Overpowered Men

Chapter Two: Reality Bites

Chapter Two: Reality Bites

Sleeping like a horse in a barn on a bed of hay hadn’t been in my fantasy. One of the main differences was that in my extended dream my right hand was free as was my d**k and the whole scene lasted only as long as I could drag it out before making a mess on the sheets. That being the next major difference, sheets. There were no sheets. There was hay and hay was f*****g uncomfortable and cold.

I woke up with the first bit of dawn stiff and chilly. As soon as there was enough light to see, I explored my new world. It was right out of my m**********n tango. I was in a stall that was ten feet square, hay on the floor with a water and feed trough in the front. The back wall and the two side walls were solid with the front wall reaching to my waist. There was a chain from the center of the back wall attached to my collar that allowed me to reach the front and lean out a bit. From that vantage point I could see the four stalls across from me and the two on either side. All were occupied by naked men attired as I was. Harold was lying down in the stall to my left and looked as if he had been crying all night.

My mind was still frantically trying to sort out my wife’s last words to me. Surely she couldn’t have been serious. We had been married for ten years and we loved each other. Okay, I had my needs but it was a game. Even so, her words reverberated in my head.

“You are here for the rest of your life. The tube is permanent. You will never c*m again……..tomorrow…new name…brand…”

“What the f**k had I gotten myself into?” I thought.

Then my saner side spoke to me, “Come on, Jack, settle down. She’s just giving you a taste of what you asked for and it worked, asshole, you’re scared shitless.”

I was scared shitless. Some deeper part of me wanted to believe that she was just toying with my head but there was abundant evidence to the contrary all around me. In two of the four stalls across from me the occupants were eating and I couldn’t see their backsides but in the other two they were pacing and the flash of ass as each turned around showed what looked like a permanent brand. One of the two had healed whip marks. These guys had been here for awhile.

I sniffed at the feed trough. It appeared to be a mixture that reminded me of trail mix and tasting it confirmed my guess. “Surely I’m not expected to eat trail mix,” I thought, “I don’t eat trail mix in real life.”

I lapped up a little water and then paced my cell for the next few hours. Harold had gotten up and was yelling loudly into his bit gag but was not understandable. I discovered by watching one of the others that there was a bucket in the corner for nature’s calls. By the time anyone appeared I was bored and was sifting through the ways I could indicate to my wife that I got the point and wanted to go home.

The women entered at mid-morning. A group of seven, including my wife and Harriet, and they seemed in high spirits. The rest of the group disappeared from my consciousness as my wife entered my stall and I focused all of my attention on her. I moved to her side and tried shaking my head and nudging her to get across my point. She disregarded me completely as she grabbed a handful of feed from my trough, smelled it and threw it back.

“Ooooh, Jack,” she said, “trail mix? God, that makes me so hot I might have to go back to my room for a minute.”

She continued to ignore my mute pleadings as she walked around my new residence, noting the slop bucket and testing the security of the chain. Finally, she spun around like a little ballerina showing off for a crowd, faced me and did that little head-c**k smile thing that always brought me to my knees.

“Do you have any idea how many mind-boggling orgasms I had last night thinking of you locked up like an animal out here? Oh my god, Jack, if I’d had any idea how much thinking of you like this...I mean with your p***s locked up forever…I mean, oh s**t, I’ll be back.”

Like some vapor she was gone and the reality of the other stalls crept back into my world. Next door Harriet had unhitched Harold from his chain and was leading him away speaking soothing words about branding him. Harold wasn’t soothed. He was kicking his legs and screaming into his bit. Ten minutes later his agonizing shriek drove straight to my desire and dread with one blow.

“f**k,” I thought, “she really branded him.”

My wife came back with an afterglow on her face that in normal circumstances would have put a satisfied smile on my face. After all I’m the one who put it there, but not like I would have ever intended. I backed to the furthest corner of my prison like a skittish kitten confronted with a cobra.

“Jack, Jack, Jack,” she repeated as if I was going to be calmed by the repetition of my name, “we have a lot to do today. I can’t keep running off to the house every time this overwhelms me so…we need to…god this makes me hot…shit. We need a plan so I can do my thing right here…god look at you, Jack, arms chained up, tube on that little…oh s**t, I need...”

I remained backed into my corner wondering where this was going. The royal ‘we’ wasn’t working for me as this was clearly her show.

“Jack, come here!” she said, pointing to a spot in front of her.

I moved to the spot feeling like a lamb being moved into a position of slaughter.

“Stand still,” she demanded. “From now on when I give the command ‘Still’ I want you to stand straight like that, legs apart, looking straight ahead until I give you the command…um… ‘Released’… Don’t f**k with me on this, Jack, I know you’ve got a brain and you better start using it. I can make your life way worse here than it’s going to be. I can make it f*****g miserable instead of just horrible, so let’s try it…STILL!”

I was already standing like I thought she wanted but I snapped into a more rigid posture as if I were standing at parade rest for some drill sergeant. Suddenly, she jumped on my leg and started humping it like a dog.

“Who the f**k is this person pretending to be my wife?” I wondered.

She dragged her orgasm out for five minutes before stepping away with a glow that seemed to radiate from her whole being. She backed up to the low front wall and sat down to recover.

“Released,” she whispered. “That wasn’t as good as going back to the bedroom and my dildo but it sure saved time.”

I fell to my knees and crawled to her. I put all of my ten years of living with this woman and knowing her intimately into whatever facial expressions, eye contact, snuggling and body language I thought might get through to her. A tiny smile crept into her face, a mean chuckle moved deep in her throat and she slowly shook her head from side to side.

“Jack,” she purred, “you’re not stupid. Look around you. Does this look like a game? Are you thinking that this is just me teaching you a lesson? Jack, after all the begging you did to come to a place like this are you trying to say you want to go home?”

I nodded my head vigorously and cranked up the pleading look in my eyes to where real tears started trickling out of them. Her smile and her chuckle disappeared. Her eyes found mine and they looked like two bottomless pits of icy blue ocean. There was no trace of pity, no hint of compassion. I wasn’t an object of her love anymore, I was an object.

“Forget your old life, Jack, it doesn’t exist any longer. You are my horse. You will live in this stall…uh…naked…oooh… eat trail mix…oh s**t…wear a tube permanently on your d**k…oh Jesus, oh Jesus your d**k…I need… STILL!” she barked.

I jumped to my feet and into position. She threw herself on my leg and rubbed her p***y frantically up and down, with her fingernails digging into my opposite arm and her teeth playing a symphony on my shoulder and neck. She took her sweet time and when she was done she let go and collapsed backward onto the hay.

I waited in position while she basked in the third afterglow. From my own experience I knew I was in serious trouble. s*x is a great Pavlovian teacher and my miserable future life was being reinforced by each great blast-off she achieved. Twisting the problem 360 degrees in my head didn’t help. It looked the same from every aspect and, in fact, if the positions were reversed the great s*x would be clouding my rational judgment also.

She finally dragged herself from the hay. Unhitching my neck chain and attaching a leash she stepped to the door of my stall, tightening the lead.

“Released,” she said. “Now let’s go get you a brand and a new name.”