back tapering
down to a trim, narrow waist. And he salivates at the sight of the
curvaceous ass cheeks supported astride two long, powerful legs and divided
by a deep crevasse.  What seductive delights lie hidden within the
mysterious depths of that ass crack? Markus wonders and he is determined to
find out!

"Markus, spread its legs and then tap its ass!" Bodean's words interrupt
Markus's lustful thoughts.

Markus reaches between the pony's legs and taps its inner
thighs. Obediently, Kip spaces his legs as far apart as the shackles on his
ankles allow and waits on Markus's next unspoken command which follows
immediately. At the tap of Markus's crop on its ass, the pony bends at the
waist until its head is at knee height.

Poor Markus! At the sight of Kip's opened ass crack and low hanging balls,
his cock jerks wilfully within the crumpled folds of his undergarments and
he's aware that he is leaking badly. But this no longer bothers him. After
all, the Tollivers don't stand on ceremony and the three sons are still
naked - albeit with their monstrous peckers now at rest - as they go about
cleaning up the pony, Jerry and shackling it in an adjacent stall. With
that done, all three stand and watch as he works with Kip.

"Now Markus, tap its ass twice!"

Markus does so and is instantly rewarded as the pony reaches behind and,
taking an ass cheek in each hand, pulls them obscenely apart. Momentarily,
Markus is rendered speechless by the lewd sight of the pony's puckering,
striated asshole surrounded by its silky, golden hair. It pulses in time
with the pony's rapid heartbeats and nervous breathing and, with the
buttocks spread as widely apart as is possible, Markus notes the lighter
color within the ass-canyon's depths which contrasts deliciously with the
rosy- red anus and the deeper, golden tan of the pony's buttocks.

"WHOAEEE!!!!!"

Cooter's loud holler echoes throughout the stables and startles the chained
occupants of the stalls.

"This boy's got a great ass," Cooter tells no one in particular, "and it's
one helluva fuck too."

Markus looks at Cooter and his brothers. All three are massively erect once
more - and Markus marvels at their quick recovery rate - but considering
his own enduring state of arousal, he's not surprised. The pony's ass is
having that effect on them all. Why, even Bodean can't hide his erection
which prominently tent-poles the front of his denims.

"Tap his ass twice more!" Bodean speaks in a low, husky voice.

Markus does so and the pony releases it ass-cheeks but remains bent double.

"Markus, there's one more lesson you need to learn before we leave you
alone to inspect the pony. And that's how to use your crop to welt a pony's
ass."

"Is that necessary, Bodean?"

"Yes it is Markus. The pony needs to feel the bite of your crop to know
that you are in charge of it. And it will have more respect for you once
you have placed a couple of stripes on its ass."

Markus salivates at the thought of using the crop on the young pony but
doesn't want to appear too eager to the Tollivers.

"I'm not sure if I know how to, Bodean."

"I'll do it if you like, Pa."  Cooter volunteers. "Let me do it Pa?"

"It's best if Markus does it, Cooter." Bodean replies. "He needs the
practice more than you. And you can bide your time; there'll be other
ponies whose asses need whipping. Markus, just stand behind the pony and
take aim. The idea is to carefully lay a stripe across both ass-cheeks. And
don't worry that you'll damage it. The pony will feel it of course, but no
lasting damage will be done to it."

Markus positions himself with his feet apart behind the pony and tests the
crop by swishing it through the air without it actually making contact with
Kip's naked flesh. He does this several times and, with each test, his
confidence grows. To be truthful, Markus savors the idea of applying the
crop to the pony.  Kip is bent double and his smooth, as yet, unmarked ass
presents Markus with an inviting target. Markus salivates at the sight of
the pony's ass quivering in anticipation of the inevitable pain it knows
must follow.

Then, summoning all his arm's strength, Markus swings the crop in a wide
arc to make contact with the pert, upturned ass. The stable's silence is
broken by the thwack of leather striking naked flesh and is followed
immediately by Kip's involuntary gasp of pain. Markus watches as
momentarily, the stripe's indent shows white against the deep tan of the
pony's buttocks before turning an angry red color.

Markus relishes his new power over the helpless slave. This experience is
exposing dormant feelings of domination - or is it sadism - of which Markus
was previously unaware. He's always been an assertive person and this is
recognized by his work colleagues and those unfortunate enough to work
under his supervision. In the work place he has a reputation of being a
"hard man to work for". And he's always enjoyed this reputation.

But his use of the crop on the hapless Kip is very different to the
workplace. There, an employee can argue or dispute with him - and some do
although to no avail - but Kip, the slave hasn't that right and must just
submit meekly and obediently to his authority.

"Fuck, this feels so good!" Markus thinks to himself and, mustering all his
strength, he once more lays his crop across the pony's ass with such force
that it staggers forward under the momentum of the blow. And he feels
greater satisfaction at the pony's loud yelp of pain.

And within the tight constraints of his underwear, his cock grows ever more
impatient and in demand of urgent attention.

"Well done, Markus. Your lessons are finished! And you handled the crop as
well as any man I've seen."  Bodean congratulates Markus. "Now it's time we
left you alone to get on with your inspection of the pony. And once that's
done, I'll have Saggory show you how to put the pony in harness and hitch
it to a cart so that you can take it on a test run. Are you happy with
that, Markus?"

"I'm more than happy, thank you Bodean. I do welcome the chance to examine
the pony in my own time."

"Good, then we'll leave you alone, Markus. Take all the time you need to
evaluate the pony. There's no hurry. And one of us will be on hand close by
should you need any help in handling it. But as I said earlier, this pony
is sweet-natured and I don't think it will give you any trouble now that it
knows you can use the crop as well as any of us can. Good luck and I don't
think you'll be disappointed."

Bodean adds hopefully.



To be continued .......