The Trip of a Lifetime 2: Stallions

(story continues from The Trip of a Lifetime)

Part Two: Stallions

Chapter 4

Maria led me by a chain through my nose ring, and took me back to the barn. She made me stand in the middle of the room, lowered the chains, clipped my wrists into the clamps and drew my arms up high in the air so I could barely move. Then she brought a basin of warm water over and carefully washed my cock, talking to me all the time. "Don’t want this lovely weapon of yours getting any germs, do we Rocky? You did well out there, boy, I could see that Daisy enjoyed herself too – she’ll fetch a good price at auction when we come to sell her."

Once she had dried my cock and balls, she moved to the bench at the side of the barn, and returned with a heavy stainless steel ring, about two inches in diameter and an inch deep. She knelt in front of me and started to pull and stretch my balls sac, and the slipped the open ring above my balls and closed the ring – then she took a sort of Allen key and locked it closed. The ring was heavy and I could feel the weight pulling painfully on my balls. When it was in place, she re-attached my cock ring to the chain between my legs.

"Your Master wants your balls stretched, Rocky, so you will wear that ring all the time, and as it stretches, we will add wider rings to increase the length of your sac. I promise you, you will be greatly admired when we have finished with you. Now then, finally you need some boots."

She went to the bench and returned with what looked like a pair of ankle boots, which she held up to show me. Then she knelt in front of me and fitted them on my feet. "You will wear these all the time from now on. They will feel strange at first, but you will get used to them soon enough." They had a sort of wedge heel some four inches high, so that I was effectively walking on my toes. And instead of a sole, they had a steel horseshoe on the base, so that I made a ‘clip-clop’ sound when I walked. With my horsetail and my horseshoes, I was a complete pony.

She went back to the bench and brought a bottle with her. "Don’t want you getting burned out there," she said and started to rub sun cream oil all over me.

"OK Rocky, time for some exercise!" Maria took my nose chain and led me back outside.

Instead of going to the paddock where I had so recently enjoyed Daisy’s cunt, she led me the other way towards a large metal object which I came to know as the Walker. It was a large metal circle, a couple of hundred feet in diameter. In the centre was a steel pole, around which were four long metal arms which rotated. So there were four ‘compartments’, and in three of these were ponies, two female and one male, attached my nose chains to the arm in front of them. The arms were driven round by a motor on the central pole, and one of the trainers could control the speed from a control panel outside the Walker. When I arrived, the ponies were running, and had clearly been doing so for some while, as they had sweat pouring off them. As we approached, the trainer in charge slowed the Walker and brought it to a halt. Maria opened the gate by the unused arm and led me into the compartment, attached my nose chain to the arm in front of me, and gave me a slap on my bum.

"Work hard, Rocky, remember boy, if you can become a really good racing stallion, all those lovely ponygirls will be yours to fuck!"

I could see the other trainer approaching. I recognised him as the big black guy, Jose, who had carried me over his shoulder when I was captured, and he certainly looked fierce. He looked me up and down and then said, "OK, Rocky, welcome to the Walker. Do what I tell you and we’ll get along fine. Disobey me and I will make your life hell. Understood?" I nodded my head. He produced a water bottle with a tube coming out of it. "Open!" he said sharply, and I duly opened my mouth and he squirted water into my mouth. "OK, off we go. We work for 15 minutes, then have a couple of minutes rest, then work again, until I decide you have all had enough."

Jose closed the gate on my compartment and walked back to his control unit, and suddenly the arm in front of me started to move forward. For a minute or so it moved at walking pace, but then it accelerated and I found I needed to trot to keep up. The boots felt really strange and heavy, and the ring on my balls was really uncomfortable, pulling my balls as I ran. "Pick your knees up, Rocky, you’re a pony trotting now!" he called out, and I did my best to obey. It was early afternoon now, the hottest party of the day, and I could feel the sun beating down on my body – I was grateful that Maria had so thoroughly coated me in oil before I started.

After about five minutes trotting, the man called out, "OK ponies, five minutes running, make sure you keep up!" and the arm in front of me moved faster and the four of us started to run. Already I was finding it hard to breathe, both because of the exercise and because of the heat of the sun, sweat was running off me in rivulets. I could hear the others also panting, which made me feel a little better as I knew it was not just me who was struggling.

Finally Jose called out, "OK, back to trotting!" and the speed of the Walker duly slowed. As I went past him, his arm snaked out and his whip caught me across my shoulders. "Come on Rocky, I told you to pick those knees up!" I responded immediately – I had never fancied the pain inherent in BDSM, and would do all in my power now to avoid it. Suddenly Jose called out, "Stopping now!" and the arm in front of me came slowly to a halt. All four ponies were gasping loudly, and I could see a stream of sweat running between the pretty buttocks of the ponygirl in front of me. Jose walked round to each of us with his water bottle and gave us a drink of water. When he got to me, he said, "Keeping up well, Rocky. Another hour or so of this, then we’ll have a break." I looked at him in horror – I couldn’t imagine doing this for one more session, let alone four.

But we did, and somehow I managed to keep up with the rotating arm in front of me. By the end, my chest was heaving, my balls felt bruised and battered and my legs felt like lead. As we finished, four trainers appeared, including Maria, and she unclipped me and led me back to my stall, where she clipped my chain to the wall, and told me to lie down and rest. In a couple of minutes, I was fast asleep.

It didn’t seem nearly long enough before I heard Maria say, "Up, Rocky!" and I quickly stumbled to my feet, keen to avoid the pain of the whip which follow any hesitation on my part. She already had my chain in her hand and immediately led me outside, back to the Walker. I was the first to arrive, and Maria led me into one of the compartments and attached my chain to the bar. Because I was there first, I was able to watch the other three arrive – first was Daisy, who I had so enjoyed that morning – she was very skittish and her trainer kept slapping her to control her. Daisy saw me in the Walker and grinned at me a she danced by. She was chained into the compartment behind me. Next came a male pony, as tall as me but much fitter-looking with really strong thighs. However, he was many years older, perhaps 40 or so. His cock was chained down like mine, but I could see that it was neither as long nor as wide as mine. He was chained behind Daisy.

Finally the ponygirl from the morning exercise arrived – quite different in every way from Daisy – Daisy was blonde and slim, this pony, who her trainer called Gloria, was olive skinned with black hair and broad buttocks and strong thighs. As soon as Gloria was chained in, in front of me, Jose appeared and called out, "Come on now you lazy creatures, I want you to work much harder than this morning, or it will be the punishment cross for slackers – understand?" All of us made a whinnying sound – I was actually quite proud of my noise, and the Walker started to move. As it did, Jose called out, "Mainly trotting this afternoon to build up you endurance, but we’re going to keep going for two hours now, so conserve your strength because this is going to be HARD WORK!"

It was not hard work, it was torture. The rest I had had meant that my calves, unused to walking in what were effective high heels, had tightened up and were painful, my bollocks ached from the steel ring that was bouncing up and down on them, my chest was continually gasping for air, and sweat ran off my body like a waterfall. Every 15 minutes Jose stopped the Walker and gave us a small drink of water, but it was never enough. At first I counted the laps, or concentrated on the jiggling bum of Gloria in front of me, but before long I just concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other, the hot sun still beating down on us. Finally, as he watered us, Jose called out, "Keep it up now ponies for the last session, pick those knees up high, let’s have a good show to finish." Knowing we were going to finish almost made it worse, and a couple of times I felt Jose’s whip across my flank to bring me back to concentration.

Jose walked round the Walker and unclipped our chains from the bars and led all four of us across to the paddock where I had had sex with Daisy that morning. He opened the gate, but I noticed that the other three waited, with their heads bowed, and so I did the same. He reached up to Daisy’s collar and moved a switch at the back, then slapped her rump and she ran into the paddock. He did the same to all of us, and then shut the gate and then walked away. The other three immediately moved to the far corner of the paddock and stood together in the shade of a large tree, nuzzling each other by putting their faces against the others.

As I moved to them, Daisy came to meet me, put her face against mine and licked my ear and said softly, in a strong South African accent, "Hi, Rocky, that was the best fuck I’ve ever had!"

I looked at her in amazement – not because of what she said, but because she had spoken at all. I opened my mouth, and heard myself saying, "Are we allowed to speak?"

"Of course we are," she replied, laughing gently, "that’s why Jose turned our collars off. Mind you, the GPS tracking system in them is still working, so don’t get any ideas about making a run for it – you won’t get far. The last pony who tried it only got five miles, was tied up to the cross over there" – she pointed at a large wooden St Andrew’s cross fixed to the outside of the barn – "then beaten till he bled and then sold off to some farmer in the interior of Brazil, I doubt if he would survive a month there. Anyhow, enough of that, come and meet the others."

She licked my ear and rubbed her breasts against my chest –I felt my penis start to swell in excitement, but concentrated hard on the other ponies and felt it reduce in size again. We walked to where Gloria and the male pony were. Daisy was still standing close to me, and said gently, "This is Gloria and with her is Presidente – he is the stud pony here who gets to fuck all of us ponygirls when we have been good ponies. Gloria and Presidente only speak Portuguese, I’m afraid, and I don’t so as you can imagine, your arrival has been good news for me, in more ways than one!" She said this with a twinkle in her eye, and laughed. Gloria moved over and rubbed her face against mine, but then quickly moved back to Presidente and pressed her body against his – he, however, merely looked at me aggressively and just nodded.

Just then Daisy spotted four more ponygirls being brought to the paddock, led by their nose chains by a frighteningly strong woman – she looked like a Russian weightlifter – which, it turned out she had been! These four ponygirls were dressed identically to us – shaved heads, ponytails in their arses, arms pinned into belts, but were filthy dirty, their bodies covered in dust and mud. Daisy whispered, "They’ve been out on the road today, we’ll be there tomorrow whilst the others will be in the Walker. Well done so far, Rocky, you did really well to keep up with us. Just do what you’re told and it gets easier – I’ve been here three weeks and I am getting used to it." She moved her head close to my ear and whispered, "But watch out for Presidente, he will hurt you badly if he can. He knows that there can only be one stud here, and you are the next generation."

"But I don’t want to stay here and be the stud," I protested.

"Oh, you do!" Daisy whispered seductively in my ear. "We are at least half a dozen hot cunts all desperate for your gorgeous cock, fucking us as often as you can get that gorgeous prick of yours hard. The moment you are fully trained, there is going to have to be a showdown between you and Presidente, and I know whose cock I am hoping to have in me after that."

Just then the four ponygirls arrive on our side of the paddock, and all came up to nuzzle Daisy, who was clearly very popular.

She introduced the ponygirls to me. Two of them were American – Candy and Diane – then Katya who was Ukrainian, and Bella was Italian. Candy and Diane were twin sisters, both quite short but with magnificent natural breasts and full figures. Katya was stunning, at least six foot tall, black hair (and tail) and gorgeous breasts with large areolae and tantalisingly erect nipples. Finally, the smallest and youngest of them was Bella, who at first seemed very nervous and shy, but still came up to me and gently pressed her slim body against mine. Apparently she was only 18, but her figure was almost boy-like it was so slim, and she had barely any breasts.

Perhaps I haven't mentioned, but all the ponies had had their hair shaved in the same way as mine, with just a two inch wide strip left from the crown of their head down to the nape of their neck. However, Presidente's had grown so long that it had been plaited, and the plait hung right down to his waist. Of the mares, only Bella had long hair, and her too had been plaited, and the end of the plait almost reached the tail that was coming out of her arse - the rest of the mares had only 6 to 12 inches of hair which was held together with a ribbon.

Candy and Diane were chatty and friendly and immediately came up to me and pressed their splendid breasts against me. Katya was very cool and aloof, and after greeting me briefly by touching her cheek to me, went and stood quietly by herself in the shade. Bella spoke a little English but understood more than she spoke. However, she was easily the hottest of the four newcomers, and when Daisy introduced her, she immediately pressed her body against mine and reached up on tiptoe and nibbled my ear, whispering "Cazzo me! Cazzo me!" I had had a couple of skiing holidays in Italy, and so I knew that this beautiful young girl was begging for me to give her a good fucking!! In the background I could see that Daisy was grinning and raised her eyebrows at me – whilst it was very erotic to have young Bella pressing herself against me, it was seeing Daisy that made my cock go hard every time. However, I nuzzled Bella back and whispered, "Presto posibile!" meaning ‘as soon as possible’. She smiled cheekily and started to rotate her hips so that her mons was rubbing against my constrained cock. Despite the frustration of the chain stopping my erection, the sensation was fantastic and I pushed my hips back against her.

Just then a loud voice echoed across the paddock. "Bella! Stop it! Now!" Our Russian weightlifter, who the girls told me later was called Agatha, had spotted Bella’s arousal of me and waived her whip at the young girl to indicate what would follow if she didn’t obey. Sadly the hips stopped rotating quickly, but before she pulled away, she whispered, "Si ha una magnifica cazzo!" – you have a wonderful cock!

Bella ran away to chat to Candy and Diane – I noticed that, other than Gloria, all of the ponygirls gave Presidente a wide berth – clearly he was not a stallion who was much liked by the other mares. As Bella skipped off, Daisy came to me and leant comfortably against me, and said, "Getting the picture now, Rocky? There are a lot of hot cunts here who are desperate for Presidente to be removed from his perch as head stud, thus introducing a younger stallion with a nice big cock who knows how to give us the orgasms we currently only dream of. Presidente may still have the sperm count needed to impregnate mares when they are on heat, but, other than Gloria, none of us can remember the last time he bothered to give us an orgasm. When I told the others that you had rocked my boat the first time your gorgeous prick serviced me – well, you saw the effect on young Bella!"

We stood there in the dappled shade chatting comfortably, and Daisy told me all about the Ranch and its occupants. Dr Ruth managed the Ranch for Tony Delancey, and the three trainers, Jose, Agatha and Maria were answerable to her. Everyone knew that Maria was not very good as a trainer, but was kept on because she was used sexually by Doctor Ruth, often several times a week.

Presidente was the first pony brought to the Ranch, about 5 years ago, but although he was a good stud and his mares had produced several foals, he was not a good racer, and therefore his semen could not fetch top prices in the market. Other than Gloria, all of the ponygirls had been brought in during the last year, and Mr Tony had become aware that he needed another stallion to service his ponygirls. The whole Ranch had been very excited when they heard that I was coming – I was amazed to hear that they had been told five days ago, that is the day after I had first arrive in Rio and met Mr Tony in a bar there!!

Just then Agatha and Maria walked into the paddock, and called out, "Here ponies, here," and the group moved obediently towards them to have their chains attached to their nose rings, and then we were all led into our stalls, to find that our feeding troughs were in place, with the usual mixture of porridge and fruit, which I eagerly started to slurp down. Once I had cleared the trough, I lay down on the straw and was quickly asleep – dreaming of shoving my cock into little Bella’s tight cunt.

Chapter 5

I was deeply asleep when I heard an unfamiliar voice calling out, "Up, Rocky, now!"

Knowing that I had to move quickly to avoid being whipped, I was on my feet quickly, to find that Agatha was standing there, the end of my chain already in my hand.

"Come, Rocky," she said softly, and led me down the barn into the washing area, and made me bend over the bar and clipped my nose chain to the floor so that I was bent at right angles. Again the hose was pushed into my bum and I was hosed out, although only one session was needed. Then she turned the hose on me and although it was cold water, it was refreshing in the heat of the barn. Interestingly, she washed me much more gently than Maria had, and spoke gently to me, commenting on the size of my cock and how well I had done yesterday. Then she explained that today she would be my trainer and that today I would be learning to pull a ‘sulky’ – I had no idea what she meant, but had no means of asking. Once she had washed and dried me, she told me to kneel on the ground, and then went to the bench and picked up a leather contraption consisting of straps and chains.

"Keep still, Rocky, whilst I put your bridle on – open your mouth." She slipped the straps over my head and pulled a rubber bit into my mouth. The straps were tightened under my chin to make the bridle tight, and then she clipped reins onto the rings either side of my face. She gathered the reins up behind me and said firmly, "Walk on!" and flicked my arse with the whip she had in her hand. As I moved forward, I felt her pull slightly on the left side of the bit and I turned in that direction. "Good boy!" she murmured, "do as you told and we’ll have you racing in no time at all."

"Now, let’s go and show you the sulky." She steered me out of the barn, only for me to be confronted with my next surprise. Standing there, already fixed in place, was Daisy attached to a small metal two-wheeled cart. It was clearly designed to be pulled by two ponies. There was a long steel pole coming forward from the cart, then another cross pole, with Daisy standing behind that cross pole on the left-hand side with her wrists clamped to it so that she could not remove them. Like me, she had a bridle and reins on. Agatha manoeuvred me into place behind my bar, attached my wrists to the special clamps, and then, like Daisy, she removed my belt so that I was completely naked except for my boots.

Agatha came round in front of me and addressed us both. "Daisy, I am relying on you to look after Rocky today on his first day, I know you are still hot for that cock of his, and the best way to ensure he becomes the Ranch Racing Stallion is for you to help him learn to race as quickly as possible. You know me, Daisy, I am firm but fair, and we are all going to work hard today to ensure you both feel my whip as infrequently as possible. So, we are going to trot out to the Big Rock, then practice racing for a couple of hours or so, then gallop back here."

Agatha moved behind us, gathered up the reins and climbed into the sulky – she flicked both sets of reins and called out, "Walk on!" Amazingly, although she was a big strong woman, the sulky felt very light and beautifully balanced, and we moved forward easily. "Just walk, you two, and Rocky, pick up your knees and make sure you keep in step with Daisy, otherwise I get a bumpy ride."

I did what she said – the prospect of being whipped did not appeal. Then she called out, "Take shorter strides, Rocky, you are taller than Daisy and the sulky is pulling to right." We carried on like this for about ten minutes, until I had roughly mastered keeping in step with Daisy – who looked beautiful as she walked, head thrown back, her gorgeous breasts stuck out proudly and high-stepping confidently. I had not noticed where we were going, but now I looked around and realised that the ranch had disappeared and we were on a track in open scrub land, and already the sun was beating down fiercely.

"OK ponies, let’s trot for a bit. Rocky, keep your eye on Daisy, she’s the best trotter I have trained since I came here – I have high hopes for her at the Games." Daisy gave me a flicker of a grin and then Agatha flicked the reins and we upped the pace to about that I was used to when I went jogging when I was back in England. But back in England I didn’t run with high-heeled boots on, nor a large butt plug in my anus nor a large steel ring on my balls sac – and it wasn’t nearly 50 degrees like now!

The track was only a dirt track, so I really had to concentrate on not stumbling on the uneven surface – I did trip a couple of times, and the second time the tip of Agatha’s whip flicked the back of my thigh painfully – "Pick your feet up, Rocky", she called. By now, Daisy and I were matching our steps and pace well, but we had been trotting for at least 20 – 25 minutes and were both breathing heavily and sweat was pouring off us. Suddenly Agatha called out, "Doing well team, ten more minutes of perfect trotting and we’ll be at the Big Rock."

I wasn’t sure that I could last that long, but after a couple more minutes I saw the outline of what was clearly the Big Rock ahead of us, the sight of which gave us both the energy to keep going. Another five minutes and Agatha called out "Whoa, ponies!" and we felt her pull on the reins to bring us to a halt in front of the Rock. I felt Agatha get down from the sulky and came round to us. I thought she might uncouple us, but instead she had a towel in her hand and wiped us both down with it. Then she produced a drinking bottle and squirted water into our mouths. She stowed the towel and water back in the sulky and came round to face us.

"Good work so far you two, you make a nice team. But as Daisy knows, that was just a warm up – now it gets serious. Now I want to find out if you can run through the pain barrier – Daisy can, I know, so there is no excuse for you, Rocky. We are going to be sprinting on the track over there – it is a mile long. We’ll do it a couple of times to practice, but after that it will be against the clock – and I shall expect you to improve every time. OK ponies, let’s start." She climbed up, flicked the reins and pulled our mouth bits round to the right, then straightened us and we walked 20 yards to where a red line was painted on the track. Looking up, I could see that the track was dead straight, and in the distance I could see a marker post by the track.

Suddenly the call of "Go!" and at the very moment, the searing pain as her whip cracked across my flank, followed immediately by another stroke which missed me but loudly struck against Daisy’s buttock. We jumped forward and started to run, but our first attempt was not very successful, as Daisy was a much fitter and better runner than I was by far, and I was struggling to keep up. Also, I found that running flat out with your arms pinned to your side was far from easy.

When we reached the other end of the track, Agatha pulled us to a halt and came and explained that either I would have to go faster, or Daisy go slower – and there was no way she was going to allow the latter. She explained that I needed to lean forward more to get speed, and rely on the cross bar to stop me falling over. Daisy and I had barely recovered our breath when Agatha flicked the reins and turned us back to the race track. This time was much better and I certainly felt I did better – which Agatha confirmed at the end of that lap by giving us both a lump of sugar and some water.

And for the next two hours we ran and ran – most times we got quicker than the last time – and would get a sugar lump - then occasionally slower, in which case Agatha swung her arm hard and a fierce blow struck our bums. Finally the time was up, and without stopping, Agatha told us to race home, with the result that we could barely stand up by the time we reached the Ranch. By the time she pulled us to a halt in front of the barn, we were both gasping for breath, could hardly stand and had sweat pouring off us in streams. Agatha put our belts back on and moved our wrists from the bars to our belt clips, then removed our bridles. She clipped chains onto our nose rings and led us across to the paddock where the other ponies were already gathered.

Before she let us go, Agatha stood in front of us and said quietly, "You two have the making of a very good pair – keep this up and I will look after you well. Now go and relax." She unclipped my chain, turned the switch on my collar on so that I could speak and as she did so, she put her hand around my balls and jiggled them in a friendly way. "And you, Rocky, have the equipment here to make a lot of mares very happy!" She slapped our rumps and we trotted into the paddock.

Daisy skipped across the paddock to join the other mares, but I walked slowly, still recovering from the day’s exercise. By the time I joined the group, Daisy was cheerfully telling the others what a good time we had had and how Rocky had done really well and was going to make a great racing stallion. As I approached, the little pony Bella came up to me and turned and rubbed her buttocks against my cock provocatively, just like she had done the previous day. I looked around and waited to hear one of the trainers call out for her to desist, but to my surprise, there was no-one standing by the paddock gate.

At that moment, Daisy screamed, "Look out!" but it was too late, the vast frame of Presidente thumped into my back and I crashed to the ground. I had forgotten Daisy’s warning to beware the wrath of a threatened stallion, and clearly Presidente was going to take this opportunity to deal with an upstart. With my arms pinioned I frantically tried to get back on my feet but Presidente kicked my thigh hard with his boot and I sprawled back to the ground, completely at his mercy.

Suddenly I hear cries coming from the barn as the Agatha ran towards the paddock. "No, Presidente, no, get back!" But I looked up and saw that he was taking aim with his boot and was about to swing and kick my leg with a force that would surely shatter it – and destroy any hope I might have of ever being a powerful stallion, or threat to him.

But at that moment Daisy appeared behind him and swung her boot accurately between his legs and the whole paddock heard the resounding sound of her boot making contact with Presidente’s balls – followed two seconds later by his scream as he sank to the ground in agony.

All the trainers were there in a few seconds, and Maria and Jose dragged Presidente to his feet and half-dragged, half-walked him out of the paddock and away to the barn. Agatha came over and helped me up and ran her hands over my body to make sure I was not damaged. "OK, Rocky, you’re OK now, a bit bruised and battered but you’ll be fine. Looks like you owe young Daisy your pony-life – you two really are a pair now!" She went and stroked Daisy and then went to his special mare Gloria was crying, and stroked her and calmed her down. After a few minutes the other trainers returned and led all the mares away to their stalls, leaving just Daisy and I.

When they came back, Agatha said to her, "Well done Daisy, you saved Rocky here from being sold off as a useless dray pony to some farmer – I think you deserve a bit of a reward for that." She clipped the lead chain onto Daisy’s nose, turned the switch on her collar to silence her speech, and led her across to part of the fence that I had not noticed before – there was a wooden bench, about waist high, attached to the inside of the fence. She led Daisy to it and bent her over it and clipped her nose chain to the ground on the other side so that she was effectively tethered with her tail pointing outwards and upwards. She took hold of Daisy’s butt plug and removed it quickly from her, then walked over to where I was watching – I could feel my cock starting to fill with blood, and Agatha noticed it.

"Fancy fucking her, don’t you Rocky? Well I think you have both deserved it, so let’s release this cock of yours" – whilst she was talking she silenced my speech on the collar and then she had knelt down and was releasing the ring which clipped my cock to my balls – "and give Daisy another session of pleasure." My cock had sprung up, but Agatha put her hand on the underside and stroked the glans so that by the time she had finished, my cock was pointing virtually straight upwards, I was so excited. I could hear Daisy breathing heavily and she was moving her arse to and fro as I approached her.

"Gently now, Rocky, don’t want you to damage her, "Agatha said, as she took hold of my cock and guided me towards Daisy’s backside. I could smell the sexual excitement coming from Daisy’s cunt and she was grunting in excitement and swaying her rear-end provocatively to encourage me, and Agatha guided the head of my cock into the damp opening facing me. "All yours, boy, enjoy her." So saying, she slapped my bum hard and I drove my whole length all the way into her in one stroke and left it buried there for a few seconds, then pulled right back and drove right in again.

She squealed and grunted loudly and whinnied in obvious pleasure, and when I had driven into her again, I leant forward and sank my teeth into her neck and I felt her cunt walls grip me tightly and her bodied spasmed as she orgasmed wildly. Agatha was right behind my neck and said loudly, "Good boy, good boy, this is the kind of performance the Ranch needs from a stallion – you’ve got her going, now finish her off, you’ve got her all juiced up now Rocky, now fill her up with your spunk!"

Agatha continued to slap me harder and harder as I pounded faster and faster into Daisy’s juicy slit – the pain in my leg where Presidente had attacked me now forgotten as the animal instinct to copulate completely took over me, I no longer thought of Daisy as a girl, she was just a pony who needed to be shown a good time by a vigorous and proud stallion. We were both furiously grunting in excitement – I sank my teeth into her neck and she orgasmed again and then I felt Agatha rolling my balls round in her hand and calling out, "Time to go Rocky, give her that nice big load now!" The sensation was ecstatic – I pushed my tool right up into her belly and kept it there as the spunk pumped out into her, and as it squirted into her, I lay my head against hers and gently licked her ear – she made a humming noise of pleasure and I knew that all the other ponies would know very soon that the new stud would be coming to service them very soon.

After a couple of minutes, Agatha pulled me out of Daisy’s rear – not easy, I certainly didn’t want to go and my penis was still fully erect as she led me across the yard to my stable. She clipped my chain to the wall, and then brought a bowl of cold water and a flannel and washed my cock and balls, which got rid of my erection so that she could attach my cock ring to my groin chain to hold it down again. "Good boy, Rocky, good performance. Now I have to go and face the enquiry as to what went wrong out there. Meanwhile, you get some sleep, you’re going to being working a lot harder in the coming days, I guess." She patted my rump and popped a lump of sugar in my mouth, and was gone.

I did sleep well once I had calmed down, and it was only when Agatha came in the following morning that I woke up. She looked stern, and said, "No time for breakfast this morning, Mr Delancey is going to speak to all the staff and ponies together, let’s get going." She led me out into the yard and I saw that most of the ponies were tied off to the top rail of the paddock, only Presidente and the beautiful Katya were not there. Agatha and Jose were there, but no sign of Doctor Ruth or Maria, although another young woman in a white medical coat was standing by a large medical table which had been set out in the yard. Also nearby, a large vertical wooden St Andrew’s Cross had been set up by the gate of the paddock. However, I only just had time to take this all in before the tall figure Tony Delancey strode into the yard and faced us all. He did NOT look happy.

"Yesterday was a disaster," he began, "and certain people were responsible. Instead of looking after you ponies during your paddock time as she was supposed to do, Maria left you all unattended and went off to seek sexual pleasure with Doctor Ruth in her cabin. The result was that Presidente went wild and attacked Rocky, nearly succeeding in maiming him in the process. There will be consequences." He signalled to Jose who walked away into the barn.

"First of all, Doctor Ruth has been sacked and has already left the Ranch. Beside me here is a friend who happened to be staying with me, who is a qualified vet and who will be taking over as Ranch Vet and Manager of the Ranch from now on. Let me introduce Doctor Kalina. Kalina comes from Russia like Agatha, but she speaks excellent English and will take great care of you, I’m sure." Kalina was a tall glamorous Russian, unlike her countrywoman, but she had a nice smile which was encouraging to the ponies, who knew the power the Ranch Vet wielded over them.

Just then Jose appeared with a woman over his shoulder who he brought to the table and then put her down on her feet and turned her to face us – and we recognised at once that it was Maria – but not Maria the trainer, but Maria the pony. She was naked, her head had been shaved, a silencing collar fitted, control rings fitted through her nose and between her legs, a tail fitted into her butt and her wrists clamped to a belt. Her head was hung down, but most noticeable was that she had clearly be beaten and whipped – her back and thighs were covered with weals.

Mr Delancey came forward and grabbed the girl/pony by the remaining hair on her head and held her head up and said, "This is what happens to anyone who cares more for themselves than for my Ranch. This girl is clearly no use to me as a trainer, so I am handing her over to my staff to see if they can make anything useful out of her as a pony. And as a pony, she will be branded." Even at this point, I don’t think Maria had realised her final fate, but before she could react, Jose had picked her up and pushed her against the bench, her feet on the ground and quickly clamped her wrists to the bench. He then spread her legs and clamped each one to the legs of the bench, then passed a long leather strap across her back and tied it off tightly so that she could not move.

Mr Delancey now moved forward and Doctor Kalina passed him the branding iron which had been in the brazier out of sight, and without any further comment, calmly placed the red hot iron onto her exposed buttock. After a couple of seconds we saw her body slump as she fainted from the shock, but Mr Delancey still left it there for the standard five seconds, then handed it back to Doctor Kalina. Without saying anything, Jose and Agatha untied the unconscious pony and carried her over to the Cross, and proceeded to fix her to it so that she hung there by her wrist and ankles. When she was in place, Jose took a bucket of water and threw it over her, waking the girl from unconsciousness.

Mr Delancey spoke again. "She will stay there for the rest of the day as a reminder to everyone of the cost of failure. But from now on, she is a pony and you will all treat her as such – she has been punished for her former life – now let’s make sure she is a better pony than she was a trainer".

"Now, converting her to a pony left me with a staffing problem, and so I have decided to release a pony from her state and turn her back to a human – therefore this is Trainer Katya." From the barn appeared the beautiful Katya, wearing a cowboy shirt and cut-away shorts, with cowboy boots. All her rings had been removed, and the only sign of her former existence was the strip of black hair in the back of her head. "She will care for you all just as carefully as Agatha and Jose do, but don’t believe that she will be especially kind to you just because she once knew your existence".

"Now finally, Agatha assures me that on the basis of his performance so far, Rocky is well capable of acting as the Ranch Stallion with all the work that involves." All the ponies turned and grinned at me and I felt a wave of joy at the prospect of being the dominant male for such a lovely group of ponies.

"However," he continued, "Rocky’s promotion means we have no further use for Presidente" – I heard Gloria beside me make a sound that might have been a sob – "so I sold him this morning to a farmer up in the Northern Territories to work for the rest of his miserable life as a farm pony. The farmer has made it clear that he only wants a gelding as they work better, so we will finish this morning by all witnessing the end of Presidente’s career as a stallion."

Agatha led him out of the barn at this moment – he too had clearly been severely whipped in the last 12 hours, and probably had a sedative administered as he seemed extraordinarily quiet and docile. Agatha led him to the table where Maria had been branded, and he was strapped down in the same way, and Doctor Karina produced a pair of bolt cutters and cut through the control ring behind his balls as well as the ring in his cock. Then she fixed his tail out of the way with some surgical tape, and cleaned his balls with antiseptic. Agatha placed a metal bowl on the floor under his cock, then stood to one side.

Presidente seemed uncaring to what was happening, and certainly could not see Doctor Karina, although we all could, as she knelt behind him and made a small cut in the balls sac with a scalpel. She eased the testicle out and cut it free and dropped the testicle into the metal bowl. She then took a cauterisation gun and applied it, sealing up the blood vessels and the semen duct. Just as efficiently she removed the other testicle and sealed the vessels, then carefully stitched up the incisions she had made.

Presidente felt the pain of the cuts from the scalpel and the cauterising gun, but merely whimpered pitifully – he must have known the fate that awaited him and resigned himself to his terrible end. Agatha untied him and led him back to the barn. When he was gone, Mr Delancey turned to us all. "So," he said, "the end of an era – but hopefully the start of a much better one. Work hard ponies and you will be well looked after. Tomorrow is Friday so our first chance for Rocky to cover you all – something to look forward. And the good news for him is that I have purchased two more fillies who are on their way here to be broken and trained."

With that he and Doctor Karina, carrying the bowl with Presidente’s now useless testicles, left the yard and the trainers came and led us back into our stalls and gave us our breakfast. To my surprise, Katya took me, and when she had put the food in my feeding trough – considerably more than I had been getting up until then, obviously being Ranch Stallion had more benefits than I imagined – she stood beside me as I ate and stroked my flanks tenderly. "You are a fine stallion, Rocky, they have allocated me to particularly look after you, so don’t let me down, will you?" I snorted and tossed my head as I had seen Presidente do to show my strength, but then dropped my head and pressed my head on her chest in a way I knew trainers appreciated. She stroked my hair gently, then said, "Come on boy, eat up, I need to get you cleaned up and ready for the day – you still smell of spunk and cum from that greedy little pony Daisy!"

Once I had finished eating, Katya took my lead and took me out across the yard and led me into the Vet’s office – I wasn’t keen and pulled on my lead, although it hurt my nose, but Katya was having none of it and a couple of stinging blows from the riding whip in her hand had me under control. As soon as we got in there, Katya and Doctor Karina seized my wrists and clamped them into two brackets high up on the wall, the took my ankles and clamped them wide apart so the I was spread-eagled standing facing them and quite unable to move.

"Good boy, Rocky, nice and calm now," murmured Doctor Karina as knelt down and undid the restraining ring holding my cock down. "Last time you were tested like this you were subjected to Doctor Ruth’s cock as well – nothing like that today. We just need to test that you are ready for your first big day tomorrow. Sorry to have to restrain you, but I find that stallions get too frisky if we try and do this unrestrained. So Katya, as you missed out on being fucked by this beautiful prick, would you like to milk him for me?"

Katya looked at Doctor Karina with a big smile, and nodded happily. "OK," said the Doctor, "I suggest you strip off – I find that stallions empty their balls more fully if they are also visually stimulated when we take the sample." While she was speaking she was stroking the underside of my cock which was fully erect in the few seconds it took Katya to discard her clothes. Moving to me and taking my penis in her hand, she dropped her voice to a husky tone and started to masturbate me, saying, "Now then Rocky, be a good boy for me and give me your biggest sample possible, lots of spunk for us to test, there’s a lovely stiff cock, those ponies are going to have a great morning tomorrow."

I was already excited by everything they had done, but being masturbated by such a gorgeous trainer was fantastic, and I snorted and whinnied and threw myself against my restraints. "Come on boy, just relax and give me your load." She put her other hand around my balls and stroked them – and I could feel the pressure build ready to spurt, and I whinnied loudly. Doctor Karina moved forward quickly and slipped the soft glove with the phial built into it over my cock and she masturbated me whist Katya stroked my balls. I don’t know how much spunk Doctor Ruth had got out of me, but these two got an absolute torrent – I jerked and jerked at least a dozen times as the spurts of white liquid filled the phial.

Eventually I was spent, and the Doctor removed the glove and took the phial away. She returned with a basin of water and a flannel and Katya cleaned my cock up before re-attaching it to my restraining ring between my legs.

As the two of them undid me from the restraints, Katya spoke gently to me. "Good boy, Rocky, good boy. Lots of spunk there – let’s just hope you can keep that rate up for tomorrow – I’m almost sad it isn’t me who’s going to be getting your splendid weapon, it is certainly a great improvement on Presidente’s prick – that might have done the business for Gloria but the rest of us never got much pleasure from it."

She stopped talking and clipped the lead chain onto my nose. "OK Rocky, time for your exercise, let’s go!" Katya walked me out into the yard and we headed off to the Walker, and the rest of the day was taken up with following Bella’s tight little butt round and round in circles as Jose kept us working in the blazing heat. Finally we were unclipped and led to the paddock, our collars released to allow us to speak and let loose. The whole herd moved immediately to the shade of the tree, and spent the first few minutes greeting each other, rubbing our bodies against one another and chatting. The only ones who stayed apart were Gloria, who was clearly missing her friend and protector, and the miserable figure of Maria, who had spent the day in the Walker with us.

After a few minutes, Daisy detached herself from our group and moved gently to stand beside Maria. "Please Maria, come and join us. You were a very severe trainer to us, but that ended two days ago – now you are a pony like us and will remain so forever. You need our friendship to survive, so please come and join us." We could see the tears well up in Maria’s eyes, but she followed Daisy across the paddock and we all rubbed our bodies against hers in greeting.

After a few minutes Katya and Jose called to us and we all trotted across the paddock to them and were led away to our stables for the night. Tomorrow was going to be a big day for me.

 

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story continues in The Trip of a Lifetime 3: Ranch Stallion

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