Honor/Obey

Part 7: Pony Training

D.J. Heart

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Also by D.J. Heart

1

Adam

It took about an hour of tossing and turning for Adam to admit that this was one aspect of taking David to the farm that he hadn’t thought about. It hadn’t even occurred to him that he would miss having the younger man in the bed with him.

His soft breaths and little snores were better than any noise machine, and Adam even missed the way David alternated between hogging the covers and burrowing in under his chin and clinging to him like a limpet.

Giving up and staring up at the ceiling, Adam wondered if David was missing him just as much as he was missing him. The thought made him roll his eyes at how sentimental he’d gotten, and he wondered if maybe loving David as much as he did was making him too soft.

Except that no, Adam liked the way things were with David, and if it was softer than what he’d liked before that didn’t matter one bit.

Pushing down the silky soft Egyptian cotton draped over his chest, Adam swung his legs over the side of the bed and perched on the edge of the mattress. The master bedroom of Rex’s guesthouse was bathed in darkness, the sofa and chair facing the empty fireplace barely visible shapes against the wall, just a barely there light creeping in from under the bathroom door.

Standing, Adam pulled on his jeans, yanking them up over his big ass and tucking his cock down the side of his left thigh. He couldn’t see his boots, so he felt his way along the wall until he found the light switch, pushing it and blinking at the sudden brightness.

His boots were just a step away. He grabbed them and slid his bare feet into the well-worn leather, turning toward the full length mirror next to the dresser and admiring himself. Tight jeans and cowboy boots was a good look on him. It was a shame that David wasn’t there to enjoy the view.

Putting on his t-shirt, Adam grabbed his leather jacket and headed outside. He made his way down the walkway to the stables, motion activated lights guiding his way, the tall trees on either side of the path ominous and looming above him. It was a windy night, the air cold and crisp, and Adam zipped his jacket up as far as it would go. It wasn’t enough to take the sting out of the cold, but it helped.

Quickening his step, Adam hurried into the stables, rubbing his hands together and kicking the door shut behind him.

The building was kept nice and toasty warm – allowing everyone inside to be as naked as they pleased – so Adam unzipped his jacket.

Not bothering to turn on the light in the tack room, Adam made his way into the stable proper and headed over to Hector’s stall. Treading softly, he walked past the sturdy fucking bench, trailing his fingers over the leather with a small grin.

He wanted to see David and Hector before they saw him – to see what they were up to when they thought they were alone – or as alone as you could be in a stable with seven occupants.

Adam had put David with Hector for two reasons. The first reason was practical. Hector was calm and non-violent, and while Adam didn’t exactly trust him, he trusted him enough to be sure that he wouldn’t rape or abuse David if they were in a stall together.

On a more superficial level, Hector was hot. He looked like the archetypical dilf, and Adam knew that David would enjoy spending some time with the masculine older man.

Even Adam found Hector’s salt and pepper hair, strong jaw and grey eyes enticing. The man was a total stud.

Hector’s stall was the last and third on the left side of the room, and when Adam reached it he rested his arms on the door and peered down at the two men inside.

Jealousy stirred in his gut. Hector sat with his back against the wall, head leaning back against the wall and eyes closed, his booted legs spread wide in front of him. David, looking deceptively slim next to the more muscular man, lay between his legs, head resting on his thigh, mouth pressed against the top of Hector’s sizable but flaccid cock.

That should be him David rested on as he slept, Adam’s inner caveman insisted, no matter the fact that Adam had been the one to put them together.

Turning around, berating himself for being ridiculous, Adam caught the boy in the middle stall across the room staring at him. The kid was ridiculously cute, blond shoulder-length hair framing a face that was all beautifully harsh angles, with wide eyes and a mouth that was all pout. He looked like a twink-lover’s wet dream.

Adam raised his brow, startling the boy and making him blush. Adam smirked and made his way over, the boy backing up as Adam came closer, face mired in the regret of catching Adam’s attention.

“What’s your name?” Adam asked, voice low, coming to a stop at the stall door and leaning his elbows on top of it.

“Oliver,” the boy answered, his hands fiddling with the chain connecting his collar to the wall of the stall. “Sir.”

“You’re the reason Brick was being punished earlier?” Adam asked, tilting his head inquisitively.

Oliver nodded, his hair falling into his eyes. He reached up and brushed it back over his ear.

“Tell me, do you like it here?” Adam asked, his cock hardening in anticipation of the word no.

To his surprise, Oliver nodded.

“You do?”

“I like Brick,” Oliver said, looking to his left toward the stall where Brick had been tied down for his last night of punishment. He glanced down sharply, like he was embarrassed at having revealed a crush.

“Brick?” Adam asked, really surprised now. He couldn’t imagine being at Brick’s mercy and then liking him afterward.

“He’s nice,” Oliver said, voice soft but laced with conviction. When he looked up there was something almost defiant about him. It made him look even cuter, and Adam wondered what it would take to break him.

Whatever it was, it would probably be fun.

“You’re probably the only one who thinks so,” Adam said. He took a step back and peered into Brick’s stall. The man was asleep, lying on his stomach with his head resting on his arm, his whole body encased in an inky black leather suit. It almost looked like a motorcycle racing outfit, except that it lacked any sort of padding. The suit went all the way up the length of Brick’s neck, clinging like a second skin, thick leather gloves and sturdy boots completing the look.

Adam recognized the outfit, and he knew that if Brick were to turn over onto his back he’d see that the suit had an opening for Brick’s cock to hang out.

It made for quite the picture. Brick was huge, and when encased in leather with just his pink monster of a cock sticking out in all its glory, he was downright terrifying.

Adam had no idea how a tiny thing like Oliver could look at that and think nice.

“Has he fucked you?” Adam asked, wondering if Oliver perhaps just hadn’t experienced how brutal Brick was with his weapon of a cock.

But Oliver nodded, surprising Adam again by smiling softly to himself as he did so.

“Was he nice, then?”

Oliver shook his head, but his mouth pulled up in a grin at whatever memory Adam’s words had conjured.

“He was pretty mean,” Oliver said. “But not too mean. Just mean enough.”

Adam studied the boy in front of him for a few seconds, taking him in. The innocent look was obviously pretty deceptive.

“You fit right in here, don’t you,” Adam mused, the words not really a question so much as a statement of fact. “What did your stepfather do for Brick to knock him out?”

Oliver grimaced, his nose scrunching up in anger. “He wanted to take me home.”

Adam laughed. “And you didn’t want that?”

Oliver shook his head.

“Because you want to stay here, with Brick?”

Oliver nodded, blushing furiously like he couldn’t believe he was admitting this.

“Well, it looks like you’ll get your wish.”

With that Adam turned around and walked back to the stall where David lay, sucking on Hector’s shaft like a little traitor. He opened the door and stepped inside, crouching down and smacking David’s muscular ass to wake him up.

The sharp sound of Adam’s hand hitting David’s relaxed buns was like a thunderclap in the silent room, and David woke up with a startled yelp. He wriggled onto his back and looked up, his chin shiny with drool and Adam didn’t know what else.

“What?” David asked, disgruntled. He always was grouchy in the morning – and even more so if woken up before that.

“I changed my mind, you’re coming up and sleeping with me in the guesthouse.”

“Now?” David complained, looking up at Hector with a longing usually reserved for an extra comfortable pillow. Hector shifted away from him, folding his hands over his lap and hiding his cock.

Adam’s jealousy spiked, along with his irritation that while he’d tossed and turned missing David, David had slept just fine with Hector.

“Yes, now,” Adam growled. “Is that going to be a problem?”

David shook his head, grumpy but ultimately obedient.

Hector watched the interaction with wary eyes. The older man looked far more alert than David, who still looked one second away from falling asleep. He probably knew just how miserable Adam could make him if he decided to be upset with him, while David, on the other hand, didn’t have a clue.

“Can you help me up?” David grumbled, managing to scoot up into a seated position.

Adam grabbed the sides of his straitjacket and pulled him to his feet as he rose from his crouch.

“Say goodnight to Hector,” Adam said, guiding David out of the stall.

“Good night, Hector,” David mumbled, leaning heavily on Adam as he let himself be led out of the stall. He turned his head and looked at Adam. “Does this mean no more pony gear tonight?” He sounded hopeful.

“We’ll keep the boots,” Adam said, gripping his neck and squeezing. “And the gag.”

David huffed, but when Adam looked at his face he was smiling.

“What?” Adam asked, suspicious.

“You couldn’t sleep without me,” David said, his voice smug and pleased.

Adam was horrified to find himself blushing. “I could,” he insisted, not at all believable. “I just wanted to fuck you before I go to sleep.”

David smirked, still looking incredibly smug and not at all like he believed Adam’s excuse. Adam gave the back of his head a light smack.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warned, though whatever weight the warning might have had was lost by the fact that he was smiling.

David didn’t respond other than to lean into him, pleased and preening.

“I love you too,” David said, leaning his head back into Adam’s grip.

Adam couldn’t help but smile.

2

David

David let Adam lead him outside, the cold air immediately making his skin prickle and his teeth chatter. He never thought he’d miss the straitjacket corset, but fuck it was cold outside without it.

“Here, take my jacket,” Adam said, shrugging off his thin leather coat and draping it over David’s naked shoulders.

David would have thanked him, but Adam had put the gag back into his mouth right after taking off the corset, so the most he could settle for was looking grateful. Adam’s leather jacket was more of a fashion statement than a thing to provide warmth, but it was miles better than nothing.

“You look good,” Adam said, his voice low and gravelly as he helped David’s hands find the sleeves.

David snorted. Adam just liked that the jacket that was so tight on him but hung loose on David’s slimmer body. That, and Adam had a thing for David wearing his clothes.

“You do,” Adam insisted, pulling David close by the collar and kissing him. With the boots giving him a few extra inches of height, David didn’t even have to tilt his head that far back to allow it to happen.

Being kissed while wearing a gag was a distinctly unsatisfying experience, but Adam seemed to like it judging by the hard line down his pants. He ground his hips against David’s, grunting into his mouth.

“Let’s get inside, it’s too fucking cold out here,” Adam said, like he wasn’t the one who had stopped and kissed him. David didn’t roll his eyes, but it was a close thing.

“You’re a little shit,” Adam grinned, connecting the two ends of the zipper on the jacket and closing it all the way. The leather bunched under David’s chin, soft and stiff at the same time.

David tried to convey something along the lines of you like it, but he wasn’t successful based on the way Adam just huffed and pulled him further up the creepy path.

Looking around, David couldn’t help but think that this area would make a good set for a horror film. The lights along the path were bright but narrowly focused, pointing in toward the path, hiding the trees next to them in creepy darkness.

David wouldn’t be surprised if a monster suddenly jumped out and attacked them. It just seemed like that kind of place.

Though Adam tried to keep a brisk pace, his body hunching in on itself like he was trying to shield himself from the cold, it was no use with David teetering on the tips of his toes. The boots were awful to walk in, and David had a sneaking suspicion that part of the training that Blake and Archie had in store for him the next day included more walking in them.

“Sorry,” Adam said, sheepish when the force of his hand on the back of David’s neck became a little too insistent, causing him to stumble.

David glared at him.

“Don’t worry, soon you’ll be a pro at this.” Adam’s voice was cheery as he confirmed David’s suspicion.

The rest of the walk David managed to stay upright. They arrived at the guesthouse, a neat two story bungalow that was probably twice the size of most people’s houses, and headed inside.

Coming into the warm house felt marvelous, the tops of his thighs prickled from the cold and tingling now that he was heating up. Adam closed the door on the chilly night outside and David took a moment to look around.

He didn’t know why the huge pictures of naked men in bondage surprised him, but for some reason they did. It was one thing to have lots of kinky sex, quite another to be gaudy.

“You don’t like it?” Adam asked, coming up behind him and nodding at the picture. “It’s Brick, not that you can tell with the mask on. You don’t think he looks good?”

David shrugged. Brick looked amazing – rope crisscrossing his body in an intricate pattern, his head locked in a thick leather hood – but it wasn’t the kind of picture you hung on your wall.

“It’s a bit much,” Adam said, agreeing with David’s silent judgement. “But it has a certain charm.”

David stared at the picture, wondering if the size of Brick’s cock had been altered with Photoshop or if he really was that big. He’d watched as Blake and Archie lowered Brick from the ceiling earlier, and Brick had towered over both men. If his cock was that big proportional to his body, David didn’t know how it was possible to take it and not be torn to pieces.

Then again, maybe that was the point. David wouldn’t put it past Blake to watch and grin as Brick mounted some poor guy and absolutely ruined his hole. David pictured it – pictured himself being the one getting fucked – and the thought was way more appealing than it should be.

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” Adam said, interrupting David’s musing and reminding him how tired he was. David allowed Adam to steer him toward the stairs, feeling horrifically unsteady as he climbed the wooden steps, and into a large master bedroom.

Adam stripped, kicking off his boots and pushing them up against the wall, raising his brow. “You going to take off that jacket or are you going to sleep in it?”

Startled, David unzipped the jacket and draped it over the back of the armchair facing the empty fireplace. His fingers itched to lift up and take the gag out of his mouth, but he knew that doing so would only push Adam to make him even more uncomfortable. He turned and watched Adam, waiting for further instructions.

Naked, Adam ran his hand through his hair, his half hard cock dangling between his strong thighs. If David hadn’t been so tired he would have gotten down on his knees right then and there and worshiped the muscles, cock and big balls that were so gloriously on display.

“Slut,” Adam grinned, reaching down and scratching his balls before coming toward him. David didn’t bother to deny it, and when Adam grabbed his wrist to pull him toward the bed he didn’t resist.

“Let’s take this off,” Adam murmured, reaching behind him and unbuckling the strap holding his gag in place. David worked his jaw, drying off the wet corners of his mouth with his hand while Adam undid the rest of the buckles keeping the head-harness in place.

“Thanks,” David said, happy that he wouldn’t have to sleep with the bit between his teeth.

“I want you between my legs with your mouth on my cock while I go to sleep,” Adam explained, because of course he couldn’t just be nice. “Keeping my cock snug and warm like a good little cockwarmer.”

“You do have a nice dick,” David said, letting his ass drop down on the mattress. It was a relief to be off his feet, and the idea of sleeping with his head between Adam’s legs with his fat cock resting in his mouth wasn’t at all unappealing.

“Thanks,” Adam said, grinning and getting under the covers. He pushed the comforter away, patting the space between his legs and gesturing for David to climb between them.

Nosing his way up Adam’s thigh, David couldn’t help comparing him to Hector. He smelled cleaner, the musk of his crotch less intense, and the overwhelming scent of leather was absent. He was also bulkier, thighs thicker around than Hector’s leaner legs.

It was familiar, and David wasted no time making himself comfortable. He pushed his way up between Adam’s thighs, the top of his head nestled under his taint, lying on his back so that he could let Adam’s cock come to rest over his face. He couldn’t really take it into his mouth in this position, but he knew that Adam wouldn’t mind.

He arched his neck and gave the hardening length a kiss, pushing his tongue out and licking the underside of the impressive manhood, wanting to taste.

Adam let out a groan, reaching down and pressing his length down on David’s cheek. The feeling of his broad palm pushing the thick tube of flesh down against the side of his nose, fingers curling under his jaw, balls draping over his forehead, made David feel practically giddy with arousal.

Adam knew exactly how he liked to be smothered.

“That’s where you belong,” Adam growled, pushing down harder. “Under my fucking cock.”

Adam moved his fingers up over David’s chin, finding his mouth and pushing inside. His fingers tasted familiar, rubbing over David’s teeth and gums, pushing deeper toward the back of his throat before coming to rest on his tongue.

He kept his hand there, four fingers in David’s mouth, filling up his mouth like a claim.

Sucking, teasing Adam’s knuckles with his teeth, David closed his eyes and enjoyed the heat of his fiancé’s body all around him. He loved the feeling of his mouth being invaded, near to choking, the weight of Adam’s cock heavy on his face.

It took him by surprise when Adam reached over and pulled the covers back over his body, bathing him in warm darkness. The comforter wasn’t long enough to cover David’s legs, his feet sticking off the end of the mattress, but with the boots on there was little chance of him getting cold.

“Good night,” Adam said, pulling his fingers out of David’s mouth and patting his cheek. He pulled his hand away, thighs tightening in on either side of David’s head, leaving his cock sandwiched between David’s face and the fluffy down comforter.

“Night,” David mumbled, closing his eyes and letting the comforting scent of Adam’s body carry him off to sleep.

3

Blake

When Blake made his way down to the stable at five thirty in the morning, wanting to get a head start on David and lay down the law, as it were, he was disgusted but not surprised when David was nowhere to be found.

It was bad enough that Wentworth couldn’t stomach leaving his precious sub tied up with Spike and D for the night, but that even Hector was too much for him was just pathetic.

Turning around, Blake made his way across the room to Oliver’s stall. Leaning on the door, leather jacket creaking as he rested on his elbows, he grinned down at the sleeping boy.

“Wake up,” Blake ordered, voice casual, reaching into the stall and grabbing the chain connected to the boy’s collar and giving it a rough yank.

Oliver jerked awake with a shout, hand moving up to his collar before glaring at Blake in understanding.

“You don’t get to look at me like that,” Blake said, giving the chain another rough tug. “Now get up, I feel like hurting someone.”

“Asswipe,” Oliver mumbled, getting to his knees and pushing up onto his feet. Opening the stall door, Blake unlocked the chain from the wall and wrapped it around his fist, pulling Oliver out and toward the St. Andrew’s cross propped up in front of the fucking bench.

The fact that the cross was just outside Brick’s stall, giving him a prime view of Oliver’s suffering, was not an accident.

“Arms up,” Blake ordered, punching him hard in the gut when he didn’t obey fast enough. Oliver doubled over, breath knocked out of him, gasping as Blake grabbed him by the hair and forced him upright.

“Arms up,” Blake repeated, and this time Oliver was quick to comply. Blake cuffed his wrists to the cross, kicking his legs apart and doing the same to his ankles.

Spread out and vulnerable, Oliver stared up at him with a mix of nerves and defiance. Blake curled his hand into a fist and tapped it lightly against the boy’s taut abs.

“It wasn’t what I had planned, but maybe we should spend some time toughening up your belly.” Blake rubbed his knuckle up and down Oliver’s abdomen, loving the way he tensed up in fear. “Would you like that?”

Oliver shook his head.

“No?” Blake punched him, not quite as hard as before, but enough to make him grunt in pain. “You don’t like it when I do that? What about this?”

Blake grabbed his balls, wrapping his sizable fist around the tender orbs and yanking them down with a vicious twist. “Is this better?”

“No!” Oliver gritted out, face scrunched up in pain.

Blake pulled down harder. “You want to go back to working on your abs?”

“Yes!” Oliver shouted, thighs trying and failing to turn inward to protect his abused nuts.

“What was that?” Blake couldn’t keep the enjoyment out of his growl. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and saw that the noise had woken Brick. The huge man was standing by the door of his stall, leaning on the smooth wood, looking hungry.

“Yes, sir!” Oliver cried.

“That’s a good little cunt,” Blake smirked, dropping the balls. “Isn’t he, Brick?”

Blake turned to grin at Brick, Oliver following his gaze. Brick was dressed in head to toe leather, huge and menacing like some kind of dystopian police officer, and Oliver’s eyes widened at the sight of him.

“You want a go, Brick?” Blake asked, punching Oliver’s abs for a third time. “I think he secretly likes it.”

Brick nodded, licking his lips as his gloved hand disappeared down – presumably to wrap around his monster of a cock.

“Sound good, Oliver? You want Brick to take a turn wrecking your abs?”

Oliver looked conflicted, turning to look at Brick like he couldn’t decide if this was an amazing or terrible development.

“Can’t he just fuck me?”

Blake barked out a laugh at the plaintive question, shaking his head and grabbing Oliver’s jaw and squeezing. “If he wants to fuck you, that’s his business, but right now I want to see him breaking your abs.” He turned to Brick. “You want to end your punishment early and help me hurt this kid?”

Brick didn’t hesitate, nodding and placing his hands on top of the door while he stared at Oliver with eager anticipation. His leather-clad fingers looked huge, the well-worn gloves making them seem even bigger than they were.

“All right,” Blake said, unlocking the stall. Brick pushed the door open and stomped the few steps over to where Oliver was suspended on the cross, moving so that his booted feet were planted between Oliver’s legs, hand coming up to cup his cheek.

Brushing over his lip, gloved thumb enormous as it pressed for entry, Brick curled his other hand into a fist and positioned it over Oliver’s abs. His bicep bulged, straining the leather of his suit, and Blake’s cock was rock hard as he watched Brick pull the fist back and slam it into Olive’s unprotected gut.

Mouth opened in a breathless scream, Oliver tried to hunch over. Brick grinned, pushing his thumb into Oliver’s mouth and using the grip on his jaw to push his face back. He leaned down, huge body hunching over to reach, and placed a messy kiss on the corner of Oliver’s mouth next to his thumb.

“I really don’t get why he likes you,” Blake commented, watching as Brick held Oliver by his jaw and punched him again. Brick’s cock was rock hard, the fat head leaking pre-cum onto Oliver’s stomach as it bobbed and bumped against his stomach.

Brick shot him an offended look, pressing his cock into Oliver’s stomach and grinding against him for a few seconds before pulling back and punching him again.

Gasping for breath, tears wetting his cheeks, Oliver closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wooden cross. Brick withdrew his thumb from his mouth, petting his cheek and sling his hand down to grip his shoulder almost like he was comforting him.

“He likes it,” Brick growled, surprising Blake into taking a step back. Brick had a deep, growling voice, but he almost never used it, a remnant from when he spent his days as a stud-puppy. “His dick is hard.”

Blake was about to scoff, but sure enough when he looked down at Oliver’s cock it was hard and leaking.

It hadn’t done that when Blake was the one punching him.

“Well fuck, he is,” Blake said, hooking his thumbs in his belt and studying the obviously turned on boy. “Well that’s no fun. Take him down and strap him over the bench and then put him in a humbler. Let’s see how much he likes you when you’re paddling his balls.”

Oliver groaned, making Blake grin. He’d like to see Oliver trying to enjoy this.

4

Adam

Adam woke up feeling well rested and happy, the bright morning sun shining through the window and hitting him right in the face.

David was half on top of him with, his head resting on Adam’s shoulder, drooling and clinging to Adam like he was a giant teddy bear.

Needing to piss, Adam tried to wriggle out from his clingy fiancée, but when he moved David off his shoulder the younger man blinked his eyes open and frowned at being jostled from his sleep.

“What?” he mumbled, lifting his head and looking around.

“I need to piss,” Adam explained, getting off the bed. He stared down at David, cute ass on display, the base of the fat plug he’d shoved in the day before poking out from between his cheeks. “And you need to clean out your ass so that I can fuck you.”

“Now?” David complained, pulling Adam’s pillow under his head and burrowing his face into it.

“Yes, now,” Adam confirmed. He leaned down and smacked David’s ass, making him yelp and pull away to the other side of the mattress.

A red handprint bloomed on his ass, prettier than any flower.

“All right, you don’t have to hit me,” David whined, swinging his feet off the mattress and trying to stand up. He pushed off the bed, making an effort to find his balance in the cruel boots, but then fell right back down.

Adam walked around the bed and helped him up, keeping a steadying hand under his arm as he led him to the bathroom.

David hissed in pain as Adam pulled the plug out of his ass, looking over his shoulder as Adam bent down and pulled apart his cheeks to inspect his hole.

“What’s the damage?” he asked, making Adam laugh.

“You’re fine,” Adam said, pushing him toward the shower and letting him stand with his hands against the wall right outside the stall. He grabbed the hose with the enema attachment from inside the shower and shoved it into David’s ass. “Try not to spill.”

Turning on the water, Adam smirked as David jumped at the sensation of cold water suddenly shooting into his gut. He pushed the smooth nozzle of the enema attachment about an inch deeper into his hole, using it to fuck him as cold water blasted inside of him.

“Your balls are back to normal,” he commented, reaching between David’s legs and feeling the sack. Considering how swollen it had been the day before it was remarkable how normal it felt now.

“Good,” David mumbled. “It was weird.”

“It was hot,” Adam corrected. “And I liked it.”

David made a disgruntled sound, shifting on his feet and looking over his shoulder. “Are you almost done?”

Reaching around to feel along David’s stomach, rubbing over the flat expanse of his abs, Adam held the enema hose fast with one hand as he pressed his body close and hugged David from behind. He leaned in and pressed his lips to David’s ear. “Your belly isn’t even a little bloated, baby. What do you think?”

“I think that I’m about to have a cramp,” David gritted out, sounding anything but pleased as he shifted minutely from foot to foot. “And I think that you’re a massive asshole.”

Adam laughed. He had intended to stop the water at the first sign of a bulge to David’s stomach, but after that comment he was going to fill him close to bursting.

“Want you to look pregnant,” Adam growled, pushing down on David’s stomach and biting his neck. “Want to fill you until you pop.”

A worried sound worked its way up David’s throat, muffled when Adam put his hand over his mouth and held him tight against his chest.

A squirt of water escaped David’s ass, wetting Adam’s hand and making him curse.

“I told you not to fucking spill!” he growled, anger completely feigned, yanking the nozzle out and stepping away from the spray of water that shot out of David’s ass. “Bad boy!”

He smacked David’s ass twice, once on each cheek, walking over to the cabinet and getting the enema nozzle with the inflatable bulb on it. If David couldn’t keep the water in without help, then Adam was going to help him.

The new nozzle was considerably bigger than the first, and Adam spent a few minutes looking for lube so that he could shove it in without actually tearing David’s hole. While he searched for the lube, David sweated and gritted his teeth as he struggled to hold the water still inside of him.

“Can I go to the toilet?” David begged, his legs shaking and his face twisted in a grimace.

“No.” Adam found the lube and prepped the new nozzle, shoving it into David’s hole with a rough jab and quickly inflating the bulb inside of him. “Try pushing the water out.”

David grit his teeth and pushed, but not a drop of water escaped his plugged up ass. Adam grinned, grabbing a towel and cleaning up the mess that had escaped David’s ass before turning the water back on.

“You can take it,” Adam murmured, stroking David’s belly as his insides slowly filled with cold water. He had slowed the speed of the flow, wanting to give David’s body time to adjust to the enormous amount of liquid being pumped inside of him. “Just relax.”

David was sweating profusely, his belly taut and tight as it expanded to accommodate the enema.

Adam tapped on it like a drum, enjoying the way his hand made David whimper and cry.

“Is that enough?” he asked finally, David shaking and moaning in agony.

“Please, yes, fuck it’s enough,” David cried.

“Are you sure?” Adam teased, wrapping David into a tight hug and pushing down on his stomach.

“Daddy, please, it hurts,” David cried, sounding beautifully broken and pathetic. It was enough to have Adam’s cock throbbing in pleasure, and the use of the word daddy went right to his balls.

“All right, whatever my pretty pony boy wants.” Adam turned off the water, turning David around and standing him up against the wall. His belly jutted out, obscene and unnatural, and for a minute Adam just stood there taking it in.

“What if I kept you like this?” he asked, taking a step closer and caressing David’s cheek with the back of his hand. “Bloated and hurting and unable to do anything to make it better. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Jaw clenched tight, David shook his head. “No, daddy.”

“It wouldn’t?” Adam leaned in and kissed his cheek. “But you’re so pretty like this.”

“Please-” David gritted his teeth, another cramp wracking his body. Adam kissed him, licking over closed lips like he could taste his agony.

“All right,” Adam sighed. “Go into the shower and squat down.”

David walked into the shower, moving slow and holding on to the wall as he crouched down. Adam crouched down with him, caressing his belly and pushing the flat of his hand down on the distended skin.

“I can’t-”

“You can,” Adam cut David off, pressing a finger over his mouth. He traced his lips. “You can take it because I’m making you take it. Now spread your legs wider, we don’t want you getting your new boots dirty.”

Closing his eyes, David shifted his legs further apart. Adam reached between his legs, giving his balls a light caress before finding the valve to release the air from the bulb making sure David was plugged tight. He played with the nozzle for a few seconds, pushing it in and listening to David keen, but then he unsealed the valve and pulled the nozzle out.

Watching David empty his bowels wasn’t pretty, so Adam left the bathroom to get dressed while David found his release. As he was putting on his jeans he heard the sound of the shower running, David cleaning up the mess the enema had made and making it safe to go back inside.

Looking toward the door, Adam was just about to tuck his cock into his pants when he changed his mind about what he wanted to wear. The cowboy look was fun, but he was in the mood for something a little crueler.

Stripping off his jeans and tossing them over the back of the chair by the fireplace, he walked over to his suitcase and rummaged around, taking out the tan breeches, knee high boots and white shirt he’d had made just for this occasion. Pulling on the breeches, Adam turned to the full length mirror and admired the way they clung to his muscular thighs. Reaching down into the crotch he spent a minute arranging his cock, making sure his goods were showing to their best advantage.

The breeches were made from a stretchy material, more like compression tights than real breeches, but that was how Adam liked them. Next he bent down to put on the knee high black boots, the black leather supple and soft to the touch. They were a bitch to get on, clinging to his sculpted calves like a second skin, but the special fit was worth it for the final look.

He couldn’t wait to have David on his knees, tongue making a sloppy mess of the smooth leather.

Next, Adam put on the shirt and tucked it into the breeches, grabbing a slim belt from his suitcase and buckling it into place. Finally, Adam knelt down next to his suitcase and withdrew a riding jacket made from supple black leather. He tugged it on, grinning at the way the snug leather clung to his wide shoulders and bulging biceps.

The coat was cut short in the front, making sure that his crotch was on full display, and a little bit longer in the back.

Studying himself in the mirror, Adam was more than pleased. The breeches showed off his long, muscular legs; while the unbuttoned shirt displayed his pecs and washboard abs perfectly. Brushing his hair back over his ears, stroking the five-o’clock shadow darkening his chin, Adam smirked at his reflection. He looked like a gay reimagining of a regency rake – which was exactly the look he’d asked his tailor to make for him.

It was the perfect attire for training a handsome young pony.

From the bathroom, Adam heard the sound of the shower turning off. He grabbed the bit and bridle, lovingly fondling the sturdy leather straps between his fingers, and walked into the bathroom to find David using a towel to dry off his boots.

“Did you make a mess?” Adam tutted, folding his arms over his chest and taking a wide legged stance. David startled and nearly fell over, looking up with a sheepish expression.

“I cleaned it up,” he promised, rising up and taking in Adam’s outfit with wide eyes. “You look hot.”

Adam smirked. “I know.”

David rolled his eyes. “Not that hot.”

Groping his cock, emphasizing the bulge of his erection, Adam just raised his brow in challenge.

Blushing, David looked away. “Fine, you do. Can I take the boots off now? My feet are starting to hurt.”

Adam laughed, holding up the bit gag. “No, they’re staying on all day. And this is going back in. Then we’re heading down to the stable to put on the rest of your gear.” Walking forward, he pushed the gag into David’s mouth, fastening the straps around his head with sure fingers. When he was done he leaned in and kissed him on his gagged mouth. “You’re going to have so much fun today, baby!”

5

David

Following Adam down the path to the stable, David couldn’t get over how good Adam looked. Everything, from the way his linen shirt hugged his wide shoulders to the sight of his massive feet clad in fancy knee-high boots, David was practically drooling with lust.

He loved it when Adam dressed up for him.

“Look at you, walking without needing any help,” Adam complimented him, giving the reins attached to David’s bit a little tug.

David glowered, all thoughts about how handsome Adam looked vanishing at the reminder of the reins. The long strips of leather connected to either side of his mouth, and every time Adam pulled on them it hurt.

At the moment Adam was in front of him, the reins more like a leash than something to steer with, but David could already tell that they would be awful when used as intended.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Adam chided with a big grin. “Just think, with a little training you’ll be pulling a cart in no time. Won’t that be fun?”

David, unable to respond, looked straight ahead. The harsh tug on his bit that followed his non-reply was completely unexpected, bringing him to his knees and forcing him to brace himself on the rough gravel pathway.

“I asked you a question,” Adam growled, pushing a booted foot down on David’s back and forcing him flat. “What the fuck makes you think you get to stare off into the distance and ignore me like a sullen teenager, huh?”

“Mh-”

“Answer me,” Adam interrupted, grinding down on David’s back before shifting his foot up and pressing his boot down on David’s neck. “Well?”

“Esh sh-ure,” David whimpered, the bit pressed between his teeth mangling his words. He was trying to say yes sir.

The boot lifted off his neck and Adam crouched down in front of him, reins wrapped tight around his fist. The expression on his face was cruel and unbearably sexy.

“That’s my boy!” He tugged on the reins, rising to his feet and forcing David to stand up with him. Little rocks and pebbles clung to David’s chest, stomach and hands, falling to the ground as he struggled unsteadily to his feet.

David’s heart raced as he fought to regain his balance, his rock hard cock bobbing in the wind. He was equally shocked and turned on by the unexpected rough treatment. The rush of adrenaline was intense.

Brushing the remaining dirt and gravel off his chest, he waited for Adam to start moving. Though it wasn’t nearly as cold as it had been during the night, David was naked from his boots up and he was starting to shiver.

“No more bad behavior, okay?” Adam said, his voice deep and stern. He grabbed the reins right where they connected to David’s bit and used the hold to keep his head still. “Can we agree on that?”

David nodded as much as the tight grip on his reins would allow.

Handsome face splitting in a wide grin, Adam leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Good boy. Now let’s get going – I’m sure Blake and Archie are wondering where we are.”

* * *

After the cool morning air the heat in the stable was almost oppressive. David followed Adam through the tack-room, the smell of leather and sweat lingering in the air, and into the main stable.

He ground to a halt, mouth slack and eyes wide at the sight that greeted him. Brick, wearing some kind of leather bodysuit, leather gloves and big black boots, had the tiny teenager from the stall across from Hector bent over the fucking bench, driving into him with the force and intensity of an enraged bull.

It was terrifying. Brick towered over the tiny teenager, massive hands gripping slim hips as he practically yanked the boy back onto his cock with every thrust, growling and grunting while the teenager whimpered and cried.

David couldn’t see the actual penetration, but he could hear the wet squelch of Brick’s massive cock wrecking the boy’s ass. Brick’s face was a study of concentration, his body a well-oiled machine, while the teenager looked like he was just trying to survive the ride. His face was red and splotchy with tears, his mouth opened wide around a fat red ball gag.

Blake and Archie were nowhere to be seen.

“Think he’s having fun?” Adam asked, coming up behind him. He hooked his chin on David’s shoulder, kissing his cheek.

“I-sh he ok-ay?” David asked around his gag. He was genuinely worried. Brick was just so much bigger than the boy he was fucking, looming over him like some kind of hulking monster.

“He’s probably in heaven, the nasty little pig.”

David would have rolled his eyes if he wasn’t so worried. “Sh-erio-shly,” he insisted, turning his head to look at Adam.

Adam sighed, walking over to Brick and snapping his fingers in the larger man’s face. “Take a break for a second, David here has some concerns.”

Brick’s hips stilled, the length of his cock buried deep in the twink’s ass. Reluctantly, looking like a dog relinquishing his treat, he slid his cock out of the boy’s ass and took a step back.

The sudden silence was only broken by the boy’s ragged panting. Adam crouched down and pulled the gag out of the kid’s mouth, tugging on his hair to lift his head up.

“Oliver, my very sweet fiancé is worried that you aren’t having fun. What should I tell him?” Adam stroked the boy’s cheek, fond and tender, and for a moment jealousy stirred in David’s gut.

Oliver hardly seemed to notice either Adam’s question, the touch on his cheek or the grip in his hair.

“Why’d you stop?” he pleaded, voice ragged and forlorn. He tried to look over his shoulder at Brick. “Don’t stop, please!”

Adam yanked his head and smacked his cheek, and after a moment of confusion some measure clarity entered the boy’s expression. He stared wide-eyed at Adam.

“What?” he asked, like he’d just realized that Adam was there.

“David over there is worried about you and ordered Brick to stop fucking you,” Adam explained, lying through his teeth.

Oliver glared at David with an expression of such loathing that David almost had to take a step back.

“No!” he cried, eyes like he was trying to set David on fire with his mind. “I need it!”

Adam dropped his grip on Oliver’s hair – his head flopping down to the bench, cheek pressed against the black leather – and David was fascinated to see the boy arching his back and wriggling his ass in desperate invitation.

Brick looked just as anxious as Oliver to get his cock back inside the boy’s hole.

“See, David,” Adam said, stroking Oliver’s hair tenderly. “He needs it.”

David swallowed around the gag in his mouth, feeling light-headed and strange. How could Oliver enjoy that kind of brutality?

The thought made him scoff at himself. Oliver enjoyed it the same way David enjoyed it – against all reason and with a vehemence that would shock any sane person.

“What do you say?” Adam said, coming up and grabbing the end of the reins hanging down from David’s gag. He pulled him over to where Oliver lay slumped over the bench. Up close, Oliver looked even more wrecked than he had at a distance. There were bruises on his hips where Brick had held him, huge and in the shape of Brick’s massive paws, and his whole body was covered in a sheen of sweat.

“Should I let Brick continue?” Adam asked, leading David further back so that he could see the state of Oliver’s hole.

It was gaping. Wet and messy, David looked at Oliver’s ruined ass with horrified arousal, the sight of his red insides almost making him want to reach out and touch.

Absentmindedly he nodded.

“Good boy,” Adam said, wiping drool away from his chin with the side of his thumb before turning to Brick. “You can start fucking him again.”

Brick didn’t waste a second. He grabbed Oliver by the hips, lining his cock up with the gaping hole and pulled him back onto his cock with a grunt.

Oliver screamed, a high keening sound, but Brick didn’t give him any time to get used to his cock again. He pulled out, hands keeping Oliver pressed down on the bench, before slamming back in with enough force that his hips hitting Oliver’s ass sounded like a smack.

“Think you could take that?” Adam asked, pulling David under his arm and speaking into his ear.

David started to shake his head, the sight of Brick’s massive cock pistoning in and out of Oliver’s hole making his gut churn in uncomfortable arousal, but then he hesitated.

Could he handle Brick? The man was a beast – all solid muscle wrapped in shiny black leather – and the way he drove his cock into Oliver’s young body was downright scary. But…

David wanted it. His balls felt warm and heavy at the thought of Brick using him – abusing him – driving into his body until he was a wreck of need and agony.

He nodded, and Adam laughed. It was not a nice laugh.

“We’ll see,” Adam promised, and David wondered if he’d made a mistake.

He couldn’t wait to find out.

David watched Brick fucking his much smaller prisoner – mesmerized by the contrast of Brick’s black leather gloves against Oliver’s bruised skin – until the sound of the door to the tack room opening tore him out of his trance.

“There you are!” Archie walked into the room, kicking the door shut behind him and looking at the scene in front of him with a wide grin. “We were worried we’d scared you off.”

Adam laughed, and David’s head turned sharply at the sound.

That was Adam’s embarrassed laugh.

“No, I just wanted to play some more with him before I went to bed,” Adam explained, like a liar.

David wondered what Adam would do if he revealed that Adam couldn’t sleep without him. It would probably be awful and a whole world of fun.

“I get that,” Archie said, walking up next to them and tilting his head at Oliver. He reached down and pushed his finger flush against Brick’s cock, pushing it into Oliver’s ass next to the massive cock thrusting in and out of the hole, tugging at the rim. He frowned at Brick. “Running a little low on lube there, buddy.”

Brick bared his teeth and sneered. “He can take it.”

“Remember the rule, Brick. If you tear his ass, Max tears yours.”

“Not going to tear,” Brick grunted, slamming his cock home and making Oliver cry out in pain.

David wondered who this Max was that he would threaten to tear Brick’s ass. He sounded terrifying.

“All right, you know what you’re doing.” Archie turned to Adam. “You want to get this one geared up and started on his training or do you want to stay here and watch Brick finish.”

Adam didn’t hesitate. “Let’s get him geared up. He’s getting good at walking in the boots, but I think some time with the horse walker would do him a world of good.”

Archie grinned, reaching down and giving the bulge in his jeans a squeeze. “Start him off on the deep end, huh? I like it.”

David wondered what exactly he was in for now.

* * *

The ‘horse walker’ was pretty much what it sounded like. A machine in the center of a wide circle with four long arms extending out overhead to the edge of the loop, leather straps dangling down so that they could attach to the bridle fastened over David’s head.

Once the horse walker was turned on, the arm overhead would start spinning, forcing David to walk along the track around the edge of the circle or end up dragged after it by his mouth.

Testing the length of the reins connecting his bridle to the arm above, Adam shortened the straps by two holes so that there was almost no slack. He rubbed David’s shoulder, grinning at the nervous look David shot him.

“You’ll be good for me, right?” Adam asked, instead of reassuring him. He stroked his hand down over David’s bound arms, squeezing his bicep playfully.

David hadn’t minded having his arms tied behind his back – hands gripping his elbows and his forearms tied together – forcing his shoulders back and his chest out – not if it meant he didn’t have to wear the straitjacket corset.

David nodded, and Adam stepped back. He looked over at Archie by the controls of the machine, and he must have given him some kind of signal, because the next thing David knew the machine whirred to life and the reins connected to his face were pulling him forward.

The arm slowly but surely advanced, and step after stumbling step, David followed. It was awkward, the short length of the reins meaning he had to keep his face looking up to avoid painful tugging, but he managed the first round without any problems.

He wondered how long exactly he would have to do this.

“Good boy,” Archie said, coming up and walking next to him. He put his hand on David’s back, the broad expanse of his palm hot against David’s skin. The man was dressed the same as he’d been the day before – tight jeans, cowboy boots and a leather bomber jacket – though now the jacket was zipped all the way up to his neck to ward off the cold. He kept on rubbing his hand up and down the length of David’s back over his bound arms.

“You’re doing good, but I want you to lift your legs higher.”

David took a moment to parse the request, and when he understood what Archie wanted he cringed in embarrassment.

They wanted him to trot like a horse.

“Knees up,” Archie insisted, and feeling mortified, David tried. He hoisted his knee up with a grunt of effort, letting his foot crash back down to the ground before he repeated the action with his other foot.

It was incredibly difficult, his balance already a fragile thing, but after a few near-misses he managed to get a rhythm going. He was pretty much jumping from toe to toe, but it worked.

“Higher,” Archie demanded as soon as he’d gotten the hang of it. David let out a noise of protest, the order impossible to obey. He was lifting as high as he could.

“Higher,” Archie insisted again, though this time the tone of encouragement was gone from his voice, replaced by something hard and unyielding.

Trying, David lifted his knees maybe a fraction of an inch higher with each step, but he didn’t see how he could get higher than that.

Sighing, Archie walked away. With the reins attached to his bridle, David was unable to look behind him to see where the hunky cowboy had gone, but he knew that he hadn’t gotten out of obeying the order that easily.

He was proven right when a moment later there was a whoosh of air and a sharp sting wrapped around the back of his thighs. The pain was intense, a hot brand nestled right under his ass, and David couldn’t help the way he jerked forward and fell. The reins attached to his bridle caught him, tugging on the straps crisscrossing his head, and for a few seconds before he managed to get back on his feet David was dragged along the track by the evil horse walker.

“Ahrh!” David screamed, struggling to get his feet under him, straining against the straps binding his arms as he desperately fought to regain his balance.

He’d just managed to start walking without having the arm pulling painfully on his reins when Archie barked out, “Higher!”

This time he sounded downright mean, his voice loud and sharp just like the whip. Heart hammering, David yanked his knee up as high as he could with each step, adrenaline and fear driving him to be less cautious than before.

It worked. David managed to lift his knees up high enough that Archie stayed silent, though by the third pass around the circle he was breathing hard and feeling like he was one round away from falling over.

“Good boy,” Archie said, coming back to his side and walking next to him. This time, rather than put his hand on David’s back, Archie rubbed the coiled up length of his whip down David’s neck and between his shoulder blades. “This is how you walk when you’re a pony.”

David’s gut clenched, his legs lifting up in a parody of a march, as he wondered when the next impossible command would come.

It never did. Archie walked next to him, a strong silent presence, the braided leather of his whip a constant reminder against David’s back.

Adam stood off to the side, leaning against the fence surrounding the walker, visible to David only for a brief portion of his trot around the circle. He had his foot up on the lowest plank of the fence, boot shining in the morning sun, and he was watching David with a happy, almost boyish grin on his face – like watching David being forced to trot around in a large circle was all he’d ever wanted.

“Keep those knees up,” Archie warned him, tapping the back of David’s neck with his whip. “Don’t get lazy on me.”

David hadn’t realized that he’d been slipping, but when Archie pointed it out he knew that it was true. He closed his eyes and focused on keeping his knees high.

This time when Archie stepped away, walking back and out of sight, David’s whole body tensed up in a strange mix of fear and anticipation. The whip had been horrible – no mistake about it – but there was also something horribly pleasurable about the sharp sting it left behind.

But there was no second hit. David kept walking, anticipating the blow, but it never came.

Instead, the walker started to move faster. At first David didn’t notice, but by the time he was back to having Adam in his line of sight he was having to move his legs considerably faster than before.

The increased speed made it impossible to lift his legs as high as he was supposed to, and when the whip landed on the back of his thigh, a stinging stripe parallel to the first, it was almost a relief to stop having to anticipate the blow.

“Higher!” Archie growled, hitting him again. David tried, doing his best to lift his knees up high like Archie wanted, but he just couldn’t – not with how fast he was having to move.

Archie hit him again, this time on his back between his shoulder blades, and the unexpected location once again sent David stumbling off his feet.

This time David couldn’t get back on his feet no matter how hard he tried. His boots dragged along the ground, kicking and scrambling for purchase, his body turning over as the arm dragged him along, relentless and unfeeling.

Staring up at the sky, the straps of his bridle tugging painfully as they dragged his body along, David waited for Archie and Adam to turn the machine off so that he could right himself.

The last thing he expected was for the whip to crash down on his chest, twice in quick succession, marking an X over his pectoral muscles.

This was not fun, David decided. He wasn’t even remotely hard, the whip hurt, and being dragged along by his head was fucking scary.

“On your feet!” Archie barked, the whip whooshing through the air one more time before hitting him across his lower stomach.

David screamed, kicking his legs and trying to pull his arms free, but nothing fucking happened.

“Turn it off.”

David nearly cried with relief at the sound of Adam’s voice ringing out behind him. A second later the machine came to a stop and David finally managed to get back onto his feet. Covered in sweat, mouth hurting, David didn’t realize he was crying until Adam came up to him and cupped his face in his hands, thumbs wiping away his tears.

“That was scary, huh?” Adam said, thumbs gently stroking David’s temples.

David just stared at him, eyes wide and breaths coming in desperate pants. After a few minutes, when it became clear that Adam was actually waiting for an answer, David nodded.

“It takes practice,” Adam said, voice gentle as he massaged David’s temples. “Being a good pony isn’t something you just learn in a day. Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it.”

David just stared at him. Was this… were they not done?

“You can practice speed later,” Adam said, kissing his forehead. “For now, let’s just focus on endurance. Are you ready to start again?”

Adam looked at him, eyes dark and expression hungry. Glancing down, David could see the line of his erection straining the fabric of his breeches.

Conflicted, David couldn’t decide whether to nod or shake his head. He hated the walker – hated it with a burning passion – but anything that made Adam look at him like that… that might be worth it.

In the end, Adam didn’t wait for him to make a decision.

“You’re ready,” he said, ruffling David’s hair, and before David could protest the machine started up and he was being forced forward.

At first it was horrible, his legs wooden and tired, the reins pulling painfully on his bridle, but after a while all that started to fade away.

David’s mind was blank, empty except for the next step, a steady rhythm of lifting his knee up high and then repeating the action, over and over until it was like he wasn’t even connected to his body.

“He’s a natural!”

David heard Archie’s words, but it was like he was under water and they were far away.

“Knew he would be,” Adam replied, just as distant.

“How far do you want to push him?” Archie’s voice again.

“As far as we can.”

Adam’s words floated over him like he wasn’t even there.

6

Adam

Adam was in heaven. His breeches were drenched in pre-cum, the head of his cock slick and sensitive against the wet fabric over his crotch, the sight of David being forced to walk until he was about to collapse from exhaustion making him hot and hard.

“Want to finish him up with a sprint?” Archie asked, coming up next to him and leaning against the fence. He had his whip draped around his neck, eyes on David, the sizable bulge in his jeans drawing Adam’s eye.

Adam’s first instinct was to say yes – he would have said yes with anyone but David – but he could tell that David was at the very edge of his limit.

“Nah, slow it down and bring it to a stop. He’s been good for his first time.”

Archie shrugged, disappointed but not about to say so, strutting over to the controls and bringing the walker to a slow stop. They both watched with some amusement as David almost fell over when it came to a complete stop. It was like he couldn’t imagine not moving forward.

Walking over to him, Adam rubbed his hand down his handsome pony’s neck, giving it a squeeze before disconnecting him from the walker. Holding the reins close to David’s mouth, he led him on unsteady legs back toward the stable.

They’d been at it for well over two hours and David was bound to be starving.

Archie following close behind, Adam led David through the tack-room and into the stable, putting him in the now empty stall that Brick had just vacated.

“How do you want to feed him?” Archie asked, watching as Adam helped David sink down onto his ass with his back against the wall. David was still breathing hard, his eyes glazed over with the vacant look that meant he was still deep into subspace.

“Bottle,” Adam said, no hesitation.

There were several ways they fed the stud-ponies in Rex’s stable. The most usual was to just give them normal food and let them eat, though sometimes they were made to eat out of a feeding trough.

And then there was Cody. Rex’s special puppy got special food, often in the form of a nutritional supplement mixed with piss and come that Rex forced him to suck out of a baby bottle.

It was disgusting and Adam wanted David to experience it.

“Brick’s Cody special?” Archie asked, sounding surprised but pleased.

Adam nodded, looking back at Archie with a grin. “Though I’d be the one contributing the main ingredients, obviously.”

“Of course.” Archie grinned right back at him. “I’ll go get the bottle.”

Adam nodded, turning his attention to David as Archie left. He was slumped back against the wall, feet spread out in a wide V in front of him, looking up at Adam with a vacant expression as drool trickled down the side of his chin.

Groping his cock, Adam stepped between David’s legs and nudged his boot against the dazed boy’s cock. It was rock hard – had been since he sat down – and Adam took great pleasure in pressing it flat against David’s stomach using the bottom of his boot.

The sight of his big black boot pressing down on David’s helpless cock was beautiful, and Adam couldn’t help but push down harder, making David gasp and clutch his boot in an attempt to protect his gloriously hard member.

“Hands down,” Adam ordered, David blinking up at him with the most perfect vulnerable expression.

Slowly, like it took him a minute to translate Adam’s words into something sensible, David’s hands dropped from Adam’s boot. He slumped back against the wall, legs spreading a fraction of an inch wider, and waited for Adam to do as he would.

“Fuck, what did I do to deserve you?” Adam asked, taking out his cock and palming the heavy shaft. He tugged his balls out, letting the heavy orbs dangle down against the top of his thigh, all the while stroking himself.

Pre-cum dripped down to the floor of David’ stall, some of it hitting the side of David’s boot when Adam’s cock jerked up.

“Got the bottle,” Archie said, coming into the stall and handing him a large glass bottle. The bottle was larger than what you’d use to feed a baby – about the size of a water bottle – and at the bottom there was about a two inch layer of thick white powder.

Adam removed the rubber nipple from the top of the bottle and handed it to Archie, bringing the bottle down to his cock. Squeezing his shaft, Adam milked a shiny string of pre-cum into the powder. Boot still trapping David’s cock against his stomach, Adam jerked himself off, and within a few seconds he was shooting his load into David’s lunch.

Load after load of thick come shot out of Adam’s cock, most of it hitting the bottle just inside the opening, dripping down toward the powder in heavy globs. Adam took his time, milking his spent cock into the bottle, and when his orgasm was well and truly finished, he relaxed his bladder and started to piss.

The vacant look on David’s face cleared, his eyes widening as the noise of Adam’s piss filling the bottle echoed around the stall.

“Ah-t arh-”

“No talking,” Adam interrupted David’s unintelligible words, the bottle now nearly full. He forced himself to stop the flow of piss, grabbing the rubber nipple from Archie and screwing it back onto the top of the bottle.

Pinching the nipple closed, Archie started to shake the bottle, his piss, come and the nutritional supplement powder all mixing together into something truly obscene.

There wasn’t enough money in the world for Adam to ever put anything like it in his mouth, and he was going to make David drink every drop.

Removing his boot from David’s cock, Adam pushed himself between David’s back and the wall, forcing David to scoot forward as he sank down behind him. Once he was sitting, Adam pushed David further down, not stopping until David was lying on his back with his head nestled in Adam’s lap – right next to his cock and balls.

“It’s lunch time,” Adam said, unbuckling the bit from David’s mouth and bringing the rubber nipple to his lips.

“I am not eating that!” David insisted, turning his head away. “Adam, you pissed into that bottle!”

Adam grabbed David’s chin and forced him to turn his head back up. He looked down at his helpless captive and asked, “Do you want to go back and spend another two hours on the walker?”

“No, but I’m not-”

“Either you eat this or Archie takes you back to the walker, and this time I don’t stop him when he speeds it up.”

David blinked, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“I don’t want to eat that,” he repeated.

“I know,” Adam said, bringing the nipple to his lips. “But ponies eat what their masters tell them to.”

Still holding David’s chin, Adam forced the nipple into his mouth.

David resolutely didn’t suck.

“Archie, get the cattle prod,” Adam commanded. David jerked, looking up at him with a pleading expression.

“You drink or Archie hurts you,” Adam warned. He knew that he was playing right up against David’s limit – and maybe even beyond it – but he wanted to see David do this.

He wanted him to debase himself.

Tears welled in David’s eyes, and Adam clenched his teeth. Fuck. He was so fucking soft it was embarrassing. Removing the nipple from David’s mouth, he looked down at him with a serious expression.

“Are you safewording?”

David just stared at him, and then his forehead scrunched up in confusion.

“Can I?”

Adam just looked at him and nodded. There was no need to say that thirty seconds ago the answer would have been no.

“Archie is coming back with the cattle prod. If you don’t use your safeword I’m going to have him shock your balls until you start drinking. Do you understand?”

Licking his lips, expression unreadable, David nodded. When Adam put the nipple back into his mouth, he still didn’t suck. There was a gleam in his eyes, and looking down Adam was unsurprised to see that he was hard.

Adam narrowed his eyes. If David didn’t safeword or drink, he would be getting the cattle prod.

Archie came back into the stall, the long cattle prod held firmly in his hand, looking to Adam with the unspoken question of what he should do.

“Shock his balls,” Adam commanded, curious if David realized just how much a cattle prod hurt.

“Yes, sir!” Archie said, all too happy to obey the command. In two seconds flat the cattle prod was pressed into David’s nuts, and then David was bucking and screaming in pain.

“What the fuck!” he yelled, Adam pushing the rubber nipple of the bottle into his mouth.

“Start drinking or he does it again.”

“I’m not-”

Adam nodded at Archie, tightening his grip on David’s head as he once again arched his back and writhed and screamed in pain.

“Come on, baby, drink daddy’s milk.”

Adam nearly thought he would come on the spot when David’s cheeks sucked in and he started drinking. He was trembling, eyes filled with tears, but he was drinking and he hadn’t used the safeword.

Looking down at him, Adam couldn’t bring himself to feel anything but horny. He’d given David an out and he hadn’t taken it.

“That’s my boy,” Adam said, voice soft as he stroked David’s hair and fed him his piss and come. “Drink it up.”

David glared up at him, but it couldn’t have been as horrible as all that, because within twenty minutes the bottle was empty.

“Do you want some water?” Adam asked, removing the nipple from David’s mouth and tracing his lips with the pad of his thumb.

Looking a little shocked, David nodded, a barely perceptible move of his head.

“All right, lie down and daddy will get you something to drink.”

Pushing David off his lap, Adam rose to his feet, tucking his now rock hard cock back into his breeches before leaving the stall to get the promised water.

Archie was just outside the stall, cattle prod still in his grip, looking at Adam with an approving smile.

“I’m glad to see you haven’t gone too soft,” he said, licking his lips. He crossed his arms, biceps bulging and stretching the sleeves of his t-shirt.

Adam huffed, pleased, and didn’t say anything as he walked past the other man to the sink against the back wall. Rinsing out the bottle he filled it with cold water and returned to David. Crouching down, he held the bottle to David’s lips.

“Drink up, baby,” he said, tilting the bottle and pouring water past David’s slack lips. At first David was skeptical, eyeing him over the rim of the bottle like he suspected foul play, but when the taste of clean water filled his mouth he drank greedily.

“Good?” Adam asked, wiping a stray drop of water from David’s lower lip. Unable to help himself, he pushed his finger into David’s mouth, rubbing over his tongue.

David closed his lips around his finger, sucking on it and closing his eyes with a moan.

He really was a perfect little slut.

7

David

After lunch, Adam put the bit back into David’s mouth and led him outside.

Staring out at the wide open field just behind the stable – Spike, Diablo, Hector and all the other ponies milling around in full pony-gear – David wondered why he’d ever thought that Adam would let him take a break.

“Come on, go have fun with your new friends,” Adam prompted, pushing him through the gate.

David let himself be pushed past the gate, Adam closing it shut behind him, but he moved no further.

What exactly was he supposed to do? His arms were still tied behind his back, he was balanced on the tips of his toes in the world’s most uncomfortable boots, and there was a gag in his mouth that made everything he said unintelligible.

Turning around, he glared at Adam.

“Or we could go back and practice walking some more,” Adam threatened.

Sighing, David turned back around and walked toward the other people-ponies. Hector was standing with the two guys that David hadn’t met yet, leaning against the fence and doing nothing, while Oliver seemed to be caught between Spike and Diablo, the two hunks pinning him between them while they gyrated and frotted against him.

Curious, he headed over to Oliver and the two much taller men rubbing off on him.

“He-o!” he said when he came close, snorting at the sight of Oliver’s head caught between Spike and Diablo’s pecs. His cheeks were squished and his face was glistening with sweat – either his own or Spike and Diablo’s.

Spike’s cock was nestled in the top crack of his ass and up along his back, leaking pre-cum, while Diablo was grinding against his flat front.

The sight of Spike and Diablo’s huge cocks up against Oliver’s skinny body was undeniably hot.

Noticing him for the first time, Spike abandoned Oliver and rounded on David with a speed that shocked him. One minute he was rutting up against Oliver and the next he was standing behind David, pushing his knee between David’s legs and making him fall to the ground with a yell of startled surprise.

Spike kicked David’s legs apart, going to his knees between them and dropping down on top of him, his bulbous cockhead sliding up between David’s cheeks and stopping at his hole.

Breath hot against his neck, Spike angled his hips up and thrust his cock against David’s hole, managing to slide about half the head inside before David bucked him off and rolled away.

“Ah-t eh uck!” he cried, rolling onto his back to protect his vulnerable hole.

Spike’s cock was slick with his own pre-cum, but not much else, and David’s hole certainly didn’t have any lube in it.

What was Spike thinking?

Growling, Spike tried to wrestle him back onto his belly, and to David’s horror Diablo soon joined him.

“Hey, hey you guys, back off!”

David breathed out a sigh of relief at Blake’s voice calling out behind him, Spike and Diablo reluctantly moving off him and getting back to their feet.

David stayed where he was, on his back and staring up at the cloudy afternoon sky.

“Where’s your plug?” Blake growled, crouching down and flipping David back over onto his stomach and feeling over his hole.

David had no idea. He hadn’t worn a plug since the inflatable enema nozzle had forced him to hold a whole bathtub’s worth of water that morning.

“What’s going on?”

David rolled back onto his ass to see that Adam had jogged out to greet them.

“You planning on letting Spike and Diablo fuck him dry out here?” Blake asked. None of his previous anger was anywhere to be heard in his voice, the question asked like he was just mildly curious.

“No, why?” Adam asked, looking over at Spike and Diablo who were both sulking.

“If a hole isn’t plugged or gagged, those two will try their best to fuck it.” Blake said, standing up and nudging David with the tip of his boot. “They were about to tear your boy a new one.”

Adam glared at the two pony-studs in question. “I thought they were supposed to be in chastity!”

Blake shrugged. “They were, and then you took their cages off.”

“Obviously you should have put them back on after you took David away from them.”

Adam sounded genuinely angry, and Blake must have realized that because he went from casual to remorseful in the blink of an eye.

“I’m sorry, we should have realized.”

He didn’t say anything else or offer up excuses, and after a few seconds of glaring at him, Adam huffed and looked down at David.

“Get up, we’re taking a break from playing pony.” He reached down and grabbed David under the arms, hoisting him to his feet.

“E ahe?” David asked through his gag.

“Just for a few hours,” Adam said, his voice terse. He led David away back toward the gate, closing it behind them. After that he grabbed David by the back of the neck and marched him up the path, all the way back to the guesthouse.

8

Adam

Adam’s heart wouldn’t stop racing as he untied David’s arms, removed his bit and bridle and started unlacing his boots.

David almost getting fucked dry by Spike and Diablo was like a bucket of cold water over his head.

He had felt so in control – pushing David further and further, making him cry and look at him with glassy eyed arousal – and then one moment of stupidity had almost ended with David hurt and Adam forever undeserving of his trust.

Nothing bad was supposed to happen to David at the farm without Adam explicitly wanting it to.

“What’s up with you?” David asked, sitting down on the bed. He was trying to tug off his boots and failing miserably.

“Nothing,” Adam insisted, crouching down in front of him and grabbing his left boot, helping him tug it off before moving on to the next one.

“You’re acting really weird,” David shot back, staring at him with a scrunched up expression.

Adam stared at him, studying his confused face before sighing. “Spike and Diablo were trying to pin you down and fuck you dry, and if Blake hadn’t been there they might have succeeded. I fucked up.”

“But Blake was there,” David countered, like he didn’t really see the problem.

“I didn’t know that!” Adam burst out. “I was about to go have lunch, for fucks sake!”

David blinked at him, eyes wide and a small smile tugging at his lips.

“What?” Adam burst out, not seeing the humor in the situation.

“You’re such a control freak,” David said, fond and not at all appreciating how bad this was.

Frowning, Adam waited for him to explain himself further, but no other words were forthcoming.

“You’re not supposed to be hurt for real,” Adam explained, moving closer and putting his hands on David’s knees. “This is all just for fun, and I almost fucked it up.”

“You love me,” David crooned, his face breaking out into a dopey grin.

Adam licked his lips and swallowed, wondering why David wasn’t taking this as seriously as he should. Didn’t he realize what could have happened?

“I do,” Adam said, absolutely sincere. “And I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

David snorted. “You shocked my balls with a cattle prod until I agreed to drink your piss.”

“And you loved it,” Adam countered, knowing that it was true. David adored being humiliated and debased.

Looking down, peering up at Adam through his eyelashes, David blushed and shrugged.

“You’re still pretty out of it, huh?” Adam said, suddenly realizing that David wasn’t entirely out of his earlier descent into subspace.

It always took him a long time to come up.

He rose from his crouch and sat down next to David on the bed, determined that when he finally crashed he’d be there.

“Maybe,” David agreed, leaning against him. “Feel like I’m going to float away.”

Adam stroked his hair, heart still racing as he struggled to accept responsibility for the danger he’d put David in.

He needed to be better – less cavalier.

“How about a shower and a nice bath?” he suggested after a while.

“My feet do stink,” David said, wiggling his toes and making Adam laugh.

“They do. So, what do you say?”

“Will you wash my hair and brush my teeth?” David asked, leaning his cheek on Adam’s shoulder.

“Sure,” Adam promised, kissing the top of his head. “Anything you want.”

“Anything?”

“Anything,” Adam confirmed.

David pulled back and looked up at him, eyes crinkling mischievously. “Even if I want to see you as a pony?”

Adam laughed, pulling him back in under his arm. “Do you want to see me as a pony?”

David shook his head, and Adam was relieved. He wouldn’t put it past David to somehow manage to convince him to take a turn in the pony gear.

“Do you like being a pony so far?” Adam asked, fingers splayed over the back of David’s head, rubbing little circles.

“It’s okay,” David mumbled. “But I like what we usually do better, daddy.”

Adam’s cock stirred at the magic word. David might be a little out of it, but not too much to be a manipulative little shit.

Adam loved it.

“Yeah? You like being my baby better than being my pony?”

“Maybe,” David all but confirmed. He turned his face into Adam’s side, burring in under his shoulder like he was trying to hide in his armpit. “I like making you happy.”

Adam could hardly hear what he said, the words a warm breath against the side of his body.

“You do?”

David nodded against him. “Makes me feel nice.”

Letting out a long breath, Adam moved his hand out of David’s hand and rubbed his back.

“I like making you happy, too,” he said, his voice a low rumble. He rose from the bed and looked down at David. “Now let’s hop in the shower and get you all nice and clean for dinner, sound good?”

Looking up at him, near worship in his gaze, David nodded.

Calmed down but still feeling like he’d fucked up, Adam took David’s hand and pulled him to his feet. He led him to the shower and turned on the water, waiting until it heated up while holding David gently in his arms.

Directing David under the spray, standing behind him and gently washing his hair, Adam decided that he would simply have to be better in the future.

He couldn’t afford to risk something as precious to him as David.

* * *

To be continued

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