Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2006 23:46:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: My New Slave, Part Five

MY NEW SLAVE  By Pete Brown.

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Part  Five

For the next two days I used Steve as my pony for
almost the entire day as I toured my estate, and never
failed to have Dan sitting close to me in the trap
both to increase the load on Steve and to let him see
how Dan was now so firmly in my favour.  Our battle of
wills continued as Steve simply did not perform
totally willingly - he responded to the commands like
"run on" and "trot" and "whoa!", but at every
opportunity he had he appeared to try to make my life
awkward, by not stopping exactly in the middle of the
steps up to the mansion, for example.  In turn, I
drove him with a firm hand - a very firm hand - and
his back and butt was soon covered with the fine lines
that the carriage whip yields, and frequently I had to
hit him so hard that the skin was broken and there
would be a thin streak of blood. Fortunately the
wounds from a carriage whip are not deep, and so I
knew I was not damaging the skin permanently as would
be the case with a bull whip, and that after a week or
so once the scabs had formed and fallen off, his skin
would be a delight to touch again.

I also decided to let him see how tough life could be
by ordering the stable overseer to keep Steve's hands
cuffed behind him at night - loosely, as I did not
want to damage his muscles, but with insufficient
chain between the cuffs to allow him to reach around
to his dick - so that he was unable to jerk off.  By
the end of the third day like this, Steve was almost
continuously erect, not just from the action of the
cinch ring, but because his dick was used to being
jerked off two or three times a day normally.  Now, in
addition to the sheen of the slave oil on his pelt and
the sweat from his labours, he usually had a jewel of
pre-cum hanging from the tip of his dick, too, and I
knew that this must be embarrassing for him.  And at
night, lying there chained in his stall, I thought he
must be endlessly frustrated as he could see and hear
the drays in their stall, and the mowing ponies in
theirs, all having their regular healthy sex.

If only he had had the good sense to simply buckle
down and behave properly, I would have relented and
let him resume his normal work as, in truth, I was
missing our exercise sessions.  And whilst Dan was
satisfactory in bed, I was tiring of his relatively
skinny ass and felt the need for the muscular
excitement that Steve's butt always brought to me -
especially with that underlying tension that was
always in the air as the strong man subjugated himself
to me slightly unwillingly

No doubt the denial of sexual relief, the constant
humiliation of a trained personal trainer having to
work as a pony, and the unpleasant whippings to which
he was subject would have brought Steve to heel in
another day or so, but as usual fate interrupted and I
needed to fly to Los Angeles for a meeting with a
Japanese consortium who wanted to discuss a major
opportunity in Australia with me.  Steve usually
accompanies me on these trips as I relish having him
with me at the expensive hotel I use in Beverly Hills
- although the slaves they make available there
(including dedicated ones in the suite I take) are
"perfect", they are perfect in that very Californian
surf-muscle-beach-beautiful kind of way, and they all
have the same muscled bodies, the same perfect teeth,
blue eyes, and so on.  I tire of them very quickly as
they are almost "clones", and prefer the more rugged
natural body of Steve.  It also shows the other guests
that I am discerning and rich, as I care enough about
my own comfort to pay the outrageous charges they make
for lodging a personal slave there even though he is
of course sharing my suite.

Still, I could hardly give Steve a "holiday" in the
present circumstances, could I?  And he does treat
these trips as something like that, lounging around in
the sun on the balcony all day whilst I am at meetings
(and, I suspect, fucking some of the regular hotel
slaves as their boring perfection is a little to his
taste!).  He had to be left behind therefore and
whilst his would in itself be a punishment for him,
one which could be made worse if he saw me taking Dan
to this favourite spot of his, I had a better idea.

I called Dan into my study and told him that  I would
be away for a number of days, and put Steve in his
charge!  I saw Dan look puzzled, and went on "You know
that I am punishing him by using him as my pony...
Well, in my absence, you are to use him in the same
way."

I saw a flicker of interest go across Dan's face, but
he was learning the ways of slavedom and quickly
reverted to a blank expression, but not quickly enough
to fool a very experienced master like me.  "Do not
think, however, that life for Steve will be easy in my
absence!  I am putting you in charge of him, and I
expect you to treat him as I have been doing recently.
 In fact, I will give orders to the stable overseer
that Steve is to be kept chained in his stall when he
is not exercising with you, and that exercise is
always to be with him shackled in the trap; you know
how he hates to be idle... and unless you are running
him in the trap, he will be tethered in the stables.
He will remain with the bit locked in place so that
you and he may not converse, and, more importantly,
the stable overseer will be instructed that only you
are to feed him:  it will do him good to have a young
man like you forcing the feeder down his throat and
winding the handle to stuff his food into him. And if
you do not do it, he will go hungry."

"Please, sir, don't make me do that... Let Steve and
me run properly, let him eat..."

"Silence!  I will not have slaves arguing with me, and
begging me for favours.  Now, I have made myself clear
- you are to exercise him, and feed him, and on my
return I will inspect his back and butt and if there
are no traces of blood, I will know that you will not
have been exercising him sufficiently hard.  So you
will need to be prepared to use the whip.  In fact,
you can load sacks of fertiliser into the trap and get
Steve to run up and down between here and the packing
sheds to really make it worthwhile to use it as he
will be physically struggling with the hill."

"I can't whip him, sir, please..."

"Nonsense!  Of course you can.  And you will.  If
Steve is not bleeding on my return, I will know you
have not exercised him sufficiently, in direct
defiance of my orders.  It would be too easy then for
me to punish you.... But I will instead meet out to
Steve the punishment that you would then deserve, in
addition to that which he would have missed....  You
will no doubt recall the additional cane strokes you
caused him the last time you disobeyed me...."

Dan looked uncertain, worried, but at last muttered
"Yes, sir."

"Good!  I am glad you are not as stupid as Steve, to
try to defy me.  But remember, you will not know when
I am returning, and so you will need to keep him fully
stretched as you drive around, at all times."

I made a gesture of dismissal and, strode out to the
car to take me to the airport.


_______________________________________


On my return from my trip - which had taken four days,
more than I had planned as the Japanese were up to
their usual wily tricks and had to be shamed into
doing the right thing once their duplicity had been
revealed - I did some work in my study until I saw the
trap approaching the mansion at a respectable speed.
Dan was clearly unaware of my return as he came into
the mansion for a cooling drink, and was genuinely
surprised to see me.

I went outside and saw that he had indeed done as I
ordered - there were sacks of fertiliser in the trap,
and Steve was standing there with the sweat literally
dripping off him as it was a warm, humid afternoon.
It was trickling in little rivulets down his heaving
chest as his lungs continued to suck in air, ran
across his flat belly and down his dick to drip slowly
to the ground, as if he was dribbling after a piss.
I looked at  him, and ran my hand lightly over his
back and was gratified to feel him wince as my fingers
disturbed the web of fine whip lines still there, and
when I pulled my hand away my fingers were tinged with
blood most satisfactorily.

Steve, who at first, I thought, had seemed pleased to
see me, was now scowling.

Dan came around the corner at that point holding one
of the hoses used to water the shrub containers on the
terrace, and was about to put the end in Steve's mouth
when I stopped him.

"But sir, I was only giving Steve a drink - the hose
is the only way...."

"Oh leave him.  He's only a pony, and it will do him
good to wait until he gets back to the stables.  I
don't want water spilled all around here, and the way
he's dripping sweat everywhere is already
distasteful."

As I said this I pulled Dan towards me and kissed him,
very forcibly with my tongue deep down his throat.  I
pulled out and said, so that Steve could hear me "I
had a tiring time in Los Angeles and the sex was
mechanically perfect with the hotel slaves, but
unexciting.  The plane journey as tedious, too - come
on upstairs so I  can use your ass..."

Steve's scowl turned to a look of frustration as he
knew what he'd been missing, and saw further evidence
of  Dan usurping "his" place.  I was pleased by this,
but the next moment my anger almost visibly flared as
Dan said "I'll be right with you, sir - I'll just take
Steve back to the stables so he can drink and rest -
this was the last run of the day..."

"Leave him!  How dare you put the needs of a slave
above my requirements!", I snapped.  "Get upstairs and
get naked... NOW!".  I looked at Steve and said "And
you - stay there!  Don't go sneaking off to the
stables, as I might want to go off for a quick tour of
the estate after I've used Dan, and changed."

Dan was not used to the sheer ferocity with which I
took him.  I pushed him onto the bed, commanded him to
kneel on his hands and knees then tore off his shorts.
 I did not bother to undress completely, as I was in
such a hurry to fuck him, and simply let my pants fall
to the floor and stood there and fucked him with my
shirt and tie still on.  It didn't take me long, but
as I was finishing I heard the first claps of thunder
- the weather had been  vaguely threatening since I
had arrived back, and now one of those sudden storms
which we can experience down here broke out.

After I'd showered and changed into my favourite jeans
and a comfortable polo shirt, I looked out of the
window at the storm an the rain cascading out of the
sky.  There, to my surprise, was Steve standing with
his head bowed, in the trap, at the font door just as
I'd left him.  I know I criticised him once before for
moving when he had not been given permission, but I
was simply amazed at his staying there as the storm
beat his body.  You probably know how unpleasant it is
when it starts to rain when you're at the pool, and in
general slaves hate working naked as the rain falls on
them - not only do the drops sting the skin, but it
makes you very cold as it's rather like taking an
extended icy cold shower.  What was gong on outside
now though wasn't just rain, but a real proper storm,
with a strong wind lashing the icy deluge over Steve.

I knew it must be hurting him, and chilling him to the
marrow, and could see that this was another strategy
of his in our battle of wills.  I strode down the
stairs, calling for Dan to follow me, snatched my
heavy rain cape an broad-brimmed hat from the coat
rack in the hallway, and got into the trap.  Dan stood
there, his slave T and shorts completely wet through
in seconds, and I snapped at him to get beside me, and
then wrapped the cape around him so that his quivering
body was pressed right against mine.  "Ride on!", I
called to Steve above the noise of the storm, and I
could see he had a terrible time making any headway
against the sheer fury of the wind and rain that was
now lashing us.

It was just too bad to go on a long ride, and so I
contented myself with a turn around the house, and
then directed Steve to the stables.  The stables
overseer rushed up as we arrived, bringing me a towel
to dry myself, as even with the heavy storm cape the
weather had been so violent that I had got wet.  Steve
stood there, the water running off him, and shivering
miserably with the cold.

"Give me a riding crop!", I snapped, and then the
stables overseer handed me the one I usually use when
out hunting on my real hunter, I went over to Steve
and slashed at his butt, four times.  He leapt into
the air with each stroke and cried out, his cries of
pain and outrage muffled still by the bit.  Dan was
looking at me in amazement, and I said to him "This
pony is still not performing properly, and needed to
be punished.  A pony that was concerned for his
master's  goods would have pulled the trap along,
under the shelter of the porch... Instead of exposing
it to the storm."

"But sir, when Steve moved the other day, without your
instructions, you punished him then.  It seems he's
punished if he moves ,and punished if he does not..."

"How dare you criticise me!  Watch your manners, or
you will be the next one for punishment.  The two
cases were entirely different - in the first, Steve
moved for his own comfort and convenience.  Today, he
wilfully stood there in the storm, exposing his body
and the trap to possible damage.  He is not a stupid
slave, so the risks to my property should have been
clear... But he chose to ignore them, and he is being
punished for it."

I could see Steve now looking defiantly at me as he
continued to shiver violently - remember, he could not
even sluice the water off his body, or rub his hands
over himself to warm up as he was shackled to the trap
- so I knew he knew I had seen through his scheme to
make me feel guilty for the suffering he was
undoubtedly experiencing.  But such scheming needed to
be trumped, and he needed to learn where the real
power lay.

"How is Sven?", I demanded of the stable overseer.

"He has been exercising, sir, and is ready to resume
duties.  I had planned to ask you how you wished to
proceed, with both Sven and Steve available to pull
your trap..."

"Let me see him."

The overseer rapped an order and seconds later Sven
stood in front of me, as handsome as ever and every
inch of him the perfect pony.  I commanded him to turn
around and even reached up and stroked his "mane" -
the long blond hair that I allowed to grow from his
Mohican down to this shoulders.

"Is your foot completely recovered?  Could you pull
me, even if it was all day, on an extended tour of the
estate?"

Sven was of course properly trained, and even though
he was not wearing a bit, did not even consider
speaking, but instead nodded vigorously.

"Excellent!".  I turned to the stable overseer and
told him to unshackle Steve from the trap, and then to
place him back to back with Sven, their butts and
shoulder blades touching, so I could consider them.

It's a good plan if you're looking for a comparison of
slaves to have them stand like that - not only do the
slaves tend to resent it as they don't like their
naked skin in contact with each other, but it does
make it easy to make a comparison from the side.  As I
looked at the two men now I could see that even though
Steve was a big man, Sven was bigger - an inch or two
taller, and that additional length coming in the legs
as his butt was fractionally above Steve's.  Well, I
suppose you'd expect that, as in buying and training
him as a pony an owner would naturally select a slave
with longer than average legs.

"Turn around!", I commanded.  "And you, Sven get an
erection - I wish to compare your dicks, and Steve is
already hard.  Stand close, now."

Sven stroked himself hard very quickly, and the two
men stood facing each other.  I put my hand on Sven's
butt, enjoying the feeling of owning this delicious
warm muscle, and pushed him gently forward, until the
tip of Sven's dick was just touching the area of skin
above Steve's  (remember, he was now totally shaved in
that area).

"See", I said to Dan.  "Sven is not only taller than
Steve, but he has a longer dick,  His tip is stabbing
at Steve's , whereas Steve can't reach Sven."  I knew
this would be hurtful to Steve, as he likes to think
he 's got a big dick.  Well, he has - it's beautifully
in proportion to his body and way above average for
men as a whole.  But still it wasn't as big as Sven's,
and now he knew that we all had that proof of it.  I
moved over to where the two men stood in such intimate
proximity, and curled my fingers around both their
dicks.  Sven's felt warm and delightful to the touch,
but Steve's was distinctly cold.  I could almost feel
the palpable excitement in the two men as their
breathing deepened,  to the extent that their swelling
chests almost touched each other.  Gripping their
dicks tightly together, I began to stroke them.

As you may remember I had given orders for Steve's
arms to be cuffed at night so that he was unable to
jerk himself off, and now, at the feel of my fingers,
and of Sven's dick pressed against the entire length
of  his, he started to moan, a moan audible through
his bit.  I could feel his excitement mount, as his
dick, which had already been totally erect, now seemed
to swell just that little bit extra.  And then he gave
a loud moan and I felt his dick begin to pulse.

Steve pumped the most enormous load of cum I've ever
seen out, all over Sven's balls and thighs, but, like
a well trained pony, especially one who is so close to
his master, Sven just stood there.  "Disgusting
animal!", I snapped at the watching men in general,
and "Give me that towel to cleanse my fingers...", to
the stables overseer.

As I wiped my hands, I rapped out a string of orders
to the overseer... "Have the double pull shafts
attached to the trap before tomorrow morning - I will
use both slaves in tandem in my trap.  Let them live
in the same stall, but after that disgusting display
from Steve you no longer need to keep him cuffed -
just shackled in place, as usual.  You can remove the
training bit from him as he has a role model in Sven
to see how to behave, but keep it ready, hung on their
stall, as a reminder to him that it can be replaced
easily if he fails to remain silent.  Have both of
them outside in the morning, as I intend to inspect
the estate...."

I turned to go, but the stables overseer called out
"Shall we remove the cinch ring, sir, if you want the
two ponies to look alike?"

"No... Although Sven is used to running totally naked
and is used to the strain on his dick and balls, Steve
is not.  So he can keep the cinch ring for the time
being as I do not wish him to suffer unnecessarily.
Although I do not suppose he will be properly grateful
to me for this kindness."

"Sir, in the same stall, the ponies will almost
certainly engage in sex...."

"So be it."

With that I left, spent a rather unsatisfactory
evening watching a movie on TV, buggered Dan as we
retired, but then decided not to let him share my bed
as I wanted to lie still and not have his body moving
and thrashing against mine in the night.

The following morning as we showered I told Dan to
make sure he had his most comfortable running shoes on
as I wanted him to jog along beside the ponies as we
went around the estate, and I intended to be out most
of the day.  After breakfasting I went outside and
there they were, side by side in the shafts of the
trap, with Steve's left wrist shackled to it, as was
Sven's right, and with a cuff joining Steve's right
wrist to Sven's left.  Both slaves stood there stiff
and proud, but there was something odd about their
body language and the stance they were adopting.  The
stables overseer hurried up to me, and gave me the
news.  "I'm sorry, sir, but the ponies are just not
looking in peak condition...."

They looked pretty good to me, their pelts glistening
with their application of slave oil, but as I got
closer I could see signs of bruising on each of them,
and when I got around to the front, both ponies were
sporting black eyes, and Steve's lip was all puffed
up.  There was more bruising all over their torsos,
and as I looked at their hands gripping the shafts,  I
could see skin had been abraded from the knuckles and
they were red raw.

"I'm sorry, sir...", the stables overseer went on,
"But these two stallions started to fight the moment
we shackled them in their stall..."

"Didn't you break them up?"

"Yes, sir, and disciplined them with some strokes of
the crop.  But once we'd left, they began again.
Frankly, sir, I judged it best to leave them to it -
it's my experience with ponies, especially really fit
stallions like these two, that they need to work out
their own hierarchy.  It's just the same when we
introduce a new dray into the team - even with slaves
who are a lot less physical than these there can be a
lot of fighting until the 'pecking order'
re-establishes itself.  I judged it best to let Sven
and Steve work out who was going to be top dog, who
was going to fuck who...  And you did say they could
engage in sex..."


I looked at Steve and Sven, both bruised, both
glaring.  "Which one fucked the other?", I asked the
stable overseer.

"We don't know, sir,  As we said, we left them to it
as stallions need to work these things out for
themselves.    And this morning they were both pretty
battered... We've cleaned them up as well as we could,
but there's nothing for it, I'm afraid, except to wait
for the bruising to disappear... Fortunately the
County Fair isn't until next month, so if you want to
exhibit them, there's not a problem..."

I smiled to myself, and went and stood by Steve and
slipped my hand between his powerful thighs, allowing
it to explore upwards.  He flinched as my fingers
brushed his hole, which felt moist and puffy.

"So, Steve, it seems a s if that monster dick of
Sven's found its mark last night!"  Before he had a
chance to say something (I really did not want to have
to strike him for speaking), I moved swiftly over to
Sven and carried out the same examination,  His ass
was tight and firm, and he made a soft snuffling noise
as I probed his pucker, which was very tight indeed.
"So, Sven, you're the lead stallion, it seems.... I
must say, I am a bit surprised, as Steve does not
normally want to feel another man's dick pleasuring
his ass...."

Sven was too well trained to reply, but he nodded
enthusiastically.  I must confess I was a bit
surprised, as Steve was after all a strong, trained
marine who had been taught hand to hand combat.  But
then, Seven was those couple of inches taller, and,
perhaps more importantly, was only twenty five or so -
I guess the additional strength of a younger man,
especially when Sven had not been working all day and
was not battered from the storm, had given him the
edge.  Still, it was an interesting development, and
whilst I was not overjoyed to think that Sven's huge
dick would now be ploughing Steve's ass and stretching
its agreeable tightness, it would be a good lesson to
Steve to see that he could be humbled in this way.

All day as we drove around the estate I made sure that
I treated Sven as the "lead" pony, addressing orders
to him if I spoke at all, and patting him
affectionately on his butt to say "well done" when we
got back to the stables, whilst mostly ignoring Steve.
 And I continued this strategy for three more days,
putting up with the inconvenience of only having Dan
to fuck in the evenings (well that's not strictly
true, as there were always the waiters and so on, and
I could have had a nigga from one of the work coffles
cleaned up if I'd really wanted a muscular ass, but I
dislike gross changes in my routine).

That weekend the weather was agreeably warm and sunny,
 and I drove into town to get my haircut once more,
noting with satisfaction that this time Steve did not
appear to be as embarrassed as he had been before - or
perhaps it was that seeing Sven standing there naked
and unashamed, he knew that he needed to do the same
to avoid looking foolish.  I'd decided to make Dan run
instead of sitting beside me as the trap is not that
wide, and I prefer to be able to move around freely,
and on the way home I noticed his T and shorts were
really wet with huge patches of sweat very visible.  I
toyed with the idea of having him strip and run naked
too, but then considered that it might detract from
the feelings that Steve was experiencing if none of
them was clothed.  But we had time before lunch, and
were passing the "swimming hollow", and so I decided
to give the lad a treat.

Although we have a magnificent pool at the mansion,
sometimes in the heat of summer it's fun instead to go
down to this swimming hole - a natural lake on the
estate that I have not had drained and filled in.
There's something almost sensual about lying in the
shallows with the sandy bottom underneath you, the
reeds all around, and the wildlife fluttering and
splashing.  I stopped the trap, and asked Dan if he'd
like a dip - he enjoys swimming, and in turn I enjoy
seeing his body in action.

He threw off his clothes and ran into the water, and
swam out into the lake, then turned to wave at me as
he trod water.  The ponies stood there, sweat running
off them, and so I went over and uncuffed them and
told them they could go into the water, too.  Steve at
once ran across the narrow beach and executed a
perfect running dive, then thrashed out to Dan, and
the two of them raced back to the shore.  Sven was
much slower, though, and hesitatingly and tentatively
stayed in the shallows, making a feeble attempt to
swim.

I called out "Come on, Sven!  The exercise is good for
your arms.  I know you've got powerful legs, but it
wouldn't hurt you to exercise your arms, too...."

To my surprise, Sven hesitated, and normally he's such
an obedient pony.  Then  I saw Steve swim over and say
something, and then Steve put his arm around Sven and
carried on talking, and I could see Sven shaking his
head, and then Steve pointing at me and saying
something, and this dialogue continued until Sven
started to slowly - and badly - swim out more, with
Steve splashing around alongside, shouting things at
him.  In the middle, where Dan was still floating
around and treading water, the two men stopped, and I
realised that Steve was helping Sven stay afloat!  I
then knew what had happened:  Sven was evidently not a
strong swimmer, and didn't want to go right out;
Steve had argued with him, pointing out that it was my
orders,  then swam alongside him encouraging him, and
now was holding him afloat, giving him the confidence
to stay there in the deep water.

After a few minutes both men swam slowly back, Steve
"pacing" Sven, and they climbed out of the water and
Steve again put his arm around Sven!  This was a real
turn up for the book, as I understood from the stables
overseer that Sven was still vigorously fucking Steve
every night, and that Steve was still resisting and
suffering the consequences in terms of bruising and
the general soreness when a man takes you forcibly,
rather than willingly.

I had some papers to work on in the afternoon, but
later, in the early evening took a stroll to the
stables before dinner.  Ostensibly it was to take a
look at my hunters as the local hunt was meeting the
following day, but as I walked in I surreptitiously
cast a look into Steve and Sven's stall, expecting to
see them sitting on opposite sides of it.  Instead,
they were sitting right next to each other, with their
arms intertwined, and they seemed to be whispering
(there's no prohibition on ponies using speech when
"off duty" - it's only forbidden when they're
working).

When I got back from the hunt the following day, very
tired and with my whole body aching from the really
hard work of being in the saddle for hours, I again
saw the two men in close proximity, and asked the
stables overseer about it.

"It seems that Sven hates the water, sir, and it was
never a problem until you ordered them both to swim
the other day.  He hates it as he's not a strong
swimmer, and with all those muscles and big bones,
he's not got much natural flotation, and he's worried
about drowning!  Steve helped him out, and that seemed
to break the icy between them - instead of them
ignoring each other and there being a fight every
night before Sven overpowers Steve to fuck him,
they're together now every minute they can be.... And
at night, they can't wait to start fucking... It's
good, sir - I think they're becoming proper lovers,
and it will make for a much better pairing:   with the
County Fair coming up, you'll have an excellent chance
of winning if you exhibit them,  as the judges can
always tell ponies who are happy and content...."

I was furious!  It had been bad enough that Steve was
being fucked when all I'd really wanted was to
humiliate him by making him work as a pony, but I'd
had to let that go and could almost justify I to
myself as being part of the humiliation he was
suffering.  But if he was now starting to enjoy it,
had found a lover.... This had to stop!

After dinner I called the stables and told them to
have Steve freshly shaved, properly cleaned out
inside,  and lightly oiled, and then to send him over
to the main house without the trap.    I led him up to
my bedroom, and fucked him hard - enjoying once more
the feel of a powerful set of buttocks under me as I
rode him to climax.   Although I think he wasn't as
tight as he usually was, I'm sure that it was probably
my imagination as unless you're having a really
prolonged session, the anal sphincter recovers very
quickly, doesn't it?  What was upsetting though was
the fact that Steve now didn't seem to mind the
presence of my dick in him - previously he'd hated
being fucked, but now it didn't seem to matter as much
to him.

We lay there afterwards, my head resting in the crook
of his powerful arms, and I said "You can sleep in
your blanket in here tonight, Steve.  I've missed our
training sessions and I'm reinstating them... Tomorrow
morning we're back to normal..."

Never one to miss an opportunity go, Steve, sensing I
was in a relatively good mood (as I usually am after
I've fucked)), gently pinched at the skin on my belly.
 "Yes, sir, I think you've been letting yourself go.
You need proper training, sir, if you don't want to
end up flabby and weak alike all the old guys..."

I smiled, and said  "You're right.  And I like a bit
of entertainment in bed, too....".  I called out to
Dan, who had been watching silently, and told him to
"ride" Steve's dick as Steve lay there next to me on
his back.    There's something special about making a
slave lower his ass onto an erect dick and then do all
the work in pumping himself up and down - I quite
enjoy having it done to my own dick, and when I've
very tired, or when I want  to emphasise to Steve that
he is a slave, I've sometimes made him do that.  It's
not was much fun seeing a slim slave like Dan pumping
himself up and down and it's much harder for a big guy
like Steve to have to support all his weight on his
thighs as he does do, and it is of course not nearly
as pleasurable when your own dick is not involved -
but nevertheless it was agreeable to watch the
interplay of the muscles in Dan's body as he worked
away, to see the sweat start to break out on him with
the exertion, and to see his dick flying up and down
in synchronisation with his movements.  Steve seemed
to be really enjoying it, though, as one of his
massive hands was stroking Dan's thighs as the lad
worked away, and soon his own body started to thrust
upwards, slamming in to Dan's as it came down.

Once he'd climaxed and I'd told Dan to get and shower,
Steve seemed troubled, though.  "Hey, didn't you enjoy
that?", I queried.

"Sir, thank you, sir.   It was good to have slave Dan
ride my dick, sir.

"Good.  Now, perhaps I'll let you stay next to me, as
you're agreeably warm and I've missed feeling hard
muscle these past couple of weeks.

Steve was quiet for a moment or to, and then began,
very hesitantly  "After we've exercised, sir...
Tomorrow.... Can I go back and work with Sven?"

"He's in the trap."

"Yes, sir.  Can I work with him, sir?"

"Certainly not!  You're my personal trainer, and you
need to be on hand around me, all the time, in case I
need you.  And I don't want you in the stables,
getting fucked... We'll go back to the old system,
when I'm the only one who fucks you...."

"Sir, please, sir.... Can't I spend even a little time
with Sven?"

"No."

"Sir, please..."

I rolled over so I was lying on his chest, reached
down and grabbed his cinched balls, and looked him
straight in the eye.  "Listen, and listen well, Steve.
 You're a slave.  My personal trainer.  And you do
what I tell you!  And you do it without argument."

"Your attitude when young Dan arrived was far from
satisfactory, and your time in the stables was a
punishment.  Now I have taken you out of the stables,
and restored you to a privileged position as my
personal trainer, you should be grateful."

He looked slightly ashamed.  "But Sven, sir... He was
so lonely.... And he and I really like each other..."

I squeezed his balls, making him almost cry with pain,
a cry which he suppressed as he hates to be thought to
be weak.  "You are my slave, Steve, and don't forget
that.  You are to be totally focussed on my needs, and
I will not have you concerned about other slaves."

"But sir..."

I squeezed again.  "One more word out of you, Steve,
and I'll see if a spell working with the niggas in the
field coffles wouldn't be a good ideas to re-focus
you.  And, what's more, I do not want to see even the
slightest hint of the sullen displays and insolent
mental disobedience that  I saw last time.  If there's
any of that at all, I'll sell Sven as you're taken off
to the coffles, and that will be an end of it."

I lay against his body all night, enjoying the firm
strength of it, and at about three a.m. I even played
with his erect dick as it pushed at my skin, causing
him to stir in his sleep and a small jewel of pre-cum
to make my hand agreeably slimy.  And the next morning
the "old" Steve was there as we ran, indeed he seemed
to be almost overcompensating as I was so much more
exhausted than usual when we got back to the mansion.
I caught him giving Sven a hopeless shrug of his
shoulders when we went out for an inspection of the
estate, with Steve and Dan trotting alongside "as in
the old days", and to tell you the truth, I was so
glad to have things back to normal that when we
returned to the stables I called the stables overseer
over.

"I've been thinking.... It's hard on ponies like Sven,
who are always alone.  It's OK for the drays, who have
the rest of their team, and the mower ponies who are
in the same stall, but a powerful pony like Sven needs
to be kept n shape with more sex.  So I've decided
that you don't need to shackle him at night... He can
be allowed to visit the drays and the mowers, if he
wishes."

And I l looked at Steve and went on "And when I'm away
on a trip when I haven't taken you with me, you are
allowed to come over here and fuck the ponies, if you
like - you need to keep in practice, too."


End Of Part Five.