Date: Sun, 5 Mar 2017 01:29:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: richard taillon <rimicque@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Steve shows his new ponyboy

I'm waiting in the shower room as usual. Arms up,naked,feet and cock
free. Relaxing in the warm damp space. Its been a few days since my
training started. I had to practice the walk to perfection,Steve would
correct the slightest little mistakes with the crop,he never seemed to be
satisfied: adjusting the height,the length of the steps,the position of my
back and arse.If I was showing some slack,he would hit me hard so I had to
really concentrate,my mind completely focused on my body,just trying to
follow Steve's indications. Trying to avoid the crop. Sounds foolish but it
really stings,then after a while even worst,because sometimes he hits the
same spot over and over.But I got the knack of it.. So when I walk to my
stall,the shower or the exercise room or outside to the corral,its becoming
like a second nature.I lift my legs high. I don't even have to think of
it. Its like the SHOW stance,whenever I hear Steve coming,I take it fast.

In the corral,I had to learn to trot. Naturally its faster than the walk, I
don't have to raise my knees so high,its easy at the beginning,but after a
while you get tired and out of breath. Steve gave me time to recover from
time to time.Another day I had to gallop, run as fast as I could,I was
never an adept of jogging or running, I have long legs,so I can walk fast,
its not an activity I liked much. I preferred group sport like basketball
or volley-ball. With my nose ring,always afraid my nose would ripe off,I
had no choice,I just carried on. When I thought I would collapse,Steve made
me stop. He seems to know when he can push me more or when I can't take it
anymore. Yesterday,he left me with the loud-speakers directing me. I would
alternate between WALK,TROT,GALLOP,REST. What could I do? My nose-ring tied
to the carousel. I just followed the lead. I don't know how long it
lasted. At the end ,I was exhausted but in a nice way,like when you have a
good workout. Sometimes I forgot about the boots,my cock locked between my
legs,the high collar. I just walked or ran, my mind empty.

The time in the exercise room is more pleasant, I always fancied working
out,forget all my troubles. To help me release my stress. I worked out a
lot at school or after work. Lately, with my porno obsession and the
ensuing problems with my wife,I stopped all physical activities. I find it
hard to keep up. But I don't mind it. If only it was my choice. I hate the
loud voice of the instructor, it never stops,so its hard to do all the
repetitions. But I do everything to the letter. Since I know Steve could be
watching,I don't need more punishments. I get out of it winded,worn-out but
satisfied. Anyway I have to build up my strength. When the time comes,I'll
show Steve who's on top.

While I wait,I can see my cock stiring.I hate that.It seems to have a life
on its own. Its true that I haven't cum for a long time.I used to jerk off
daily,sometimes more.Hey I'm 23,with a lot of hormones.. I used to watch
all those porno sites, ponygirls strutting their goods and fantasize myself
dominating them. Now I wake up with a boner after a night of dreams full of
sexy girls. Steve always seems to enjoy touching it before he lets me piss
in the bucket. The worst is in the shower room. After cleaning me,rubbing
himself against my body,he plays with my asshole,inserting one,two fingers
yesterday three. Rubbing my prostate. First I tried to close my sphincter
to prevent him from penetrating me, but its just painful,eventually I
relaxed and just let it go in and out. Anyway its not so bad, after some
time,I close my eyes,feeling the fingers movements,my ass muscle
adapting.The first time he touched my prostate,it was surprising,I never
had felt that sensation before,apart from the doctor and that's not very
erotic,my girl friends never tried that.. Steve rubs my prostate and at the
same time jerks my cock with a regular rhythm. It becomes harder and
harder,I want to cum,I push my cock in his hands,lubricated by my
precum....Suddenly he stops,leaving me all work out and frustrated.

Yesterday when I went back to my stall,walking slowly,raising my legs
high,I felt so ashamed to pass in front of Blacky with my cock sticking
out. When Steve closed the gate, Blacky winked at me. Showing he understood
my feeling and maybe admired my dick. He's in the same
predicament. Whenever I see him naked,he's always sporting a big bone. I'm
sure Steve doesn't let him cum that much. Sometimes I wonder if he's not
giving us Viagra in our meals. I've never been so horny and frustrated in
my life.

So here I am,waiting for the evening cleaning. After the usual
routine,Steve already naked installs an horizontal bar waist high,he
unhooks my wrists and ties them to the back,put on a collar and attaches my
wrists to the collar pulling them up. He then pushes me against the bar. He
takes hold of my nose ring and ties it to a ring on the ground,slowly
bending me over the bar. He brings in a pole with restraints and ties my
legs apart I'm left with my ass in the air,my head down,totally exposed,
cock,balls and ass. I try to struggle because I realized whats going to
happen. I could handle the ass play.But now I know,he's going to fuck
me,take the last remain of my dignity. I feel so mortified. So angry. He
can't do that. I'm not gay! I'm a straight man! Please Steve,I'm your
friend Dan, you can't do this to me. I struggle more. Make some
noises. Trying to say NO NO NO

- Stop that Boy, its no use. Today is THE day. I'm going to take your
cherry. Make you my bitch finally. I know you wont enjoy it, but I
will. With time you'll like it. Don't worry. Now open your hole, I've
prepared it all week.

NO! He can't do that to me. His cock looks so big, I didn't notice that
before. When he comes in front of me,I see that long,large,veined pole
sticking close to my eyes. Its seems huge now,I can't take that. Steve
covers my eyes with a bandanna . I can't see anymore, its much more scary
.Then he fills my hole with a lot of lubricant.I feel him rubbing his dick
between my ass cheeks. I clench my hole tight, blocking the entry. He keeps
rubbing my crack, I continue to hold on, then I feel something poking at my
hole,I can't stop it anymore,I have to let go, its moving in,its so big,I
need to crap,its so painful. I want to push it out but instead its going
slowly in,its ripping me. No stop please,take it out.! Steve holds my waist
firmly with both hands. I tried to push them away,its useless I can't reach
them. He moves slowly the head of the cock inside then suddenly moves
out. Ah!What a relief! I can relax,but just for a minute,he goes in again
fast, I don't have time to react.

-Yeah! Yeah!  So good. So tight. Good boy, relax. Let me in.

I try to relax. But it hurts. The bastard is killing me. I feel his rod
going deeper,very deep, tearing me apart. So far inside, completely, his
crotch pushing against my ass cheeks. He starts a regular leisurely rhythm
going back and forth in my hole. I just try to block my thoughts,
separating my mind from my body. It continues for a long time...back and
forth ,pushing all the way in, then moving out, again going all the way in,
...

I just let my body relax, my brain shutting out, ..he rubs my ass,my
balls,play with my cock, but it stays limp... He takes hold of my waits
again, then starts to fuck me harder,and deep, like a fucking maniac,raping
me. When will he stop? My ass must be raw from the incessant use. Each time
he comes in, I moan in my bit, At last he breaths heavier and erupts all of
sudden. He collapses on my back panting. What a relief! He came at last. He
will leave me alone.

-Wow! That was good! A nice new virgin ass. I'll get you back to your stall
so you can recover.

Steve unhooks my nose,pulls me up. Puts back my boots,my belt and reties my
arms to it then removes the collar. I'm so angry! I wish I could kill
him. He's lucky,my hands are restrained,I would strangle him. Whose the
animal? Whose the asshole? I look at him defiantly. I won't surrender. When
he puts back my boots and belt and ties back my hands on the side,I don't
cooperate and he has to struggle to finish the work. When he walks me back
to my stall,he has to pull me. I go reluctantly behind him, He needs to
hold the reins tight. I pass in front of Blacky with my semi erect
cock. Finally I'm alone in my stall, trying to pull myself up. Blacky is
staring at me with his dark black eye. I sense he knows what I have been
through,its reassuring to have somebody to share your emotions,he can't
touch me,he can't talk to me. But his eyes tell me so much. It must have
been terrible for him when he was alone experiencing the same ordeal. I
feel ashamed to be in this state by my own fault and let Blacky suffer
because of my lack of sympathy and foolishness. Suddenly I start to
cry,releasing all my anger and frustration. I can't stand the pity in
Blacky's eyes. I can't even dry mine so I just close them.


Its another day in my life,if you can call it that. Its been 5 days,since
my terrible ordeal. The next day,Steve came as usual to take me to the
shower room. He was rough and aggressive. He moved around fast and finished
in no time.

-Hey Split. You are MY ponyboy. If I want to fuck you,I do it. Your asshole
belongs to me. I don't like your attitude. You have forgotten the rules. If
you please me,you get a reward,if you don't ,you must feel the
consequences. Today your not going to the exercise room but to the
punishment room. I warned you. Lets go.

I had to follow him to dreaded room.I was so scared. What was he going to
do,he had said it would be worst. He almost had to push me in. He made me
lie down on my back on a wooden rack. He strapped my ankles,my legs,my
thighs, my waist,my chest,my neck,my forehead. I couldn't move an inch. I
tried to plead with my eyes,I moaned as loud as I could. He looked at me
with his cold eyes continuing to tighten the restraints. I couldn't lift my
head,I felt my cock and balls tied with a metal wire,a cold rod inserted in
my piss hole,a hard cold metallic plug in my hole.

- Your connected to my electric machine. The power will go up and down at
random. From low to high. I'm sure that at the end,you will have learned
your lesson,that you will be a good boy,ready to please me. Let the fun
start.

It lasted for ever.I thought it would never end. It kept going on for so
long. The low setting was bad but when it went higher,the pain was
unbearable. I couldn't move at all. I just made high-pitch sounds. I always
feared it would go even higher,that I would loose my mind. Hoped I would
faint. But no,I had to endure every minutes. It lasted for I don't know how
long. At long last Steve came back.

- Now boy. I hope you need to have a good behavior and attitude. I need to
check if your really learned your lesson. You will get up.,spread your legs
and bend down. Stick your ass in the air and arch your back. I will give
you ten blows with the paddle. You will NOT move at all. If you do,we start
over again. Is that clear BOY, nod if you understand. Good.. Lets start.

The bastard started to count. I tried to concentrate and not move but at
the seventh,he hit me harder and I just jolted a bit.

- I told you to stay still BOY We have to start over.

He hit me again. I clenched my fist and my bit. The blows kept on coming
regularly hard and swift. At the fourth one he said I had move. The
bastard. It wasn't true. How could I argue? I think he was enjoying it. It
started all over again. I lost count. I don't remember how many times he
hit me or how many times he stopped to repeat. It was just a blur,my ass
reduced to a painful mass of flesh, I just wished it would end. With my ass
exposed and vulnerable.

- you can relax boy, yeah your ass is really warm and red. Your lucky I
didn't make it bleed.Be careful !Listen to what I say. Next time,if there
is one,its your choice.,it will get worse. So think about it. You need to
obey,its for your good. From now on you will never look at me directly,
always keep you eyes straight ahead. No wandering around.

He took me back to my stall for the rest of the day. I had time to think
about everything: the rape,the punishment,the training. I don't want to go
back to that room. I need to adapt my strategy, I have to make him think
that I am obedient and have accepted my present condition., show no more
signs of defiance. Force myself to do exactly what I'm told. That way he
will think that he has broken my will.

Everyday I did what I was told. I pushed hard in the exercise room,not
missing any move or repetition. I walked,trotted and ran,following the
speaker voice or Steve demanding orders. I moved from one place to the
other in the right position,lifting my legs to the right angle. The worst
was the daily fucking in the shower room, I used to associate it with the
warm temperature. Steve instructed me to relax my sphincter or tighten
it,massage his big cock by moving my body back and forth. He did rub my
prostate,making me hard and played with my cock. I got hornier with
time,getting back my morning hardon and my bone sprang to life when he
unhooked it. I tried hard to continue thinking about my former life. I
would concentrate on voices,faces,feelings. Trying to remember how I used
to fuck a nice pussy,hard and deep. Its difficult to always focus,so my
mind wanders from one thing to the other,sometimes without any pattern. And
I have to wait all the time. Wait to piss,to drink,to eat,to relieve
myself,wait to go from one place to the other,wait in the sun,in the
corral.Wait for orders. My life is a string of long period of inactivity. I
enjoyed it more when I exercise or run,at least I'm doing something and I
can forget about my present life. The presence of Blacky all night helps
me, we are in the stall from dawn to sun rise, just standing there, we
manage to communicate,it's odd because we can't talk,move our hands and
only see our heads. But with the movements of our eyes,our head. I can
almost understand his words. Sometimes he uses his voice. Its sounded
inhuman at first, but now I can decipher what he wants to say. We play
games like imitating each other, he blinks.I repeat, moves up his head, or
sideways, opens wide his mouth, or sticks out his tongue., I copy him, or
the opposite. I like to see him when he pulls the trap. I wonder how it
feels. If I will have the stamina to do it for so long. When I see them
coming back, with the corner of my eyes, I've learned not to turn my
head,he's trotting back, raising his legs,his mane in the wind,his tail
sticking from his arse. Steve sitting on the small seat steering him with
the reins with one hand and the whip in the other one. What I miss most is
to touch, to use my hands, there are always tied to my belt. I use them
only in the exercise room, to pull or push the machines, I can always wipe
my forehead but I don't dare touch my cock and balls between my legs,Steve
was very clear about that, NO TOUCHING, I know he's checking on my with the
cams. I can't have the normal use of my hands, to piss or scratch myself,
there seems to be flies all over the place,in the barn or outside, they
seem to take pleasure in buggering me. I try with my hair or tail to brush
them off. Blacky doesn't seem to care anymore, he looks at me smiling with
his eyes. The only human touch is from Steve,when he tries to comfort
me,when he washes me,when he rubs his body on mine,when he fucks me. Can I
hold on more before I'm turned into a faggot. No deep down I continue to be
the same Dan with the same desires Spit is just another entity, what a
ridiculous name. It is already bad to be called boy for a grown up man,
where did he get that? Split. There are many expressions with split, is has
many meanings, maybe he wants to make me run fast in a split second. Who
knows what goes though his mind? Enough,I have to take him out of my mind,
think about women flesh. How I long to feel a woman's skin, so soft,her
nice silky hair. At night I try to remember how good it was.So I close my
eyes to live those sweet dreams.