Overpowered Men

Chapter Four: Frustrated Voyeurs

Chapter Four: Frustrated Voyeurs

I woke up the next morning back in my stall. Everything after the first brand hit my ass was fuzzy. I remembered the awful pain of the first two brands and then nothing at all after she came at me with the small one destined for my d**k. The horrible pain of that one had pushed my mind once more into the safety of blessed unconsciousness. Somehow they must have dragged me back here.

Pain is like jet-lag I discovered, much worse the second day. I was lying on my side and it felt like my ass and my p***s were on fire. I lay quietly for the next hour listening to the activity in the other stalls and wondering what new horrors were in store for me today.

Most of the other stalls had emptied out when I finally heard my wife’s voice. She was talking to someone and moving my way. I struggled to my feet so as not to anger her further and saw her in a lively conversation with Julia, the gaucho wanabee.

“…so I arranged for the package to be sent and he fell right into the trap,” my wife chuckled.

“Men are so stupid when it comes to their little thingies,” laughed Julia. “My boyfriend was so easy to trick. I just promised him that if he would come here for a week I would let him have me for a week to do whatever he wanted. That was six months and one ball ago.”

“Why did you decide to make him into your pony?” asked my wife.

“Things between us were stale and I wanted a change. Then I found some stories on the internet and…they got me excited, it was really hot to think about having a man like this and…” Julia paused looking at my wife, then continued, “Doesn’t this get you worked up?”

With an embarrassed flush my wife answered softly, “Yes, unbearably so sometimes. That’s why he’s here also.”

Looking directly at my wife Julia asked, “What do you do about it?”

“Um…ah…I uh…I, you know I…uh…I masturbate,” she stuttered self-consciously.

“So do I,” said Julia, “but have you ever thought of something more?”

“Like what?” my wife asked.

“Like with a person,” Julia replied.

“Well…I do use his leg when I can’t bear waiting,” my wife said quietly.

“No, I mean a real person, not a horse,” Julia said forcefully.

“But…but men aren’t allowed here, Julia,” my wife said with exasperation.

Spearing my wife with her eyes Julia said in a whisper, “I mean another woman, Carol.”

I’d like to say that all I saw was the flush of shame and embarrassment that flooded my wife’s cheeks, but I had lived with her for ten years and knew her signals. A soft glow of arousal was buried in her face and it was evident that Julia could see it also.

“No, of course not,” my wife said in an uncertain tone.

Julia quickly sidestepped forcing the issue by saying, “Me either, but maybe it would be fun to masturbate together sometime. It might make things even more intense.”

“Uh…maybe,” gulped my wife, “Um…should we hitch these guys up now?”

“Meet you out front,” said Julia walking off to get her pony.

Turning to me my wife looked at me a long time with that furtive smile on her lips that always drove me wild. I waited for the shoe to drop.

“Well, Jack,” she said, “here we are.”

My senses went on high alert. I tried to puzzle out what was happening. She had been adamant that she was renaming me some stupid secret horse name and yet she was still using ‘Jack’. The hopeless thought that she had been teasing me all along and wasn’t going to keep me here went by in my mind like a life ring passing a drowning man in a rip tide, but the pain in my ass and d**k reminded me that this was no fleeting fancy. I waited for her to speak.

“Golly, Jack,” she snickered, “you are so easy to read it’s not any fun. No, we are not going home. The reason that I’m still calling you ‘Jack’ is I want to play a game with you.”

I didn’t have a clue what she was getting at but I was positive that whatever she had in mind wouldn’t be a fun game for me. I c****d my head to let her know I was interested.

“It’s simple really,” she stated, “You’ve lived with me for ten years and you know how my mind works. I am willing to give you a chance to guess what the new name I gave you is and if you do I’ll set you free. You don’t have to play but if you do I will give you a week to think about it and then let you have three guesses. One guess each day for three days. If you guess correctly we go home but if you don’t get it right I get to take one of your balls to make a boleadora.”

“I f*****g knew it,” I thought, “Not really a game as the stakes were huge but…shit. Did I really have a choice?”

“You can tell me later today what you decide,” she said. “When I put you away just paw the ground and I’ll ask you again and you can shake your head yes or no.”

Unhooking me from the wall she led me from the stall and outside where a dozen or so carts were lined up waiting for beasts to pull them. She dragged me to one and hooked a belt that ran between the poles around my waist, attached reins to my bit-gag, picked a whip from the rack and settled herself into the cart.

“I’m as new to this as you are, pony,” she said, “but the commands all made sense to me so I’m sure they will to you. I know you don’t want this whip to hit that blistered ass much so be good and we’ll get along great.”

She yanked my head to the right and had me walk over next to Julia and her pony. He appeared to be the same thirtyish age as I and looked miserable. In addition to the brand on his left cheek, his butt sported many ugly looking welts that were evidence that Julia liked using the whip.

“I had the kitchen pack us a picnic,” Julia said motioning to the basket next to her. “I thought I would show you some of the trails around here and then we could end up at the stream where we’ve made a small dam to create a pool that is perfect for swimming.”

“But…I didn’t bring a suit,” my wife protested.

“Oh, Carol,” snorted Julia flicking her whip and moving off, “you don’t need a suit. The boys here won’t mind.”

The next two hours were exhilaration tempered with discontent. If I had been here as a temporary guest I would have been in heaven. Being used like this was one of my most intense fantasies and our ride was all that I had dreamed. I was expected to behave as an animal pulling a woman who thought of me only as a beast. I walked, jogged and ran at her command. The scenery was breathtaking. The trails were well groomed and not too difficult. When we stopped at various lookouts Julia gave both of us sugar cubes as treats. If this had been going to end with me getting to insert my frustrated member into my wife’s p***y it would have been all I desired. Instead I looked forward to no relief and a decision that was probably going to cost me one of my jewels. It spoiled the mood.

Early afternoon found us at a gem of a spot. Clear running water, a crystal pool, shade trees and a grassy spot for a blanket. After leading us to the stream to lap up some water, the other poor wretch and I were tethered to one of the shade trees and the women spread their blanket for a picnic. Julia immediately stripped off her clothes, revealing a voluptuously sexy body, walked into the pool and urged my wife to join her. It took a few minutes but my wife eventually took off her clothing and went in. My poor d**k was in terminal arousal watching these two delicious women frolic in front of me. It strained in the tube to get erect with no success. I didn’t want to think about spending the rest of my life frustrated like this and I didn’t want my prick to keep hurting either but I couldn’t look away. Both of them were beauties. My wife’s clear pearly white skin, narrow soft hips and small perky breasts contrasted beautifully with Julia’s bronzed skin, larger firm twin orbs and womanly hips.

The girls cavorted around in the water for about ten minutes before running hand-in-hand back to the blanket and sprawling down in front of us. My wife had never looked more desirable to me. With her wet hair, beads of water running down her breasts, n*****s erect from the cold water and her eyes alive with pleasure, my body ached for her.

Pointing our way Julia remarked, “Doesn’t that get you really worked up, Carol? Two men, chained up like beasts, at our beck and call and… look at those d***s. They want us so badly and can’t have us. God, that makes me so horny!”

I could see by the radiance moving up my wife’s neck that she felt the same but was too embarrassed to say anything. Julia casually pulled her dildo from her bag and began working it in and out of herself.

“Come on, Carol,” she demanded, “you know you’d be doing this if you were alone. Forget about me and…I…uh…Jesus…”

Julia fell back in the throes of a gigantic orgasm and my wife surreptitiously started using her finger on herself. She was lost in her own world in a matter of seconds. Julia, who had returned to some semblance of sanity, moved over and captured one of my wife’s n*****s in her mouth and started sucking. My wife shuddered at the contact but didn’t push her away. In fact, she grabbed Carol’s head to insure that her mouth stayed in place while she worked herself over the edge of her own personal canyon.

A male wet dream was playing out in front of me and I couldn’t join in or even take a hand to my problem. I wanted to scream in frustration. I tried closing my eyes but my body had another agenda and forced them open. The show went on for the next hour as my wife got over her hang-ups about girl-girl s*x and Julia pretended to get over hers. When playtime was over they drove us back toward the barn, stopping every now and then to kiss and fondle each other.

When we got back to the stables it was evident that the girls were planning on continuing their lovemaking in a comfortable bed. They couldn’t get us unhitched and locked back on our neck chains fast enough. I had to paw the ground repeatedly to get my wife’s attention as her mind was wafting away thinking about the carnal pleasure to come.

“What?” she said sharply went I finally managed to get her to notice me.

I shook my head vigorously up and down.

“Oh, the game!” she exclaimed. “I almost forgot. So, you want to play?”

I nodded again.

“Okay, Jack, but remember the rules. You get one week to think. Then you get three guesses and if you’re wrong I get to have one of your balls.”

I nodded again while the saner part of me screamed “NO!” inside my head.

“Ooooh, god that makes me hot and I know it will make Julia crazy also. Oh s**t…got to go, Jack, see you tomorrow.”