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\"Noisy\" I\nmuttered to myself giving the duvet cover one final twitch to centre the crest\nof my favourite soccer team slap bang in the middle of the bed. Little fusspot\nwould be sure to notice if it was even half a centimetre out! I paused just as\nI was smoothing everything down again as a loud scream sounded from the\nadjacent building. A second, third and fourth followed and then after a pause a\ncouple more finishing with an extended long and particularly shrill one that\nmade even me wince.

Good job I don't have\nany neighbours I muttered eyeing the champagne ice bucket. Yes, no? I made my\nmind up and moved it from the big dresser to the little cabinet on my side of\nthe bed to be more convenient. Actually, it wasn't really a champagne bucket,\nmore a large stainless steel bowl filled with ice cubes. Nor did it contain a\nbottle of expensive bubbly. I didn't have one so four tins of supermarket own-brand\nlarger would have to suffice. Anyway, neither of us were very fussy nor great\nwine drinkers!

Her side of the bed for the chocolates. Strange girl. It used to be the\nthing I believe to smoke a cigarette after making love but greedily scoffing\nmilk chocolates? Odd, particularly as she was something of a health and fitness\nfanatic, usually avoided anything like that. \n

Another couple of screams sounded and then, oh dear, now that wasn't at\nall acceptable, nor was it very polite language. It certainly wasn't respectful,\nand that would not have been well received! Faint angry words yet still loud\nenough for me to hear clearly. That wasn't the behaviour I expected or\ntolerated, but then I suppose I ought to make allowances for this new 'experience'.\nI would not of course and anyway, was it that much of a new experience? Merely\na variation upon a familiar theme but with a different conductor wielding the\nbaton for this latest concert!

I caught sight of myself in the mirror and happily noted that my sizable\ncock was rising to the occasion despite its earlier exertions. I resisted the\ntemptation to touch it; I would wait for the soft touch of Trixie's tongue to\nfinish raising the pole. It always amused the little witch to do that, and she\ncould be so deliciously teasing.

It wasn't cold, so I didn't bother with a robe, but I took a moment to toe-poke\nmy casually discarded clothes under the bed with my foot. Lazy I know, and she\nwas always on at me about that and my general lack of tidiness but what the\nhell, it was my house, my little isolated smallholding. I'd do as I damn well\nplease - unless told otherwise of course!

I could do without that draft through the open window, so I moved to\nclose it, noting that it had suddenly gone relatively quiet. Did that mean, but\nno Trixie had only been alone with it for what fifteen, twenty minutes? I had\nreckoned on an hour minimum and probably more before we cracked open a couple\nof those cans and jointly tested the bed springs.

As I reached up to pull the window down, I realised that my assumption\nwas wrong because I could hear some noise: a regular rhythmic thwacking sound,\neach meaty smack followed by a muted but discernible squeal. Trixi had evidently\nbeen experimenting and had now restored the animals' bit to its appropriate\nplace.

I glanced around to see all was in order then closed the window and took\nmy place on the bed. Perhaps my timing was a bit out. Was I a bit early? I\nsuspected that for the moment, my gorgeous young girlfriend had ceased\nexperimenting at the front end and had returned to applying her boundless\nenergy at the rear end. I knew my girl. Once she got going there would be no point\nin my interfering!

Better for both of us if I let her work up a full head of steam vis a\nvis those chocolates and what went before! Maybe less scratches in the heat of\npassion on my damn back and buttocks for one thing! Christ, she had bloody\ntalons, not fingernails! I settled contentedly back against the soft pillows allowing\nmy mind to drift back a couple of hours.

Perhaps at this point, I should state straight away that I am not a\nhomosexual. I am not the least bit gay. Don't get me wrong; I am not at all\nbiased, fanatically biblical or homophobic in any way. My best friend at uni\nwas so inclined, but it bothered me not one iota! It's just that I am not\nattracted to other men in the slightest. I find the very thought of being\ntouched by another man or me touching them in a conventional sexual context\nabsolutely nauseating. I do not admire bodybuilders, wrestlers, pro\nfootballers, lifeguards or firefighters. Not for their bodies at any rate.\nTheir admirable occupations yes. Their looks and bodies no.

That is what I had told Trixie, and I wanted to make that clear from the\nstart of our relationship. Trixie is quite the opposite. Blatantly bisexual and\nunashamedly open about it. She has no qualms about admiring and bedding other\nwomen, dancing cheek to cheek, fondling, kissing, groping or even just holding\nhands in public.

Trixie is blonde, uber pretty, pert, petite almost doll-like but no\nshrinking violet. There was never any doubt about who the butch was when she\nwas with one of her girlfriends. In my bed, she liked to be submissive but in a\nplayfully active way. I gather that she is an absolute top dog demanding bitch with\nher numerous girlfriends regardless of their age or physical size.

Oh, she can be a right little cutie charmer and impossible to resist. It\ntook her all of two minutes to snare me, and I've seen her do the same to\nothers on numerous occasions. I must admit I found it slightly annoying but\nalso intriguing and at least the little minx was loyal, or so I hoped. I'd\nnever so far as I knew been stood up for another guy but other women, sheesh,\ndifferent story entirely!

It could be embarrassing. I mean one moment we would be in a bar or\nrestaurant having an intimate little tete a tete then some bitch would catch\nher eye and, well woomff! Afterburners ignited and up she'd get chasing new\nskirt. Ten minutes later, the little charmer would be heading for the exit hand\nin hand with her latest conquest, leaving me alone apart from the bloody bill!

I was never too sure what she found so fascinating about me. I was decidedly\naverage in looks and general physique and by no means the most entertaining and\nwitty conversationalist. Far from it! Nor was I the ardent social party-loving\ntype. I lived mostly in the country being if anything more than a little\nantisocial. I was Pooh to her Tiger bounce!

True, I did have a reasonably substantial private inherited income that\nshe appreciated. Plus if my outward appearance lacked on the swings, nature had\ncompensated me generously on the roundabout between my skinny legs both in size\nand virility! Trixie had called me her stallion that first night! Funny she\nshould have said that.

I suppose what with her expensive tastes and highly erotic nature I\nprobably qualified as numero uno beau in her eyes. I say expensive but to be\nfair, she was no gold digger and didn't give a shit for jewellery or designer\nlabels and all that accompanying crap. On the other hand, her cute little nose\nnever turned upwards when it came to flying business class towards exotic\ngolden sand and blue sea and so forth. We shared an interest in skiing, sports\ncars, literature, gaming, good theatre and the more exotic aspects of sex,\nespecially BDSM porno stuff!

I was usually but not always top, and she submissive in our relatively\nmild games. Neither of us being particularly into pain other than light erotic\nspankings, though we did have quite a collection of 'hard' stuff we liked to\nwatch. Like I hinted earlier, I knew\nTrixie played with her girlfriends a lot harder than she ever did with me, but\nshe always kept pretty quiet about that! I couldn't complain because I harboured\none particular dark secret desire a very private interest of my own growing\nstronger by the day should the unlikely opportunity ever arise!

As I said, I wasn't short of the odd dollar, so I also kept a small flat\nin town, and that's was where I usually entertained my enthusiastic young\nbedmate. I tended to divide my time between that and the smallholding I had\nbought and had renovated. Cost me a bloody fortune because it was out in some relatively\nwild and isolated country. That was the excuse all the damn builders had used\nfor upping every estimate even though I argued back that it was not too far\nfrom the main road and ready access to civilisation! I might enjoy being a bit\nof a recluse, but primitive caves up inaccessible mountains were not my preferred\ncup of tea!

It was my own foolish fault that my secret was outed I suppose. It was\ninevitable that Trixie would get curious when I started absenting myself for\nlonger than usual. I hadn't been doing it intentionally for I adored the little\nsexpot, but I hadn't been up to town bar a few brief abbreviated weekends for a\ncouple of months. I thought I was safe. Fortuitously when my 'unlikely' chance to\nlive my favourite fantasy arose, we had no exotic holidays booked and were in\none of those more prolonged periods of separation that cropped up from time in\nour relationship.

My wanton girlfriend was actively ignoring me at the time anyway\npreoccupied elsewhere. Her energies were busily engaged in seducing a woman at\nleast twice her age she'd met at her night school class. The woman proved\nunusually stubborn, apparently vexing Trixie somewhat but only increased her\ndetermination to get the poor housewife submissively dutiful between her strong\nyoung thighs!

Thus the unexpected sound of her voice earlier that afternoon had come\nas a complete shock. It was loud, shrill and with a decidedly angry accusatory\nnote.

\"You lying cheating bastard, I thought you told me you weren't the least\nbit gay!\"

*****

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted, recalled to the present by the\nsound of a door banging loudly downstairs followed by feet pounding up the wooden\nstaircase. God, for such a dainty little madam she could be so heavy-footed at\ntimes! The bedroom door burst open, and Trixie stood there panting slightly and\nmy over-sized 'John Thomas' which had been showing signs of curling up and\ngoing to sleep promptly cancelled plans for a quiet afternoon nap by leaping to\nridged attention at the sight of her.

It was her second unannounced (heavy feet aside) entry of the day, and I\nmuch preferred the sight of this one to the earlier angry one. My volatile\nlittle girlfriend paused her rush and stood framed in the open bedroom door\nglaring down at me with her mouth open, eyes wide, even a touch glazed and an\nexpression of sheer lust on her face. Her eyes flicked from Mr J.T to my face\nthen back to my groin, and her tongue did a quick circle over her wet pink\nlips.

Trixie was of that hardy breed of girls who are generally indifferent to\ntemperature and believe that less is more when it comes to clothes. Earlier she'd\nbeen wearing just a knotted tartan shirt exposing both a generous cleavage plus\nher bare midriff, a brief, very brief pair of denim shorts with a broad white\nplastic belt. If I were to say that the belt was only marginally taller than\nthe shorts, you get the picture. Her strong young legs ended in white ankle\nsocks and a pair of tatty pink trainers.

Since we'd parted, she had decided to dispense with the tartan top so\nthat I had a grandstand view of two small, but deliciously firm perky breasts\ntipped I noted by very prominent erect nipples. I knew those pronounced little\nbullets intimately. They were super sensitive, and the little tease rarely wore\na bra, sailing blithely through the world flaunting those assets via a wardrobe\nof brief way too tight tops!

Lovely breasts that were heaving slightly but more from other recent\nexertion I suspected than the short run-up to my bedroom. Her eyes were alight with mischief, and her face\nwas damp with a light sheen of sweat. It was a warm day but not that hot plus\nher wavy blonde shoulder-length hair was well tousled all contributing to\nsomething of an exotic feral wild woman look. I noted that she still clutched a\nshort doubled up leather dog whip in her right hand!

\"Been busy, honey.\" I grinned at her.

\"Fuck you!\" She snarled in retort, tossing the whip to the\nfloor followed two seconds later by the shorts and leaping for the bed. \"Fuck\nand fuck and fucking bloody fuck!\" she screamed a few more seconds later\nas she rose above me then rammed down impaling herself on my erect J.T right up\nto her hairy hilt and I began my second ride of the afternoon.

A ride I might add with a far more willing and enthusiastic mount than\nmy last! My mind drifted again as I followed the advice supposedly given to\nVictorian ladies upon their wedding night. I gripped the bedposts so's to tense\nmyself and aid my control and stamina. However, I thought not of England but\nback an hour or so ago as we settled into a familiar comfortable and decidedly\npleasurable rhythm.

*****

Trixie I saw at once was angry as she stood there hands on hips. A\ndeliciously succulent little bundle of sweet nubile youthful femininity, but\none radiating a considerable degree of ire! Her eyes were flashing dangerously\nas she took in the unexpected scene that greeted her discrete arrival. Thinking\nback, that attitude was a little unfair given her own highly promiscuous casual\nlifestyle: pot calling kettle black and all that.

She was also one of those girls who invariably know by instinct to the exact\nsecond the appropriate moment to make an entrance. If she had been an actress,\nthen her timing would have been impeccable! In this case, her talent hadn't\nfailed her, although it was totally coincidental. I hadn't even heard her\narrival because she'd probably used that all too quiet electric car I'd bought\nher for Christmas instead of the battered third hand Porsche she kept wrapping\naround lampposts!

Timing like I said for I was at the point of no return! Suprised and\nabashed as I was there was no power on earth nor in hell and heaven combined\ncome to that capable of stopping me! Even going totally ridged would not have\nworked. Had the Ice Queen herself waved her wand and frozen me solid I doubt it\ncould have held back the inevitable eruption and subsequent flood of sperm from\nmy rampant cock into the tight orifice that enveloped it!

Talking of ice queens, I won't say the tone coming from the doorway was\ncompletely hostile, but I did detect a definite chill nor was the look being\ndirected at me precisely one of loving warmth. I noted Trixie's expression was\na puzzling mixture, anger, exasperation, astonishment, and not least, perhaps,\ncuriosity. I could understand the anger because, despite her philandering, she\nunreasonably expected me to reserve all the ammunition in my locker to be fired\nexclusively into her neatly trimmed little pink target. We'd never even\ndiscussed the issue, but I knew it was a fundamental unwritten rule within our\nrelationship.

I gave her a feeble grin. \"It's not quite what it looks like, honey\"\nI assured her rather weakly.

\"Really!\" She replied, folding her arms and leaning against\nthe open barn door that I had foolishly left wide open. A lesson there about\nbasic security I told myself.

\"So, I find you with your cock rammed up another guy's bum! A cock\nthat I foolishly thought reserved for my sole use and anyway you told me that\nyou were not the least bit gay, etc. etc. etc. Told me quite explicitly as I\nrecall. Really!\" She could put a whole range of emphasis into that one\nsimple word and continued to glare at me.

A look that became increasingly hostile as I gave her a sheepish, apologetic\ngrin as I slowly backed away now entirely spent. I was conscious of how loud\nthe noise of my wet flaccid cock sounded as it retreated from the semen\ndripping anus it had just assaulted.

\"Who might I ask is he. I take it you do intend to introduce me to\nyour buddy and anyway, shit what the fuck, what!\"

Trixie was certainly not stupid, and now we were past that initial spurt\nof indignant surprise her roving eyes were taking in more if not all of the\nscene in front of her. She lapsed into astonished silence then ejaculated just\nthe one word somewhat drawn-out \"Jeeezzzus!\"

\"Not quite, more the opposite end of the hierarchical spectrum,\"\nI told her with a cheeky grin my confidence growing. \"The absolute lowest\nyou might say. I call him Bumbum, or more appropriately I call it Bumbum. You\ncan say hello, but I'm afraid the beast won't be able to respond, not very\ncoherently anyway. Not a case of being impolite it's just that I should leave\nthat big bit tightly strapped in his mouth. Believe me; even I have learned\nsome shocking new words from this fine animal. Unfortunately, he always seems\nso, so unappreciative of his new stress-free lifestyle and my devoted attention!\"

I realised that I was still holding the short rein attached to his\nbridle, thus adding to his obvious discomfort but for once unintentionally. I\nalways grasped that harness to haul his head right back like that when I rode\nhim hard. I felt it served to emphasise my authority and control plus being an\nexcellent aid when thrusting both harder and deeper into his tight unwilling\npony boy cunt.

I released the reins letting him sag forward on the padded frame I had\nconstructed and shuffled around toward the open door thrusting my limp but\ntwitching cock back into my pants. I noted my girlfriends look. My J.T was\nalready thinking about seconds, and the randy little bitch knew that. I found\nmy face going a shade red with embarrassment although I still wasn't worried\nabout a situation fraught with not just embarrassing repercussions but possibly\nfar more severe ones!

I have a strong streak of the puritan in me that is uncomfortable with\npublic displays of affection, even minor innocent ones. Trixi finds it highly\namusing when we are out in public together that she almost has to force me to\nhold hands, let alone kiss. I remember her shrieking with laughter that first time\nI let go of her hand out in the park when another couple strolled into view.' Like\nyou suddenly found you were holding a snake or something!' she'd chortled\ngleefully

\"Hiya honey, long time no see\" I greeted her belatedly.

She remained leaning against the doorpost of my old barn, her eyes\nswitching between me and the figure secured to the frame behind me. Anger\nmingled with curiosity, but I knew that curiosity was rapidly coming out on\ntop.

\"Too busy to go on holiday, eh? Too busy to come to town, eh? Too\nbusy to phone even half the time, eh? Finally, found yourself a new friend to\nindulge your favourite fantasy? A new hobby perchance? Your struggling friend\nover there looks decidedly uncomfortable darling; I'm sure he's anxious to\nreleased. That must be so unpleasant for him\" her tone was bland, neutral\nthen it took on a sweetly sarcastic note. \"Maybe you'd like to take him up\nto your bedroom and sodomise the bastard in comfort to your heart's content, or\nis it his turn to do you? I could bloody well watch a little buggery if that turns\nyou both on\" she finished on a considerably higher note than at the start\nof her tirade!

Perhaps my little gal wasn't quite as bright and intuitive as I'd\npreviously thought. Then again, perhaps given the situation that was being\nunfair. It did, however, pose a question though. I realised I could escort her\nover to my house, perhaps make peace, maybe even laugh everything off somehow,\nor then again? I made my mind up. I knew my girl.

\"Come in here honey\" I beckoned with a crooked finger.

She ignored the finger and scowled at me. \"Fuck you, Judas!\"

\"Don't I barked as she made to turn abruptly away? \"You’re\nright and wrong, you know. You correctly remembered my favourite fantasy, okay,\nI note, but not all that accurately. Think back for a second honey, think about\nit as I recall I did mention guys as well as girls but both only under certain rather\nunique circumstances.”

Trixie had taken a couple of quick steps back towards where ever she'd parked,\nbut halted and stood for at least ten long seconds then slowly turned and\nlooked at me thoughtfully before speaking.

“You have got to be kidding me!”

I grinned at her partly in excitement but mostly in relief. The\ncuriosity was definitely back big time nor could I detect anything else but\nwould that change I wondered. No, I knew her, no, I didn’t think anything\nwould. I beckoned to her again.

“Feel free to come take a look honey” my beckoning finger now gestured\nbackwards over my shoulder. “I remember one of your favourite fantasies, as\nwell. I also seem to remember what was her name, Lisa, wasn’t it? That one who\nwas going to report you to the police last year for assault before I paid the money\ngrabber off. It was Lisa, wasn’t it?”

“Bitch” she spat the word out. “Anyway, I hardly touched her, and those\nropes were never that tight!” she muttered sulkily, but she did come toward me\nslowly.

I grinned and knew when enough said was enough said bar mischievously\npouring something other than oil on the water. The hook had caught and now to\nreel in my cute little wriggling fish. “Yeah, I know honey, wasn’t your fault,\nshe just bruised easily nothing to do with what you did to her was it?”

“Fuck you!”

I grinned and retreated backwards my beckoning crooked finger still\nenticing her on. I stopped and turned as she came to stand beside me. It was a little dim in the big barn, but the\nbig door was wide open, and the two pendant lights were on plus there were a\ncouple of windows, admittedly grimy ones high up but they still admitted a degree\nof light as well.

One thing I have always liked about Trixie was the lack of excess\nverbals. She wasn’t the least bit gabby, unlike a lot of women I’d known. She\nnever rambled on for hours about trivia, which was something I really liked\nabout her. I am not the most communicative of guys and never once had she\nsnapped ‘well say something, talk to me’ as every other exasperated girlfriend\nhad at some point. Even my mother had frequently told I should have been a Trappist\nmonk!

Even so, the silence when she stood next to me was far longer than I\nwould have expected. I sensed she was nervous, moving closer, then after a\npause inching even nearer to me till our bodies were almost touching. I could\nfeel the warmth radiating from that delightful patch of bare skin betwixt\nknotted shirt and hipster denim shorts. The pungent smell of that exotic, musky\nperfume she used also assailed me. A stark contrast when set against the rank\nsmell of my old barn band its unhappy occupant!

It wasn’t entirely silent, though almost all the noise emanated from the\nwretched figure bent over the frame that we were both looking down upon. A\nliving grunting incoherent object that was restlessly squirming testing its\nbonds and its legs perhaps seeking some stress relief by lifting up and down\nalternately like a pair of ceaseless pistons on a machine. Up down, up down and\nwith each movement that gorgeous bottom above jiggled so deliciously. I noted\nwith a modicum of pride the steady trickly of semen still exiting from where\nI’d deposited a full load, running down part of a buttock cheek and dripping to\nthe floor. Big JT could certainly pump it out!

“Oh…My….Fucking…God!” Trixie spoke slowly, finally breaking our silence.\nI was pleased to hear a note of awe in her voice. Astonishment but not the\nslightest hint of panic I noted. “My fucking God, he’s real, isn’t he. He’s for\nfucking real?”

I grinned down at her. “Sure is honey,” I said with a certain amount of\npride. Double, double pride, in fact, both at my ownership, my cleverness, my\ndelight at turning a long-held fantasy into actual reality and pride in the way\nmy girl was now reacting. Pride and relief because I realised that my life had\njust become far more straightforward regarding my social diary and perhaps even\nmore entertaining, or so I hoped.

I reached out, and possessively patted a quivering meaty right buttock cheek\nchuckling at the way it flinched, suddenly jumping as did the entire restrained\nfigure but to avail of course. So delightfully responsive still. I pointed out\nthat fact to Trixie who remained transfixed gazing at my helpless ponyboy as\nthough in a trance. I wasn’t even sure that she heard me.

I repeated myself with a chuckle. “Marvelous eh honey, I’ve just got to\ntouch, and the big beast reacts so\ndelightfully!”

Trixie seemed to recover herself. She even shook herself physically like\na dog exiting the water. “My bloody god” she muttered quietly in an almost\nreverential tone. “Look at him, look at his bottom, my fucking God. My God,\nhave you done that to him?”

Her head had turned to me, so I nodded. “Proofs of affection my dear,” I\nthought about that one. “Well perhaps that’s not the right term, let us say,\nsay marks of ownership instead, my ownership.” I patted his scarred backside\nagain and repeated “my ownership, my total ownership”.

Her breath I noted was coming faster, and the look in her eyes was changing.\n“You’ve whipped him, you’ve done all that to him?” her voice had dropped almost\nto a whisper.”You, you have whipped the shit out of him. My God!”

“Yup” I nodded also looking where she was. I suppose I’d become a touch\nblase regarding the damage I’d wrought and continued to inflict upon him.\n“Amazing now I came to think about it how accustomed to it I had become”\n“Whipped him, caned him, paddled him, tawsed him, strapped him even spanked the\nanimal a few times,” I told her with a touch of pride.

She looked at me then back to him, and this time when she spoke, there\nwas a distinct quavering note in her voice. “He, I mean, shiting hell, its real\nisn’t it, you’re not play-acting, that bastard is for real tied up!” her voice\ntrailed off and then she whispered “non-consensual for christ’s sake!”

His bottom, thighs and the visible areas of his back all bore the marks\nof my ownership. Some old and some very fresh for I enjoyed reminding him of my\nproprietorship every single day. Indeed my sense of pride grew greater at that\nreverent awed tone in my girlfriend’s voice. Nor it seemed had she the\nslightest inclination to run screaming from the building having discovered my\nunique possession!

“Touch him if you like” I grinned at her in encouragement. “ Go on help\nyourself, look at that quivering rump just made to be touched. Nothing like a\nhandful of helpless pony flesh to get your juices flowing.”

Trixie looked at me and stepped forward her trembling hand, reaching out\nthen hesitated. She turned her clear sparkling blue eyes again so wide. Unsure\nbut clearly eager then back to the pony as she cautiously edged closer. Once\nmore, she turned to look at me, so pretty, so young looking, so damn sexy. Like\nan innocent virgin teen again for a brief moment rather than a twenty-three-year-old\nexperienced little sexpot!

I watched as first a long slim pink nailed finger delicately stretched\nout to trace over some of my old whip marks and then a few fresher purpling wheals\nmy cane had raised. I heard a distinct little giggle as he responded to that\nlight touch on those still painful ridges. That giggle removed any lingering\ndoubts I had. If my splendid captive animal had harboured any silly notions\nregarding her assisting him in regaining his freedom, I knew he might as well\nforget them.

The cautious finger became a bold hand then two grasping hands as Trixie\nexplored his rump and thighs, nor did the touch remain delicate as she grew\nbolder. She was touching feeling, fondling even pausing at one point to deliver\na spontaneous irritated slap upon his right rump cheek as he offended her by attempting\nto squirm too much. Another delighted\ngirlish giggle accompanied her action I noted.

It wasn’t hard for me to guess what would come next. Although ‘come’ was\nundoubtedly an inappropriate word in that helpless animal’s case. The thought\nalmost caused me to giggle! That obvious target was way too tempting for her curious\nhands they way he was stretched over my homemade mounting come whipping bench,\nespecially for a girl who enjoyed playing with a big cock!

One hand then the other dropped lower to explore, and she bent down the\nbetter to see. I took a step nearer as\nwell. That part of his anatomy wasn’t at all important to me, so I did not pay\nmuch attention to it. I’d locked him in a stainless steel curved cage with an\nadjustable ring behind his heavy balls. The limp cock was pretty thick, and it\nhad only just fitted in but hell, why should I waste money on a bigger one. Maybe if Trixie would be handling\nit a lot, he might appreciate a bit more wriggle room, but I wasn’t disposed to\nbe that kind. The pony was growing quite restless now as those inquisitive\nfingers handled his most intimate parts.

“How big is he?”

“No idea, honey. Never had any inclination to find out. “ I replied\ndismissively. “I locked that device on his dick the same day I acquired him, and it’s not been\noff since, no reason for me to let it loose!”

Trixie turned to me with an incredulous questioning look. “Never?”

I smiled condescendingly down at her. “Nope, not ever. His sole purpose\nin life now is to keep me entertained, and watching him get it off doesn’t cut\nit! So no spunky cums for Mr Pony period. That particular part of his anatomy\nhas only two uses as far as I am concerned”.

I watched as she traced a finger along the steel cage then up to the fat\npurple swollen tip of his circumcised cock where it emerged from its steel\nprison. The ring that held its bulging crown captive was adjustable, and I had\nit in a tight grip. She stroked it gently with her pretty pink painted nails in\nseeming fascination then weighed his big red balls in the palm of her hand.\nGiven the delight she took in running her little pink tongue all over my cock\nand balls, I wondered if she was contemplating doing likewise. I decided to put\na stop to any such silly ideas.

“Want me to show you what I use them for?”

Trixie nodded her expression somewhat reminding me of a small curios\nchild facing a difficult puzzle or perplexing problem. She released her hold on\nhis useless jewels moving to one side in silent obedience to a wave of my arm.

Of course, the pony had been listening to our conversation and immediately\nbecame somewhat animated and noisy in his muted futile way I found so amusing. I\nmight have rendered him near dumb and helpless, but he was not stupid after\nall! Funny even cute I thought, but we both knew what was about to happen and\none of us wasn’t going to enjoy it one bit.

“There are those,” I said knowledgeably “in some of the books I have\nread who advocate cutting the damn things off since they serve no practical purpose.\nIt apparently has a calming effect making them less truculent, less troublesome\nin the long term.”

My pony was even more animated now, Trixie who’d been looking toward his\nhead turned back to me in amazement. I grinned. It wasn’t often that I got the\ndrop on my perceptive little madam, but I could see that I had her full\nastonished attention.

“No, no way, you couldn’t!”

I smiled at her and pursed my lips thoughtfully. “Hmm, well one doesn’t\nwant to be pedantic, honey. However, there is a big difference between wouldn’t\nand couldn’t. As you must be aware by\nnow, I can do anything I want to beastie boy here, absolutely anything. You\nkept saying ‘my god’ well so far as this helpless thing goes, I am his fucking\nGod now, or maybe devil would be more apt as this is now his eternal hell!”

I slapped the whip scarred rump to emphasise my point. “However for the\nmoment” I paused to let that last part sink in for the benefit of more than one\npair of ears. “For the moment it suits me not to go down that route, I like\ntruculence, I enjoy resistance, I want a troublesome pony rather than a docile\none, more fun for me but in the future, the long term, well who knows?” I\nslapped that tempting rump again.

“But you must allow him some relief eventually, surely?”

“Why?”

It was a direct question, and I could see that my highly sexed little\nminx was inwardly debating it. Enforced chastity was something she could not\neven begin to comprehend for herself but for him? She looked toward his balls,\nher eyes narrowing and a slow, cruel smile formed around her mouth.

“He could still be teased though” she mused unintentionally aloud then\nlooked somewhat abashed.

I smiled at her. “Could be provided, of course, there is no happy ending,\nbut getting back to the starting point allow me to demonstrate to you the two\nuses I mentioned previously. You will have noted that fat, captive and rather unnaturally\nswollen looking purple tip crowning his useless dick and those big angry\nlooking red balls”.

Trixie’s eyes flashed to the mentioned objects, then back to me as she\nnodded.

I smiled then selected a thin whippy riding crop from the numerous\nimplements of pain hanging on the wall nearby. I took it in both hands to bend\nit and demonstrate just how flexible it was, releasing one end, so it sprang\nback to normal with a softly audible twanging noise.

“My favourite tool for this little job,” I told her with an evil grin, “observe\nthe nice big leather flap at the business end.”

I’d read the expression ‘eyes like saucers’ but never fully understood\nit until now as I looked at my girlfriend. Trixie looked first at the crop then\nturned to run her eyes backwards and forwards along the two walls that hosted\nmy growing collection of wicked toys. I was surprised that she hadn’t noticed\nthem before given how sharp she usually is, but she had perhaps been\npreoccupied looking elsewhere. I gave her a questioning look and was amused at\nher prompt eager response.

“Go on, do it!” there was not the slightest hint of hesitation in her\nvoice. My little girl was fast coming to terms with the situation it appeared.\nHer answer prompted a further bout of frantic but ineffectual struggling from\nthe third occupant present in my barn along with those pathetic sounds. Futile but\namusing pleas perhaps. Trixie evidently thought so too for I saw her mouth\ntwitch and she immediately covered it like an over-excited child!

“I do this once a day” I informed her. “Unfortunately for one of us I\nhave already done so today. However, purely for demonstration purposes, I don’t\nmind exercising my arm again nor my authority! ” I cropped beastie on his rump\nnon too lightly, and I noted Trixie give a little gasp of delight at the\ntriangular imprint I left upon him. “As a repeat performance is now necessary”.

I didn't add that I usually don’t have him face down on the frame for\nthis little object lesson in who’s the boss and who’s nothing more than a dumb\nfucking animal, so it was a little harder to get a good swing, but I did my\nbest. One to his left testicle and one to that swollen purple cock head.

Trixie certainly appreciated it for she whooped and clapped her hands in\ndelight at the second one. From her disappointed expression that she\nimmediately threw in my direction, seconds, thirds, and a whole lot more\nwouldn’t have gone amiss. I grinned at her and shook my head.

“Later baby, later.”

Trixie pulled a face at me then suddenly became super excited, skipping\nup and down with excitement. “Look, oh\nlook, look, he’s shitting himself. Oh my God just look at it” her voice rose a\ncouple of octaves. “ Geez, look at him the filthy, filthy…”

“Animal I offered helpfully

*****

“The smell though, ugh!”\nshe remarked as I passed her a mug\nof herbal tea in the kitchen a few minutes later. I was the coffee drinker.\nTrixie nibbled on a biscuit before continuing “How often do you let him do\nthat, let him just go like that” She seemed particularly fascinated with that\nparticular aspect of two-legged pony ownership.

We were taking a little hiatus to discuss the situation. I thought it\nbest to give her a break before she got too het up and wanted me to give him a\ngood few more with that crop. My gal was getting randy I knew the signs, and I\nwanted to lay down a few ground rules.

I couldn’t help smiling at her expression of fascinated disgust. ”its\nokay honey I assured her, relax, perfectly normal. He often does that now when\nhe gets excited or angry. He has no control anymore, I have taken even that\naway from him”.

Her beautiful blue eyes were wide and questioning as she turned to me.\n“How, how on earth...?”

I shrugged nonchalantly. “Serendipity my dear, I just amended his\nnatural biological functions with a little extra non-biological plumbing. You\nknow what a butt plug is I take it?

She nodded and blushed a little for some reason. Quite sweet, I thought.

“The animal is permanently plugged; you should see the fine tail he normal\nsports attached to the top of it. Nylon but looks real and of course it is easy\nto hose down for obvious reasons! The butt plug is quite a thick one and very\nbulbous. There is no way his sphincter will allow him to ejected it without\nsome assistance on my part. It’s a very sophisticated bit of kit, and I might\nadd rather expensive. It has a hollow core, so when his digestive process is\ncomplete nature takes its inevitable course.”

She looked utterly bemused.

“Plop, plop smelly time, honey” I grinned “and not a thing he can do about\nit either!”

“Oh, poor boy”. Her first expression was more a natural reflex response rather\nthan one of genuine pity; likewise, the horrified look on her face. It vanished\nalmost immediately, I noted. “That awful smell! Anyway where was his tail I\ndidn’t see one?”

I shook my head “Nope. You’ll have to get used to the smell I’m afraid\nthough—part and parcel of keeping an animal like that. I do muck him out every\nfew days, but I rather like that stench, plus it serves to remind him of just\nwhat he is now, and of course, his feelings don’t come into it! You can always\navoid him entirely if you want, of course.”

Trixie promptly stuck her tongue out at me as far as that suggestion\nwent. I grinned knowing just how eager she was to get back into my barn.

“But?”

“Yeah I know” I interrupted. Point is he’s got so damn used to having no\ncontrol that he almost can’t help himself like just now plus I dose the mush I\nfeed him on with a strong laxative, helps him digest his oats and keeps him loose\nand regular so out it comes unless I decide to lock him off. I can turn a\nlittle knob on that butt tube so not a drop can escape.”

Her eyebrows shot up in astonishment. “Why on earth would you want to do\nthat?”

“Control my dear, absolute control or punishment, or both if the mood\ntakes me”. I grinned over at her. “Control honey, that’s what it’s all about. I\nget a huge hard-on, even thinking about it. He eats and drinks by my hand and\nonly what I choose to give him” I sniggered and added “Its not exactly the most\nappetising diet either I can assure you. He has no freedom, no control over his\nown bowls, no ability to talk, no sexual relief; he has absolutely nothing, is\nnothing, no life beyond the miserable existence I permit him. Worse still he\ncan feel my whip or my cock, often both whenever the mood takes me. Not a damn thing he can do to prevent me,\nnothing not a thing” I banged my fist down hard on the table to emphasise my\npoint. “Nothing!”

”Oh My God,” she said slowly with emphasis. Oh my god but that’s so\nfucking cool. I mean, I mean to have that degree of control its incredible!”

“As I said my degree of control is absolute” I admitted nonchalantly\nbasking in her evident admiration and added. “Normally he wears his tail plug\n24/7, but for obvious reasons, it would be impossible for me to enjoy a nice\nlittle ride if such was still in situ.”

“I noticed that you’d left a deposit in him,” she remarked a trifle\npetulantly. Her brow furrowed a little, “but you said you weren’t gay?”

“Quite correct, I’m not. I have no sexual interest in him as a man what\nso ever but as a helpless captive animal with some tempting holes? A perk of\nownership my pet.” I chuckled. “You should see how wild it gets when I swap the\nmouth bit for a large ring gag and then as you put it, leave a deposit at that\nend for a change!” I frowned then\ngrinned. “One would think he ought to appreciate a change from his customary\ndiet!”

She eyed my calmly then reached out and grabbed my shirt front, pulling\nme closer. Well don’t allow yourself too many perks sweetie and I’m not your\nfucking pet that poor boy is. I don’t want you wearing your gun barrel out or\nfiring blanks firing in my direction when I’m in the mood! Who is the poor sod\nanyway and how did you get him” she loosed her hold on my shirt and shook her\nhead as she continued. “Unbelievable, I mean, sheesh, I mean, shit you can’t\njust keep him in there all the time surely and what does he say about it all, I\nmean, god it’s surreal!”

I calmly helped myself to a chocolate digestive, and it was my turn to\nshake my head and sigh.

“Your not that naive nor that silly Trixie and don’t try appeasing your\nconscience either. You know full well that Bumbum out there isn’t going\nanywhere soon and that he’s there full time. I own him, and I fully intend to\nkeep him in his nasty shit stinking little stall 24/7. I can hardly let the fucker\ngo now could I and as for talking to him, you don’t hold conversations with\nanimals pet. You talk at them, not to them!”

“I talk to mum’s cat.”

“Yeah, well it doesn’t talk back does it, nor do you beat and fuck it\nfor your amusement either I hope? He can understand of course, but he’s not\nallowed to talk, period”.

”Never?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Stupid bastard still tries, of course from\ntime to time when I free his mouth up to eat or to brush its teeth, but it’s a\nbig no-no. The first rule of the stable. No talking, horsey noises only\notherwise my big fat cane starts whistling and boy did it have to whistle a lot\nat first!”

I swallowed the last piece of biscuit and glanced at Trixie. There was\nstill a slightly dubious look on her face, but her eyes betrayed her. She was\nfascinated, of course, as I knew she would be. I know her well enough to\nrecognise all the signs. My bitch was feeling ultra randy. Her eyes were bright, and I see her interest,\ncuriosity, and thinly disguised delight at every new revelation. It was the\nsame when I used that crop—her rapt expression with not the slightest trace of\nsympathy or pity for my captive animal. I might have been hammering a nail into\nan inanimate plank of wood for I saw not an ounce of empathy as the crop left\nits mark. I did see something else though and knew it wouldn’t be long before\nshe wanted a ride!

She suddenly surprised me by laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh just him, I mean it’s so crazy, isn’t it. He can hear and understand\neverything we say but so helpless, like a baby almost. He can’t do a thing for\nhimself can he not the way you have him trussed up. Does any of that leather harness\nstuff come off?

”Yes, and no,” I told her. ”Bumbum has excellent hearing; I bet he starts\nshaking every time he hears my front door open, it’s probably the only perk\nleft to him. Maybe I should block his ears up from time to time” I mused.

“Rotten bastard!”

“Arent I just. The fucker can’t\nso much as scratch an itch! As for the harness, only to replace it or try a new\none I expect. Early days so I’m still experimenting with everything. That’s a\nbig part of the fun. Did you notice his boots?”

Trixie shook her head. “I was kinda fascinated with other things!”

“So, I noticed. Anyway, it’s a bit like having a life-sized” I paused\nand laughed. “I was going to say Action man or what is the US one, GI Joe, doll\nbut maybe Barbie would be more appropriate. Nothing very martial about him at\npresent is there!”

“Now that’s an idea!”

Trixi had a thoughtful far away look in her eyes and knowing how she\nliked to treat her girlfriends; I knew just what sort of fantasy was running\nthrough her mind at that moment. I gave a little cough to bring her back from\nplanet lesdom!

“I have him in heels at the moment working him upwards in height as it\nwere”

“Heels?”

I nodded. “Yup always had a fetish thing about high heels I…”

“Really, you never told me! They’re horrible things to wear, you know,\nso uncomfortable” she interrupted and then added, “Sexy though, I kinda like\nthem on others.”

I pushed my chair back and glanced pointedly under the kitchen table at\nher ‘seen better days’ pink trainers before going on. “Yeah, well that’s the point, honey. He’s 24/7\nand why should comfort come into it. That animal isn’t here to live a life of luxury,\nno way. I know it sounds cruel, I mean, fuck it is cruel but so what, the damn\nthings sole purpose in life now is to give me pleasure. Pleasure either by\naction or merely by thought and boy I’m 24/7 with a hard-on just thinking about\nit out there!”

Trixie was sipping her tea and looking at me very intently over the rim\nof her mug. I wondered if I’d overdone things.

“Shocked?” I asked her bluntly

She looked at me and made a wry face and then got up from the table and\nlooked out of the window towards the barn saying nothing for a full minute then\nshe resumed her seat and shook her head.

“No,” she said with a sigh. “I know I should be, I mean talk about\nnon-consensual, my fucking god, I ought to be shocked, shocked and sick you\nfucking pervert” she paused and toyed with her half-drunk mug of herbal tea.\nRevolting stuff but she liked it. “I don’t feel like that at all though, more,\nmore excited I guess, I mean, sweet Jesus the more I think about it!”

“Another tea?”

“No, thank you. I mean, I mean I know I should feel sorry for him, but I\ndon’t, not one bit” she stopped again and sighed. “I know you are not a bad\nperson, and I hope that I am not if you know what I mean? Yet, shit, fucking\nshit, I know I just want to get back over there. I mean, I know I’ve played\nrough a few times but nothing like this, my God there is no limit is there, no limit\nwhatsoever?” he voiced raised a little and then almost faded as she repeated “whatsoever!”.

“Oh yes there damn well is,” I said firmly. “I don’t mind you borrowing,\nbashing or even bending it a bit but let’s not forget that’s a very rare and\nvaluable animal, so I’m certainly going to set some pretty hard limits!” No\nmore fucking up over bashed Lisa’s, I grinned and winked at her.

She looked at me, pouted and then we both laughed.

*****

“He’s not that old is he and quite a good looking guy, I think so anyway\nfrom what few bits I can see through all this leather head stuff. He does look\nso sad though, sad and furious” she giggled wickedly. “No, no, now behave\nyourself. I don’t think he likes me doing this do you poor Bumbum” She giggled\nagain and turned to me shaking her head. “That just won’t do you know; I’m\ngoing to have to think up another name for the poor dear that one is so, so.”

“Appropriate given one of his main uses I thought.”

“No, Dumbo, so silly and very much an occasional use now that I am here.\nThis handsome boy deserves something better don’t you sweetie” she cooed with\ncomplete insincerity.

We were back in the barn looking at my animal. Trixie was enthusiastically\nengaged in her second and considerably more comprehensive inspection of the\nbeast. The pair of us had freed him from the bench and walked him over to the\nmiddle of the barn and secured his posture collar to the chain that dangled for\nthat purpose.

“Its an animal, honey, a beast not a guy or a boy, keep that in mind\nplease.”

Maybe she heard me, perhaps not since she was clearly preoccupied with\nthe squirming creature under her busy, inquisitive little hands. He couldn’t see her of course not with that\nhigh posture collar I kept him in. No doubt he could smell that exotic scent, perhaps\nfeel the womanly heat she seemed to radiate but I doubted that he could see the\nsmall but perfectly formed figure of Trixie even by rolling his eyes downwards.\nI had explained so to my girl as I walked him to this spot.

“Posture, honey, posture! Yeah, I know it looks uncomfortable, it's\nsupposed to be uncomfortable. It makes him keep his head up high, makes him\nstep out so proud looking and of course so damn dependent on me since he can’t\nsee his own fucking feet even!”

“It does make his look, look sort of, like stately if you know what I\nmean, but it must hurt, so?”

“Nah, not too much once he gets used to it. More inconvenient than\nanything else. That’s the second the first one wasn’t so kind on his neck,\nrubbed him raw under his chin till it bled so I bought this one instead. Got a\nlittle built-in pad that supports his chin a bit better rather than just a\nstiff leather edge.”

I hauled hard on his head rein bringing him to a halt to allow Trixie to\nstand on tiptoes to reach up to feel the thick black leather and probe its grip\non his neck and elevated chin. “Kind of you” she noted.

I grinned and prodded him forward. “Not really, collar mark two might be\na little easier on his chin, but for beastie boy here nothing ever gets better,\nnor probably ever will” I chuckled pushing him toward the dangling tether.\n“Swings and roundabouts, babe. This one adds at least another ten degrees to\nthat posture angle, so I don't reckon he gained all that much. Now stand still,\nstay you big beast. Stay and stand proud for your new so sexy little Mistress\nhere.” Chuckling aloud again as I did so.

“What so funny?”

I grinned and bent down, rapping an index fingernail against his steel\ncock cage. “When I said stand proud I wasn't referring to our cramped little\njailbird here though was I boy” I stood up and whispered non too quietly in his\near, pulling his head close with the short reins. “Much though it might like\ntoo but don’t get any silly ideas animal. Miss Trixie here is a pretty accomplished\nfilly rider I hear so maybe she'll want to take you for a gallop now and then\nwith her own toys, and we both know what I mean by that eh boy?” I shook the\nreins hard and laughed the snapped the dangling hook to his collar.

Trixie giggled and stood on tiptoe, pushing against him trying to look\ninto his eyes but found it impossible. Her low trainers and petite frame couldn’t\npossibly compete with his posture collar, natural height plus the four-inch\nstiletto knee boots tightly laced to his calves. There was a solid layer of concrete under the\nbarn floor's scattered dirt so no chance of those sexy slender heels not being\nable to support him.

“Can you make him bend down a bit for me? I want to look him straight in\nthe eyes.”

I noticed that she was clutching his bottom cheeks tightly and lightly\ngrinding herself into him as she spoke. Lustful little bitch, I wondered if she\nwas even aware that she was doing it. \nI’ll bet ponyboy was though! The moralities of the situation were\ncertainly not troubling my little sexpot of a girlfriend anyway!

I sighed and threw her a mock salute. “Anything to oblige, madam” I\nmoved over to the wall and slacked off the chain, returned to him, freed the\ncollar and snapped the tether onto one of his armbinders D rings down near his\nencased hands then went back to haul on the chain. Pulling on that end of his\narmbinder forced him into a forward bending position as his restrained arms\npulled up tight bringing him down to a more convenient level for Trixie.

She had backed off running a critical eye over the captive squirming figure\nand then made an upward motion. “A bit more, no more still. I love do love those\nheels, but I want him up on his toes, heel and toes just touching, that’s it.\nLike that!”

I slipped a chain-link under the lower prong of a convenient cleat and stood\nwatching on with my arms folded. My days of sole ownership and access to the\ncreature were evidently now a thing of the past I realised. Did I mind? I eyed the\nscene in front of me and decided that watching Trixie amuse herself with my\n(our) ponyboy would be very entertaining. JT downstairs was evidently of the\nsame mind as my pants bulged outwards.

I made a mental note to fix that dud security camera or better still install\na better one or maybe a couple, as much for voyeuristic satisfaction as security—high\ndefinition. I could even install a small monitor for him in his stall perhaps\nso that after we’d worked ourselves up at his expense, he could ‘enjoy’\nwatching us entertain each other in the master bedroom. Now wouldn't that be cruel?

“Is that your pony walker, thingy?” my thoughts were interrupted, Trixie\nhad resumed her ‘hands-on’ inspection but had momentarily paused, looking upwards.\nI glanced up as well to the plank that I’d fixed to a convenient rafter via a\nlong threaded greasy bolt. A couple of long leather straps hung down from it,\none at each end.

“Yup, not very sophisticated. Manual only but a whip provides the\nmotivation! I’ve got a design on paper, motorised,\nthink I’ve found a company on the internet that can make it for me. Got an idea for a sort of treadmill too that could\ngenerate a modicum of electricity,\nprovided beastie boy puts enough effort into it!”

Trixie gave a short bark of laughter. “Oh, I bet I can provide the right\nsort of incentive, sweetie! Just wait till I get him trotting round and round\nin six-inch heels, won’t that look so sexy? Maybe some stockings as well for Tinkerbelle\nhere!”

I raised my eyebrows. “Tinkerbelle?”

“Yep, that’s what I think we should call him, it rather.” She reached out\nto tap him on the nose with a finger. “Why not, I like it and pony here isn’t really\na man any more is it” she giggled.

“Stocking would sort of limit the target area though, honey” I nodded\ntowards the numerous marks I’d left upon his thighs as my eyes followed her\nprovocative little butt sashaying across to my toy collection. I noticed that ‘Tinkerbelle's’\nhead had also turned following the saucy little minx.

“No problem it would add to my fun shredding them and dressing him, it,\nagain. Cheap as fuck Chinese imports on eBay anyway, not as if I’ll be wearing\nthe things! Why don't you head back to\nthe house, honey, go warm up that big bed of yours? Give me and Tink a little privacy”\nshe said, unhooking a wooden paddle and giving it an experimental slap on the\npalm of her other hand.

“Now go, shoo!”

I grinned then obediently obeyed the imperious wave of her hand. There\nwas an ominous eager gleam in her eye as she turned and headed back towards a very\nnervous, agitated ponyboy!

*****

My god I thought, she wasn’t eating those chocolates she was demolishing\nthem, and I’d got scratched again as she’d writhed and screamed her way through\nan intense, prolonged orgasm. I wondered if we would be in for ‘seconds’, but\nshe seemed to be more interested now in talking.

“Two months, really? How, I mean, like where did you find him, get him\nfrom. I mean, hell you can’t just grab someone like, like…?” her voice trailed\noff in confusion.

I smiled at the recollection. “Dead easy actually and it was the other\nway around, he found me. This place is sorta way off the beaten track; you said\nthat yourself first time I brought you out here, remember?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Remote but not too remote. The main road is only six and a bit miles\nyonder as the crow flys but by the track to get here it’s twelve from the\nturnoff which isn’t obvious and so easy to get lost as happened to that fine\nspecimen. The fool should have turned back, but he kept right on going and\nfinally came knocking on my door to ask for directions. End of the line in both\nsenses. The fly to the spider!”

“Just like that?”

“Uh-huh,” I mimicked with a wink. “Well truth to tell it was a mite more\ncomplicated, he didn’t exactly volunteer to become a dumb captive animal” I\nlaughed. “Not outright anyway but when he found himself looking at the wrong end of my shotgun, he became\nvery amenable to certain suggestions.”

“Such as?”

“Oh, like laying face down on the floor with his hands behind his back.\nClickety click with a set of handcuffs a short piece of old rope hobbling his\nankles and voila, one wild Ponyboy ready to be stabled”

“Wild?”

I grinned at her. “I’ll say he was! If you read a few ponyplay bdsm\nstories the term crops up, but I use the term in both senses, Feral and angry.\nBoy was he mad. Frightened of course but probably more mad than frightened also\nvery angry. He soon learned about fear though” I added, leaning over and\npicking up short whip she’d discarded earlier.

“What did you do then” her eyes were bright, and she was leaning forward\nher tongue licking around her lips with anticipatory interest, one hand\nabsently waving half a chocolate?”

“If memory serves me right, I went and made myself a strong cup of\ncoffee. I was on a bit of a high and needed to collect myself, get my mind into\ngear.”

“You are joking!” She sounded shocked, shocked and disappointed. So much\nso that I had to laugh, which clearly annoyed her.

‘No, cross my heart and all that rot” I assured her quickly. “Everything\nhad happened so damn quick, a moment of sheer impulsive madness! I mean in a\nbrief moment I had gone from being Mr honest, nice guy to Mr twenty years and\nmore behind bars with no parole option. I needed that bloody coffee believe you\nme!

The chocolate popped between those luscious pink painted lips. “Umm,\nokay sweetie, but I don’t want to know how many fucking biscuits you had with\nit or if you dunked them in your mug, get me?”

Strange, I thought. How can someone manage to smile sweetly and yet\nsnarl at the same time!

“Ok, no need to get all foul-mouthed, it doesn’t suit you. To put it in\na nutshell then, he was starting to shout a bit, getting pissed off big time so\nI shut him up with a big fat ball gag. I was kinda scared that someone might\nhear him. Silly I know given the fact that hardly anyone ever comes near this\nplace and I've lost count of how many times he’s screamed his head off out in\nthe barn”. I paused thoughtfully before adding “I think that was also the first\nstep, somehow once I couldn’t hear what he was saying he sort of stopped being\na person, sounds crazy I know but any thoughts I might have had about right and\nwrong stopped immediately at that point.”

“No second thoughts at all?”

I shook my head. “Nope, are you going to eat that whole box?”

“Yep, proceed”.

“Greedy little bitch! Nope, not from the moment I held his nose and\nforced that hard red lump into his mouth. He became a dumb ‘It’ from that point\nonwards. I emptied his pockets, threw everything in the wood burner bar some\nnotes from his wallet. Hell, I didn’t even look at anything, nothing, would you\nbelieve I don’t even know what the fucker was called. Sill don’t!

Trixie raised her eyebrows at that. “Really?”

“Yup burned the lot, wallet, phone, notebook, comb, tissues everything.\nI checked that he was secure and going nowhere then went and looked through his\ncar. Pulled a few things out and burnt them as well. Then drove his crappy\nlittle hatchback around the back and into the woods. There’s a small pond\nthere, deep as fuck. They warned me about it when I bought this place, reckoned\nit might have been a big mine shaft or something at one time. Drove the thing\nstraight at it and dived out the door just in time. Bloody thing bobbed twice in\nthe middle then went down like a stone. I went back a few days later with a\nlong pole, and I couldn’t feel the thing with the end of it, and no one in\ntheir right mind is likely to want to dive there. The water is thick with some horrible\nthick black slime!”

Trixi was silent for a moment then spoke softly. “So you got yourself a\nfor real live Ponyboy! You took one hell of a chance you know? ”

I grinned at her and scratched at my chin with one finger. “I know,\ntotally mad, bad and crazy but somehow it just happened. Shit, I mean suppose he’s\nbeen somebody important. I go cold sometimes just thinking about how crazy it\nwas!”

“Crazy does not even come near loverboy. My God and no one ever came\nlooking or anything?”

“Nope, odd really odd and I never heard or read anything either. The\nfucker just turned up and promptly disappeared into a black hole. Came out of\nnowhere and is now going nowhere. Maybe I ought to have looked at his stuff,\nbut at the time, at the time it just didn’t seem important. Even less so now.”

Trixie looked at me and shook her head for the umpteenth time, and I\nknew exactly what she meant. I thought back a couple of months. Months that\nseemed to have flown by since I’d first peeled the clothes from my captive and\nthen did likewise to his hide with my whip!

“I heard a knock at the door, and there he was talking about being lost\nand waving a map. I’d been reading one of my ponygirl books the night before\nand, hell I didn’t even look at him too closely. It just sort of happened\nalmost like it was meant to if you believe in all that destiny rubbish.”

“One brand new ponyboy delivered right to your doorstep, all right and\nready to enter your smelly old barn!”

“Kinda, I suppose. Thinking back what I got was one wild, one very wild\nand very angry mustang!”

“But you broke him, trained him?”

I grinned again as I noted the gleam in her eyes and the way her tongue\nabsently licked around her lips again in that sensual manner chocolates\nforgotten. My girl was definitely back in heat!

I considered the status of my makeshift stables unwilling occupant for a\nmoment before I replied.

“Let’s say somewhat bent at this stage rather than broken, and perhaps\npart trained” I conceded. “But we both\nhave plenty of time, and neither of us is going anywhere, him least of all” I\nfinished and pushed myself back against the pillows. Trixie wasn’t the only one\nfeeling randy. JT was perking up and showing renewed interest. ”Not finishing them off?” I nodded at the box\nof chocolates she’d just stowed back on top of the bedside cabinet.

“Nope, later” she answered, swinging her self off the bed and collecting\nthe dog whip. “Time for a little more ‘bending’I think. I feel the need for\nsqueals! Don’t bother getting up I’m gonna need that TopGun again shortly,\nsweetie!”

“Hey” I called after her and then her head poked back around the open\ndoorway. “What about those” I pointed to a tiny discarded thong and the\nabbreviated shorts”.

“What about them? “ she giggled. “Hot work in there so I ditched my top,\nbut the pony didn’t seem too interested, first time I have ever been ignored, can’t\nimagine why?

I nodded at the whip in her hand. “Yeah, I wonder why!”

She giggled mischievously and once again the wooden stairs reverberated\nto heavy steps, they stopped and then started upwards. A blonde head reappeared\nback around the doorpost.

“Hey! You remember Anabelle Holmes, that big brunette cow at my office,\nyes you do, you danced with her at last years Christmas party and spent most of the night ogling her boobs, you bastard!”

“Tall, bit snobbish, all tits and legs, easy on the eye too as I recall.\nThought you detested her. What of it?”

Trixie grinned wickedly. “Split up with her partner a month back, lives all\non her own in a lonely cottage out in the country just like you.”

The head disappeared, and the downward steps resumed. “So?” I shouted\nafter her.

“I hate the stupid stuck-up bitch, but she foolishly seems to think I’m\na sort of confidant. Maybe I should visit her one weekend, suggest a girlie\nouting somewhere, could even end up driving down here!”

I sat up in alarm. “What the hell for, you gone crazy or something!” The\nreply that drifted up was faint, but I heard every word.

“You’ve got a big empty barn Dumbo, and like you, she’s no neighbours. Such a shame to waste all that space and remember\nour pillow talk, you weren’t the only one with that particular fantasy” I didn’t hear her close the door, but a moment later my ears heard a distinct crack followed by a muted squeal.

I lay back on the pillow with my hands behind my head thoughtfully regarding\nmy erect JT. It was indeed a big barn and Anabelle ….

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