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Ashley's voice sounded so good to him. She came over and untied
him and helped him stretch.
"Boy can I see why they gave me extra time with you this
morning pony boy, you need it for sure if I am to get you presentable."
She led him to a room and had him tied, spread eagle again. Very tight. She took a hose and cleaned him off, using sponges -- not the brushes like normally. In fact, she was very soft with her touch and was very careful of the marks on his body. She kept acknowledging how these marks must hurt. She carefully dried him off. She brushed his hair and made pony boy look as presentable as possible. Then she dressed him and made sure all the marks were well hidden. She stated that today would be easier on him physically, but that he had other things just as important to learn, and that Susan would be over to prepare him for his classes. She untied him and brought him back to his stable and told him it would be good if he stood until Susan arrived.
It was not too long before Susan came to him and went straight for the bag again. Oh how he was dreading that bag lately.
Susan talked to him as she fastened his arms behind his back, like the previous day. Already he could feel the familiarity of it all. She said that they used this arm position a lot because ponies do not use hands and it is almost always used when pulling carts and such. "Now open up pony boy -- it is time to get used to your bit. This will be in all day today, as well as your bridle." She fastened this on his head. He noticed how he could open his mouth, but that when he did, there was extreme pressure holding his tongue down. His teeth could come together and he could swallow. When she was done, he shook his head and noticed it was there to stay.
Susan smiled and told him how he was acting more and more like a pony every day. This made him feel good and picked up his spirits a bit.
He was then led down to a room and tied to a chair, motionless. His head was focused on a screen. "You have some films to watch. Do not fall asleep pony boy. You will not like the results if you do."
The films were on ponies -- real ones. No sound -- just ponies
running and playing and fighting with each other. This went on
for over two hours and then it turned off. Susan came and got
him again. "OK pony boy, today you are going to be under
a lot of evaluation from me. I have to write a report to Lady
Equine on your behaviors today. I am supposed to get you used
to being with other ponies more. We have some work to do and there
are some heavy loads to pull so I am hooking you into a harness
with three other male ponies. You will all pull the same cart.
She led pony boy over to the cart where he saw the bigger pony
boy that harassed him the day before. Pony boy was fastened right
next to him. The larger one did not seem to like this and was
stomping his feet. Susan went over and cropped his butt and told
him to calm down.
These three ponies pulled this cart for hours. They each received
water and a rub down every so often, as they seemed to need it.
The larger pony seemed to be getting tired. Pony boy was already
tired from the night before, but seemed to be OK. Clearly, there
was sort of a competition spirit here in him that made him keep
going just to show up this other pony boy.
Lunch time came and went and the work ended. The ponies were taken,
cleaned up, and let loose in the field once more for a few hours
to do whatever. The ponies that were pulling the cart- pony boy
included-seemed a bit worn out. Pony boy, however, still stood
tall with his head up, running around the fence in a slow trot.
The large pony boy saw this and followed-he was not going to let
this little shit show him up. Pony boy had just finished with
that rock wall not too long ago and Ashley and Susan had him running
every day. That, along with the fact that he was a bit younger
than this other pony boy, meant he could easily wear out this
pony.
By the fourth time around the track, the larger pony was very tired and just stopped right in the path. And, as pony boy came around one more time, the larger pony turned and kicked him, knocking him down. It is not easy getting up with your hands tied behind you, but pony boy managed and walked up to the other pony and snorted and just stared at him. The other pony was still breathing very hard and pony boy could see he was very tired.
The larger pony still had to prove something. He charged at
pony boy. Pony boy spun around
and kicked him on the side of the head. The larger pony boy went
to the ground, and stayed there
-- not knocked out -- but defeated.
Pony boy hoped that he had done right. That kick was definitely
not a pony kick. But he stood his ground and figured that his
punishment, if any, would not be as bad as the slave with the
cane.
As he turned to leave the situation, he noted the Lady on the
other side of the track-she was talking with some of her staff.
Did she notice? Would she be pleased? e trotted over to the side
of the fence where she was standing just to get a glimpse of her
to try and discern if she had seen and what was her mood. But,
just as he reached the fence, she turned on her heels and left,
not even acknowledging pony boy -- God -- the way these people
turned like this clearly unnerved pony boy. He kicked the fence.
This did not make her turn around. He sulked, and moved away from
the fence.
As pony boy walked away from the fence, he noted that all the pony girls were swarming around him, and some even began to nuzzle him. He liked this. He nuzzled back. Other pony boys came by and smiled at him and, liking this, he smiled back. It had seemed he not only solved his own personal problem, but a problem for a few others as well. This made him feel good. But he still worried about the Lady's reaction.
When the food came the handler's saw the large pony on the
ground, now in a sitting position.
They took him away. The rest of the ponies all ate their food
and then walked around a bit. Pony boy found some hay bails and
laid down. One particular pony girl came over and laid right next
to him, snuggling up very close. This felt very good. She was
lovely indeed. Her long thick black hair served as her mane. A
well trim and kept body, highlighting-pony boy assumed-months
of hard work and concentrated caretaking here on this ranch. Pony
boy wondered if she would soon be ready for sale, but he knew
he could not ask this question. He just enjoyed her company for
the moment. Would they sell such a beauty? How did they make such
determinations? He worried a bit.
The bell rang for the ponies to get back in their stalls for the
night. They all walked back in. The one pony girl who had nuzzled
with him in the hay wanted to follow pony boy back to his stall,
but her lead took her to her stall instead. Pony boy was saddened
by this, and he could tell, by the look on her face, that the
pony girl was as well. However, pony boy was really quite tired
and did not want to fight the lead that led him to his stall.
He may have looked in top shape, but he still was very sore from
the canning, very tired from lack of sleep, and worn out from
pulling the cart all day. He was putting on a show so to speak.
One of the groomers came over and undressed him and brushed
him lightly. He writhed in pain when the bruises were brushed,
but he did not make a sound. She took off the bridle and the bit.
Pony boy moved his mouth around. It felt so good to not have the
bit restricting his mouth movements.
The groomer mentioned that she knew he was on punishment for
several more days, but that tonight he was just to be tied, as
they needed him well rested for more cart work in the morning.
She tied his legs together and tied his arms to his sides -- almost
like a mummy. She covered him with a blanket and pet him for a
few minutes. When Susan came in, the groomer left. Susan came
over, not saying a word -- just staring into pony boy's eyes.
She had her clip board with all the notes she had taken during
this day, but she did not mention anything to pony boy. She just
stared at him eye to eye. What was she thinking, pony boy wondered?
What had she been noticing?
What had she been writing on that damned clip board? How was he
doing in relation to the evaluation that was soon to be given
to Lady Equine? Did Lady Equine see what happened, and would that
take precedence over his more proper performances of the day?
While he was nervous about all these thoughts, his exhaustion
got the better of him, and he found himself drifting off to sleep.
In that half awake, half asleep state, he felt Susan petting him.
He nuzzled his face into her side, and soon he was fast asleep.
The following day, after a thorough grooming with Ashley, Susan again worked with pony boy, and she continued to make notes -- feeling no need to hide this fact from pony boy. This made pony boy feel quite uncomfortable, and in his anxiety, he made several errors. For example, during simple trotting trails, he stumbled. He even spoke out once. Susan did not say a word. She just walked over and gagged him. He was made to wear this gag for over two hours. When Susan hooked him to the cart and drove him over to the tack barn, the ride was jerky, which prompted Susan to use her riding crop. God, he wished he could get it together, today. He had done so well the day before -- except perhaps for that kick to the side of the head of the larger pony.
Once at the tack shop, pony boy noticed that Susan was looking through some items which smelled and look like new. She handed him over to one of the groomers to clean him up and water him down after his trails and the cart ride. She continued to look over the items. Susan had not said anything to him this whole day, and the groomer was now similarly silent. Was this a test, pony thought. Was he failing this one as well? He was so clumsy this day-so anxious. He knew this would affect the evaluation given to Lady Equine.
After his grooming, Susan walked up to him with a bright smile on her face. She unbuckled the gag she had placed in pony boy's mouth and he relaxed his jaw a bit. Then she placed something into his mouth and attached it to his bridle. He could not spit this new item out, but he could open and close his mouth and breath properly. The groomer offered him some water which he was able to drink and swallow. Then Susan led him over to a pole, tied his wrists high above his head, and whispered into his ear. "You have some swats coming for talking earlier. Your new bit was not supposed to be used for another week, but I feel it will be to your advantage, as you do seem to forget that your voice is no longer yours to use without permission. Go ahead, pony boy, try and talk. Pony boy tried to do as he was asked, but nothing could come out other than "ahhh uuhhhh... mmmph". Every time he opened up his mouth, the bit put pressure on his tongue and he could not speak. Then Susan explained, "if you need attention, all you have to do is open your mouth as wide as possible and this will trigger a sounding device. Try it pony boy." Again, pony boy did as instructed, but there was no sound. Susan encouraged him to open his mouth even wider and swatted him on the butt with her crop as incentive. As he widened his mouth, he heard a loud whinny which startled him. He jumped, and Susan pet his head to calm him down.
Once pony boy understood this new device, Susan administered the promised punishment for talking. She cropped his ass bright red-which did not take much given the canning he received two nights before. During the punishment, pony boy tried to cry out, but he was not able. During the cropping he thought about how he still had five more days before he was given his first choice to leave or not. At this moment -- enduring still another beating, he wondered if he would opt to leave However, as much as this place confused him, he also felt so taken care of and relaxed. He knew this would probably not be his ultimate choice, although he would consider it now and again.
Finally, the cropping ended and Susan petted his head "Good,
pony boy". He was very sore now
* and this beating woke parts of his body that had been disciplined
two nights before. Pony boy was not -- at this moment -- a happy
camper.
Susan left the groomer to take care of pony boy after whispering something to her and handing her another bag. The groomer kept pony boy tied to the pole. She cleaned his body, put salve on the welts on his ass, and then opened the bag, pulling out some other new items.
The first was a new jock that the groomer slipped on him. The pulley then released his arms for a moment, and pony boy was made to bend over. The groomer greased up his ass and slid in a large butt plug -- larger than any he had thus far endured. As she began this procedure, pony boy felt like he would be split in two. However, as the procedure was finished, the butt plug was sucked in my his own rectal movements, and pony boy just felt real full. The groomer then pulled up the back strap which held everything in place. When she raised his arms again with the pulley and moved to the front of pony boy, she smiled at how excited he had become. She commented that it was such a shame that he had become so excited, given that his cock and balls were now to be tied tightly in place.
The groomer used a series of straps that pulled pony boy's balls down and held his cock tightly against the base unit of the jock. She then covered his entire sex with a snap on cover. This left pony boy feeling very frustrated as the tightness of the restraints on his cock only kept it hard. He started breathing heavier. The groomer giggled and again went to his back. Pony boy felt coarse hair against his legs. Seeing him shiver, the groomer said, " hmmm your new salt and pepper tail looks great, and you certainly do seem to enjoy it She swished it between his legs, frustrating him further. He wriggled in both ecstasy, pain, and frustration-he knew he looked so ready and yearning to be touched somehow, but he could not stop his body from moving.
Then, he felt a soft touch to the back of his neck and a hand that found a tuft of hair to grab. He was startled and aroused, and could not stop moving. There was a low moan occurring in his throat, but it did not culminate in a human voice. Then his head was forced down so that he was looking up at the ceiling. Then his head was turned slightly to the right, where, from the side of his eye, he could see that it was the Lady who had hold of him. His knees became weak and limp, so that his arms now held the fullness of his weight. The Lady blew a soft breath in his ear, which caused him to shudder uncontrollably. She took her other hand -- which was covered with a leather glove that had little pins in it -- and travelled down his back to the base of his spine. Then, she grabbed one side of his butt firmly, and simultaneously bit the front of his neck which was laid bare to her. As he rested more of his weight on his arms, the Lady whispered in his ear "How lovely you look tied here, with the sun shining upon your body. I may wish you to entertain me at some point in the very near future". And just as quickly as she had arrived, she was now gone.
Pony boy was in a daze.
Susan then came around the corner and looked at him, smiling knowingly about what just had occurred. She just stared, as pony boy tried to gather himself-tried to raise himself on his legs to properly display himself for Susan. This took a bit of doing, but Susan stood there patiently, until pony boy brought himself back to his senses. At this point, he could feel the intensity of Susan's stare, and pony boy tried desperately to read what was behind it. He remembered the note pad, and wondered what she had been writing. He wondered -- and worried -- about how quiet she had been. He tried to show her with his eyes that he needed her voice to soothe him -- to center him.
Susan was wondering the same thing about pony boy. What was going through his head? Susan was thinking of all she saw this day, previous days, and right now-and she began to think about all she had been writing to Lady Equine.
Susan untied pony boy, snapped on a lead, and said that they would now be taking a walk to other parts of the ranch unknown to pony boy. She, like the Lady, took hold of the lead in one hand and used the other to pet his head and his neck. And the walk began.....
As they were walking, Susan spoke to pony boy. "I am proud
of your progress, pony boy. You are clearly working on many of
the things we discussed with you in your first evaluation, many
of the things Lady Equine spoke with you about, and many of the
questions she answered for you.
Your commitment clear, and I hope it will assist you in getting
through this training period.
Pony boy nodded, and his eyes asked for more.
"I can tell you want more from me. I like that you are learning to use things other than your voice to make your message known. So, I will respectfully give you more:
To begin with, I have noted that you are making an extra effort in making better use of your physical characteristics. Even when worn out or in pain, you manage to hold yourself erect and proud. You are indeed learning your potential and how to promote it, as was quite evident as you pulled the cart with the other two ponies.
In terms of your attitude, it remains positive, and you have worked more prudently on time and task management. I am a little worried, as is Lady Equine, that you will take too much power in the stables however. You were instructed to find your proper place -- not to high and not to low. hen you resorted to human strength and prowess with midnight (the larger pony), you went beyond the limit. You must be careful to find your true place in the pecking order. Bravado is not a quality we admire in our ponies. We also noticed your huffiness when you could not garner the attention you wanted from the Lady. While kicking is acceptable here, I would advice you not to use such melodramatics in the presence of the Lady.
You are clearly working on this eagerness to please issue --
and we appreciate this in our ponies.
You have not overdone -- you stick to what is expected-a fine
quality in any pony.
You are also working on not being too involved with work, although you did overdo a bit in your spirited competition with midnight. I think though, as you learn your proper place with the other ponies, you may not find a need for such competition.
As for your level and degree of playfulness -- well much more work is needed here -- although we were happy to see that you enjoyed the companionship of butterfly -- she is certainly admiring of you, and we were happy to see that you could stop and enjoy this admiration. You too might make a very fine pair.
In terms of your own self awareness, we still do not believe you have much of an understanding of what makes you work and do things the way you do them. We need more work here as well."
Pony boy was generally pleased with Susan's comments, although he also was a bit deflated -- but he was not sure why. I mean, that was, in general, a good beginning, so why was he feeling sad, or rejected in some way. What was he sensing, and was it real or his own fantasy. He could not tell. All he did know was that he had hoped for more from Susan. In fact, when he thought about it, what he had hoped for was for her to comment on how he was doing, and what she thought of him as a pony boy or trainee. Did she like him or was she just doing her job? Did she have any special interests in pony boy? He was growing to enjoy her company and looked forward to her visits, even if some times it was to dish out punishment or to push him.
But none of this was forthcoming, and this made pony boy sad. He knew he was probably expecting things well beyond the role of Susan as his trainer. What was up? Why was he needing so much more from her? He could not understand it well. Perhaps it was a feeling of needing to be attached to some one. To belong, so to speak. He did not know for sure, but he felt very lonely unless Susan or Ashley were with him. His spirits picked right up when he saw them. But when he showed any excitement for them being there, they seemed to not be as forward and turned more business like. But when he felt down, they became his best friends... this was really confusing him.
As he began again to pay attention to his surroundings, he noticed that he was on a lovely hill, and down at the bottom of the hill was a beautiful pond and wildflowers. Also at the bottom of the hill was butterfly and her trainer. She was beautiful, and she was looking as though she ad been anticipating pony boy's arrival.
Susan told pony boy to put his hands behind his back, and then
she securely tied them as she had done many times before. "Butterfly
is here for your company. You can spend the next hour with her
in the fields, in the wildflowers, and n the water. All your gear
will be removed, but your and her hands will remain secured. Please
remember the rules about talking-ad also know that no one will
be supervising either of you-so you are on an honor's system about
the rules. I will be back in one hour, and I expect you to be
right here, standing proud, waiting for me."
With this Susan swatted him on his ass and said "Go boy".
Pony boy ran down the hill toward butterfly. She, similarly secured,
ran to met him.