Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 21:08:32 EDT
From: Savagetrainer@aol.com
Subject: Odessa Ranch 8

Archive;'Odessa Ranch 8'{Ian Jacobs}( MM, sm, ws, scat, bd )[ 8 of ? ]

Odessa Ranch

Part 8, From the Yoke

Mike's view of the initiation rite was one thing, but the view from those
in the yoke shouldn't be ignored.  The 4 slaves who made up the mule train
had never done it before and never done anything quite like it.  They had
all been toilets-which many would consider the worst possible use-and they
had been traditional slaves.  Being mules was more variety than many slaves
ever got, and might have been more variety than the 4 wanted.

	Nick's Adonis

	Nick could see Mike bring the three others; his attentions went
directly to the tallest of the 4.  Mike tied Seth to Nick's right.  Nick
waited until Mike went over to talk with Buck.
	"I'm Nick," He whispered over his right shoulder.  He didn't care
if he risked a lashing either for him or his Adonis.
	"Seth."
	He now had a name to put with the face and body.  For now, that
would be enough.  He wouldn't risk punishment for any more information and
was sated enough not to bother with trying to touch him, though his hands
were unbound.  He stared straight ahead as was his practice and waited for
Mike's orders.


	The yoke and bridle were not as uncomfortable as Nick imagined from
seeing pictures of similar set ups.  The bit only hurt when Mike pulled too
quickly on the reins, but it made him drool constantly.  He thought about
it.  Drooling was not something he'd done since he was a toddler.  It was
one step towards animal that he'd never considered before.  After a couple
of hours he stopped the nearly involuntary slurping and just let the spit
drip where it had to.
	Mainly though, Nick thought of his shoulder being only 2 feet from
Seth.  That thought overrode the feelings coming from his bleeding knees.
Since he could only go the direction the yoke demanded, he could turn his
head enough to consider Seth's moving body.  He was less tanned than Nick
would have thought, and as cliche as it sounds, Seth was nearly golden.
His hair was longer than when Nick first saw him, and was hay dry as
essentially every slave on the ranch.  Nick noticed that Seth's cock was
flaccid where his own was rock hard-he had to piss, but was too hard to do
it without stopping so his balls hurt double from the stimulation and the
bladder pressure.
	All four of them learned how to fall into trot pretty quickly, so
they made their way to the starting point with it's stacks of hay bales
before sundown.  Stopping brought the full effect of the pain from his
knees past everything else in Nick's head.  He lifted one up and looked; he
didn't want to brush away any of the grit because he didn't want to risk
even more pain.  He was afraid the trek left his kneecaps exposed; it
certainly felt like that.  The pain was more a burn than a stabbing
pain-that would follow after he was allowed to stand-and his quick
examination proved they were more scuffed and sand burned than worn to the
bone.  (The hours on the hard scrabble though had bruised the kneecaps on
all four slaves, and each of them was going to realize that at the same
time when Mike gave the order to stand.)
	Nick heard Ty giggle and then listened as Mike whipped him.  Nick
couldn't see the punishment as it all took place behind him.  For the first
time since arriving he heard a whipping he didn't actually see.  It was
surreal for him.  Mike was either extremely pissed, or had enough pent up
aggression to be brutal with the strap, the snap report from it hitting Ty
was very sharp and quick.  Nick didn't know Ty's pain threshold-very
high-but from the noises of Ty trying not to do more than grunt told him
that Mike was laying it on HARD.  He knew from empathy which lashes landed
on ass flesh and which on back since the sound from the leather was
noticeably broader and deeper when it hit the slightly looser ass flesh.
Nick tried to count the lashes because he wanted some idea of what to
expect if Mike decided to whip him, but he became too engrossed in trying
to picture exactly what was happening.  Nick decided that Mike would cause
more pain than he had yet run across and wanted to put that off for as long
as possible.
	Then Mike unhooked Seth and moved him directly in front of Nick.
Nick looked at the profile of his obsession.  He hated horses, but with
Seth in this position, Nick understood what horse lovers saw in a beautiful
breed.  He watched Mike orchestrate Ty's equine cock into Seth's hole and
winced in sympathetic pain when Seth jumped.  He hated being a honey boy
almost as much as he hated horses, but he wanted to clean Ty's cock; this
made him drool even more.
	Sex was common in the stable.  Nick enjoyed it often and always
with an abandon he hadn't yet taken for granted, and always with an abandon
that was entirely different from all other sex he had ever had.  Mores,
ethics, emotional tendrils, all the societal and psychological barriers
against the simple joy of an orgasm were gone.  Inhibitions were gone
without the alcohol to blame.  Obligations to call or at least claim to
were gone.  All had been stripped away except the act, its completion, and
a sense of release, catharsis, joy, ease were all that was left.  If Zen
were sex, then the dynamic of the ranch at Odessa would be the ironic
monastery and unequivocal Mecca.
	That said, Nick couldn't help but want something besides that.  He
wanted the same sense of release but from and with Seth.  He didn't know
what Buck would do if he saw a relationship forming, but Nick also knew the
likelihood of him and Seth being both close enough and unfettered were
tiny.  Longing was renewed.  His life had become so focused on either the
sex of the moment, or avoiding punishment, that the idea of longing, or of
even craving, had left him after just a couple of days in the honey
room-he'd even stopped wanting to earn his place out of that hole after
just a couple of days of the treatment, he just wanted to get through each
hour, each day, advanced thought was more unpleasant than the taste of shit
and the wide sting of the lash.  Now he was like a 4 year old in a candy
store looking at the largest piece of chocolate he'd ever seen.  Nick saw
Mike fuck Seth with the same sort of abandon he now knew well.  He saw Seth
with no expression.  He saw Mike doing what he most wanted to do from a
distance of barely a yard and was unable to do anything about it.  He could
have jerked off and taken the punishment, but what would that have given
him?  He would have had momentary release from a longing that would return
with the same intensity the second Seth rejoined the yoke.  Nick wanted to
cry.  He hadn't felt like that since he left Atlanta in the wee hours and
that was from a sense of relief rather than emotional torture.  Until now,
he thought he'd left that behind.

	Fortunately for Nick, Mike was a snorer.  Mike had make a sort of
arm chair from the bales and slept with his boots resting on Ty's ass; Nick
could see looking over his shoulder.  He noticed that Seth was nodding
between sleep and not quite awake.  He decided he would risk serious pain
for him and the other three just to do what came next.
	He reached over and grabbed Seth's cock gently.  Seth did two
opposing things, both by instinct, at once while coming awake: he moved his
leg away so Nick could get a better hold, and shook his head while trying
to say no.  There was enough moonlight for the look on Nick's face to calm
Seth.  And Nick motioned backwards so Seth could witness that Mike was
deeply asleep.  Nick moved the skin of Seth's uncut cock slowly, pretending
that the cock was up his ass.  He moved his hand with the same speed and
intensity he would want from Seth if mounted by him.  Seth bucked a little
showing he wanted Nick to go faster.  Nick looked at him eye to eye again
and removed his hand.  His look said, "My way."  Seth nodded and Nick began
again.  He didn't want to torture this beautiful man, but he wasn't going
to risk a whipping for anything less than the fullest measure of what he
wanted.  When Seth started to make little whining sounds, Nick felt in the
space between his heart and his gut that he had gotten what he wanted, so
he jerked quickly.  Seth came with only a slight spasm and controlled
panting.
	Nick reached his usual hand for his own cock-it was awkward to jerk
Seth with his left hand, and he hoped he hadn't hurt Seth in any way with
that unfamiliar hand.  He barely had time to take a decent grip before
Seth's hand moved it away.  Nick really didn't expect it.  The idea of
reciprocity was becoming law for him, but he didn't know whether or not
Seth would comply, and anyway the jerk had been unilateral, even ignoring
the fact of the bits making true questioning impossible.
	Nick's mind went to his place of abandon, the darkness behind his
eyelids lit by minor optical lightening when the waves and sparks of
pleasure pulsed through his body's several parts.  For the last several
days, Nick had been practicing cum control on himself so he could maximize
the pleasure-once the horses were out, there was little else to do, so he
could invest in a little self improvement.  Fantasies about the two of them
exploring outside the yoke began to enter his head, but he moved them aside
for the darkness and singular physical sensation; this is what he wanted
most, he would have preferred not to be bound and have his cock in Seth,
but this was the closest he was likely going to get.
	Seth was beginning to get impatient and let Nick know by gripping
his cock harder and jerking with as much intensity as he could.  Nick
removed his new controls and let himself cum.  To remove the evidence, he
pissed on the scattered spots of cum, just in case Mike noticed the spots
in the morning and decided to make a punishment case for it.  He motioned
to Seth to do the same.

	Morning hurt.  Mike ordered them to stand and all 8 knees popped,
all 4 slaves groaned.  They all moved like they did when first released
from the honey room.  Seth and Nick waited while Ty and Jayson put the
first load of hay into the wagon.  Mike didn't have to use the carriage
whip too often because the slaves wanted to be finished with the task more
than Mike himself.  The fields and the stables were more predictable and
much less painful.
	It took 4 round trips to get the hay moved from the distant corner
to where the cattle were currently assembled.  Their knees hurt more from
the sweat irritating the skin than anything else, but they were all just
pleased that they were moving, that Mike used the lash very seldom, and
that their day as mules was going to be over.
	After the last load, Mike went over to Buck while the slaves stood.
They were all starving, thirsty, and aching.  They knew the task was over,
but had no idea if there was another in store.  Mike came back over and
said something none had heard since arriving and would likely not hear
again for sometime.
	"Thanks y'all."
	Fortunately he left them bridled for that solecism, none of them
had been trained to handle kindness.
	He unhooked each from his spot in the train.  They shook their
heads to loosen their strained necks and checked out the damage to their
knees.
	"Y'all carry the yoke and follow me."
	"Sir yes sir."  In unison.
	They put the yoke back in Buck's personal stable.  Mike then
ordered them to follow him to the honey room.
	"Y'all may one day have to do what I just did.  You did good, I'm
going to do something now, but if you tell another hand, I will personally
whip the skin off your asses.  Y'all take a shower, I'll have another slave
bring you some food, then you can take all night if you want to have a time
with each other or the honey boys."
	"Sir yes sir."