“Put your boots back on.”
I tug them on, then stand ready for the next order.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
I obey.
“Beg me to break you.”
“Please break me. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be your steed. I just want you. You can do anything to me.”
He frowns down at me, unconvinced.
“Please!” I need to please him. Everything depends on it. I feel like I’ll tilt off the earth if I don’t. His belt is at eye-level, and I grab it. Before he can stop me, I’ve undone the buckle and pulled it off him. As I claw at his zipper, he pushes me down.
“Good. I like your initiative. That’ll be gone soon enough.”
I clutch his ankles, hoping he won’t kick me away. He wrenches a boot free, pressing it on my back. I’m forced to the ground.
“Try to stay calm, now.” He reaches for his lasso.
“Wait, you’re tying me up?”
“You said you’d do anything. Were you lying?”
“No, I’ve just never done something like this before.”
“You’re going to be saying that a lot tonight. I don’t want to hear it.” He pulls something from his pocket. “This is a bit gag. It’s made of leather—great to bite down on when things get rough. And they will. This is your last chance to back out.”
I really want him, but this is happening so quickly. Still, I don’t want to displease him.
“That’s enough time to think.” He forces the gag into my mouth, cinching it tight.
I try to speak, but all I can manage is a muffled moan.
“You can resist all you want. It’ll only make me enjoy it more.”
Now that the gag’s on, I find it incredibly sexy. Even sexier is the way he forced it onto me. My cock rises.
“Funny, your dick doesn’t seem to be resisting at all.” He strokes it once before turning back to his lasso. He brings my ankles up to my wrists, binding them together. I flail as best I can. Even though I trust him, the idea of being so constricted is terrifying. Guy doesn’t seem to mind. I can’t even manage to slow him down. He pulls the rope over my chest, making intricate knots. I can’t even follow the path of the rope. I could never get out of this alone. He tugs the lasso tight, until the only motion I can make is a pathetic attempt to rock back and forth.
He flips me on my side, then strokes my hair. “Don’t tire yourself out now. This is going to be a long night.”
I let out a long breath.
“You can’t fool me. I know you’re enjoying this.”
It’s sick, but I am. I wish he would touch my dick again. I grunt, looking at him, then at my cock.
“Oh, you want me to caress you?” His hand hovers near my tip. So close. I try to thrust toward him. He draws back his hand, laughing. “I decide when that happens.”
I moan. My need is palpable.
“I think you’re ready. Let’s go.”
I wonder where we’re going. He rolls me onto a burlap sack. Taking it up, he pulls me out the door. The warm lights of the house recede, and my eyes adjust to the dark. The stars shine bright as I get covered in dust. It’s cold out here at night, but feels freezing when you’re stark naked. I can’t even wrap my arms around myself for warmth. We stop. I recognize the creak of the barn door.
It’s warmer in here, with the heat from the horses. One of them whickers as Guy drags me into an empty stall.
“Your new home.” He takes something from a peg on the wall. “And your new halter. I made it myself.”
He slips it over my head. It still smells of horse. Guy clips a lead to it, attaching it to a low ring on the wall. He tugs it to make sure it’s firm.
“Now let’s get you tied up properly.” He loosens the loop that ties my wrists and ankles. Before I can move, he ties new ropes around my wrists. Brushing away some straw, he uncovers rings set into the floor. He binds me to them, pulling the ropes taut.
“Knees up.”
I move so he can lay a saddle blanket under me.
“Is that better?”
I nod.
“Good. Don’t want to wear out your knees too soon. We’re going to go hard.”
He sets something on my back, buckling it below my chest.
“This is your saddle. From now on, you’re my steed. I’m going to break you, then ride you as I see fit.”
I quake with pleasure at his words, wondering what he’s going to do to me. And when he’s going to start.
To answer, he gets in the saddle backwards, facing my ass. He runs a rough hand along one cheek. “So beautiful. Spread your legs, steed.”
His touch is rapturous.
“I said spread them.” His spurs dig into my sides.
The bit muffles my cry, but I spring to action.
“Hmm.” He draws my ass cheeks apart with his hands. “This looks like a virgin asshole.”
I nod, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
“We’re going to have to fix that right away.” He swings off my back. I hear the door swing open, then nothing but the snorts of the horses.
Where has he gone? When is he coming back? I’m completely at his mercy. The only way I could try to untie myself is with my feet somehow. If he came back to see me trying to get free, he would not be pleased. Besides, the knots look complicated enough that I don’t think I could untie them with my fingers. And I want to know what happens next.
After what feels like an eternity, I hear him stride through the door. I look back, as far as my lead will allow. I see something glowing red.
“Oh no you don’t.” He clips a lead to the other side of my head, then yanks it to the wall. Attached by both sides, I can only stare straight ahead.
“You want to know what this is?” He holds it next to my face.
I can feel its heat, but it’s just out of my line of vision. I roll my eyes almost out of their sockets, frantically trying to see.
“It’s going up your ass.”
I jerk back, trying to get as far away as the ropes allow me. This has already gone too far. I try to spit out the gag, to tell him that it’s not okay. My words are muffled, so instead I close my legs and tuck them under my body.
He cracks his hand over my ass. I’ve seen him stun a steer with his hands before. I’m not sure what they feel, but for me it stings like hell.
“You can choose whether or not to obey, but there will be consequences if you don’t. I believe I told you to spread your legs. I don’t remember telling you to close them. Or do you not believe that I know what’s best for you?”
For some reason, I do as I’m told. Despite the pain, the humiliation, I trust him. I still want him badly.
He swings back into the saddle, leaning toward my ass. Something plunges into me, and I scream, kicking my legs and trying to throw him off.
“How does that feel?”
I realize that it doesn’t burn. It actually feels good.
“It was just my finger.” To prove it, he smears it on my face. “I lubed it and everything. I wouldn’t ruin this beautiful ass of yours. It’s so smooth, so perfect. We’ll have to change that though.”
He sticks his finger back in, and I jump out of fear.
“You buck all you need to. Work it out of your system. But you might want to save your energy.”
I let out deep, shuddering breaths, trying to relax.
“Do you remember what I showed you earlier?”
He puts the orange heat next to my face again. I nod. I remember.
“This may hurt a little.”
Now my ass does burn. I bite down on the gag and scream. One of the horses whinnies. I’m too shocked to do anything but feel the pain coursing through me. Through a haze, I see a glowing heart.
“I branded you, steed. You’re mine now.”
I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Are you glad I branded you?”
As fucked as it is, I am. I nod.
“I’m going to put some aloe on yo
u. You’ve been a good steed.”
I try not to flinch. His hand is surprisingly gentle. The aloe is so soothing. I moan at the coolness of it. He blows across the wound, making me moan again.
When I stop shivering, he turns in the saddle. “Thank me for branding you.”
I try, but it comes out as “Aaa ooo.”
He chuckles. “I always forget that part.”
I feel the gag loosen. It falls around my neck. I work my jaw, trying to relax it.
“Today, please.” He sounds bored.
I look up at him. His eyes are hidden under his brim. “Thank you.”
“I think I deserve a little more than mere words as thanks, don’t you?”
His mouth is set firm. I try to find his eyes. I don’t know what to do.
He sighs, as if impatient with me. Then he pulls down his zipper, shucking his pants. Judging by his dick, he’s not bored at all. It pops out, fully erect. He’s enjoying this. Enjoying me and my pain. He puts his hands on his hips, presenting his dick to me. It’s tantalizing, but it’s too far off the ground. I strain to reach it, but there’s not much I can do with my hands and head restrained. I pull until the fibers bite into me. I’m so afraid of displeasing him.
“You’re in quite the predicament, aren’t you?” He laughs.
I stare at him.
“You look like a deer in the headlights.”
I feel like one.
Shaking his head, he takes mercy on me, freeing my head and wrists.
I spring to my knees.
“Not so fast.” He binds my wrists behind my back, then looks me up and down. “Much better. Begin.”
I touch my tongue to his tip. He’s almost as hot as the brand, and salty from the day’s work. I run my tongue along his length, up and down. He thrusts against my mouth. I run my lips over him, but it seems that’s not enough. He forces his way into me, deeper and deeper until he’s pushing against the back of my throat. Not ready for his force, I choke on him.
Grabbing my hair, he pushes me down and pulls my head back. The depth is easier to manage now, though I’m scared I might be sick. Seeing my distress, he plunges deeper.
“You’re going to have to learn soon enough.”
I close my eyes and let him take me. His thrusts get faster, harder. I think the back of my throat is bruising. I wish my hands weren’t behind my back. My own dick throbs, wanting attention. But it’s not me that I need to focus on.
I start sucking his dick, a little at first, then harder. I squeeze as much as I can, trying to be as tight as possible. He starts to groan. I suck even more. He grabs my head, forcing himself deep. I submit to his will, his desire. He slams into me, no longer a man but a force of nature. I can only wait for the storm to pass. He crushes into me with a low moan. He must be cumming.
The wave comes, and I drink his seed greedily. He pulls out before he’s finished, shooting a warm load on my face. Panting, he smears it across my nose and cheeks. It marks me as his own. The scent of his manhood is so strong. My cock pulses.
“Clean me off.”
I slide my tongue down his length, languidly. He’s still trying to catch his breath. I suck the tip lightly, making his cock twitch. He doesn’t correct me though. Just shudders. Taking him in, I roll him around on my tongue. I go as deep as I can. It hurts a little when I’m all the way in. I pull back, my lips light around him. I swallow the stickiness, then go back for more. By the time I’m done, we’re both breathless.
“That’s enough. You won’t need your mouth again for a while.” Wiping the bit on my face, he forces the sticky gag back in my mouth. He ties my wrists to the rings again, then gets back into the saddle.
“Are you ready for a ride?”
I can’t answer, but he doesn’t care. He gives me a light slap on my brand. I jump, biting back a cry.
“Good. You’ll learn to love the pain.” My rider sets his spurs against me to emphasize his point. Leaning over, he curls his hand around my cock. “Hump my hand.”
He’s not going to help me out? I hesitate.
Something smacks my ass.
“That’s a taste of my crop. Keep stalling and you’ll get another.”
I move my hips, pushing my cock in and out of his circled hand. His grip is light, though his callouses are rough. The combination is heady.
“Faster.” He strikes me with the riding crop.
I pump in and out. I must not be going fast enough because the crop keeps coming down, swifter and harder. My ass stings, but I move my hips like pistons. I can’t keep this up much longer. I’m either going to collapse or cum.
My dick is about to win. A few more strokes and I’ll lose control. I groan, about to burst.
“Stop.”
I don’t want to.
“I said stop.” This time his hand comes down on my ass. This smack is more brutal than the first, and worse because I’m sore.
He pulls my head back by my hair. “You obey me, remember? You don’t cum until I tell you you’re ready. Understand?”
I try to respond through the gag, but I can only whimper. I’m not sure I can control that.
“You will control it for me.”
It’s like he can read my mind.
“If you’re good, I’ll be merciful. But you disobeyed me just now. You’ll have to be punished.”
I quail. My balls ache at the lack of release. Isn’t that punishment enough?
“Apparently you don’t respect my crop. We’re going to have to change that. Spread your legs.”
Slowly, I do.
“Since you’ve been fairly good, I’m going to use lube. I’m not sure how much that will help. I’ve never had a crop in my ass before.”
My asshole puckers at his words. I know his crop well. The handle’s fairly thick. It’s definitely not something I want in my ass.
He spreads my cheeks apart again. “That looks tighter than a nun’s. You’re going to have to relax if you want it to hurt less. It’s your choice, of course.”
My legs tremble as my vision goes a bit hazy. I gulp in air, trying to relax. Squeezing my eyes shut, I brace for the impact.
It never comes. On my back, he doesn’t even shift. I try to turn my head.
“Oh, did you want me to do it now?” He strokes my ass.
I nod. The wait is torturous. I’d rather just get it over with.
“Well, if that’s what you want.”
Still, it doesn’t come. My senses seem to have grown sharper. I can hear Happy shuffle a few stalls over. My rider’s skin is hot against mine, and I can hear his every breath. The straws beneath me are incredibly defined. My body is taut, and I can feel each muscle straining. I can’t keep up the vigilance. Maybe he’s just joking, like he was before. I’m so weary. I let out a long breath.
That’s when he shoves it into me. I cry out through the gag. He forces it deep, making me jump against my bindings.
“Whoa there.” He strokes my hair, then turns back to his work. “You’re going to have to learn sometime. Might as well be now. You’ll thank me later. This is easy compared to me.”
The braided rawhide is rough, but it’s starting to feel good. I raise my ass and push against the crop. I moan as I stretch myself tight.
He stops. The crop falls to the straw. I present myself, aching for more.
“I love the way you move your ass.” His whisper is hoarse. “I need it.” He practically falls off me. The straw crunches as he kneels behind me. He runs his tongue over my asshole. I arch my back. There’s been so much pain tonight, and it makes the pleasure all the sweeter. He licks me in circles, then pokes his tongue into my ass. I thrust against him. It’s not enough. I want him so badly.
He sets his tip against me. “Are you ready?”
In response, I lean back. He gasps as I take him into me.
“Not too fast,” he pants. “Go slow. It’ll last longer.”
It’s the most pain I’ve felt all night. He won’t let me take too much of him a
t once, but I want him to fill me. He works his way in, slow but sure. Though he holds my hips to keep my eagerness in check, his fingertips dig into me. This is a test of his will too.
He slides deeper, deeper, until I feel him press against my ass. He’s mine. I almost panic as he retreats. I already want him back.
My rider pushes in again, harder than I expected. I gasp as he impales me. He withdraws, then plunges again. The rhythm is slow at first, then builds. Within a few seconds, he’s gone from a trot to a gallop. He pounds into me, and it’s all I can do to remember to keep breathing. His thumb scrabbles over my ass until it finds my new brand. He presses down on it. Pain and pleasure mix in a horrible, wonderful cocktail.
I have to keep from cumming until he says I can. My dick screams at me, already denied once. I bite down on the bit, trying not to think about how his dick feels in me, how his hands grip my hips as he totally dominates me. I try not to think of how his own ass must look, slamming into mine, and how his dick must glisten as it thrusts into me.
A moan escapes me. I might have to disobey. I just can’t take it anymore.
“Cum with me.”
As his warm seed spurts into me, I can’t help but cum myself. He reaches down to help finish me off. His hand is so tender around me. I spill over the straw then collapse, gasping. He releases my bindings.
I fall into the straw. I feel dazed. Little shivers of pleasure are still running through me. I submit to them, letting them twitch and twist me until they subside. Guy lies down behind me, pulling me close to him.
“Go to sleep, my steed. You need your rest. It’s almost tourist season.”
I drift to sleep, his hand around my cock.
***
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