Vanquished Men

That made her laugh again as I was dragged out the door to hell.-1

“Julia, why are you doing this?” I complained.

“Because I can, Kenneth,” she said. “Because I can.”

“But it’s not fair,” I said. “You know you and I didn’t have s*x and it will…”

“I know,” she laughed. “It will devastate her. Tough shit.”

“I love her,” I said.

“I have to say that it sickens me to see you and Amanda together,” she said. “The way you faun all over each other…”

“We’re in love,” I said. “I plan to ask her to marry me next week when she gets back.”

“I don’t think she’ll be saying yes when I show her the evidence that you got me pregnant,” Julia sneered.

“But it’s fake.”

“Says you.”

“Please, Julia, isn’t there anything I can do to change your mind?” I asked.

“Maybe.”

“What? I’ll do it.”

“You’ll have to trust me,” she said.

“Do you promise that whatever it is doesn’t involve something that will make me unfaithful to Amanda?” I asked.

She laughed and said, “Oh, I can definitely promise that.”

“And you promise to let this fake pregnancy thing go?”

“I promise.”

“What do I have to do?”

“You have to do exactly as I ask right now, or the deal is off.”

“Okay.”

“I want you to turn around,” she said.

I did and she stepped up very close behind me. I could feel her firm, lovely breasts pushing into my back.

“Now I want you to gently reach up and touch my breasts,” she said.

“Julia, that’s…”

“It’s not really cheating,” she said. “I just want to feel your hands on them one time.”

I slowly reached up and found her breasts. They really felt nice. Too nice. I didn’t like the way it was making me feel. It felt like cheating. Then I heard two clicks. She had cuffed me!

Before I could spin around, she looped something around my neck and drew it tight. I was choking. Without a pause she pulled me out to the garage, stuffed me in the trunk of her car, looped the neck thing around a tie down and tied it off. I could scarcely breathe.

“We are going for a little ride,” she said and slammed the trunk.

***

A half hour later she opened the trunk and pulled me out. We were on a dirt road with nothing by scrub brush all around. She forced a gag in my mouth, removed my shoes and cut my clothes off. Then she tied the neck lead to the rear bumper and got back in the car.

“Try to keep up, Kenneth,” she said. “Because I’ll drag you by your neck if I have to.”

She didn’t go faster than I could run but fast enough that I was struggling after about a mile. That’s when we were joined by two very sexy young women in shorts and halter tops riding horseback. They seemed to know Julia.

About the time I was certain I was going to collapse and die from her hanging me, a ranch house with outbuildings came into view. We pulled up in front and the girls dismounted. Julia got out of the car and was greeted by two matronly women who stepped off the porch.

“Marsha, Mattie, good to see you again,” Julia said.

“And you, girl,” Marsha said. “What have we here?”

“The horse I told you I thought I could convince to come join your ranch,” Julia said.

“He looks like a bit of exercise could do him good,” Marsha said.

“That’s what I thought,” Julia laughed.

“Why the gag?” Mattie asked.

“Oh, he asked for it,” Julia said.

I couldn’t take any more of this. Julia was making it look as if I were here by my own free will. I began yelling into my gag, thrashing about and shaking my head.

“Is he here of his own free will?” Mattie asked.

I kept shaking my head.

“Hush now, Mattie,” Marsha said. “We don’t need to know stuff like that. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Julia here is good people.”

“Just wondering,” Mattie said. “It’s way more fun when they aren’t.”

I stopped moving. It had become clear that whatever Julia had planned these two were in agreement. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

“Good bye, Kenneth,” she said. “As far as Amanda and your life with her as a human, it’s over. You are now a pony, to be used by the guests for nice rides around the ranch and… uh… other needs. I’ll be back from time to time to see how your training is coming along. I’ll probably even avail myself of you just for old times’ sake.”

I looked at her in disbelief. I was going to ask Amanda to be my wife, get married, have kids… A pony? Then, Marsha stepped up.

“Billie Jean, Dakota, please take this new pony to the barn and give him his introduction,” Marsha said. “Then get that thing between his legs locked up, outfit him in training tack and give him some lunge work. I’ll be along after a while.”

“What are we going to call this one?” Billie Jean asked.

“I think ‘Manipulated’ might be kind of cute,” Marsha said.

I fumed at this while Julia laughed. Billie Jean grabbed my lead and the two girls led me toward the barn. If it were other circumstances, I would have loved to be walking behind these two lovelies in cut-offs and crop tops, admiring their asses, but considering the fate they were leading me to I was quaking inside.

At the barn they strapped me over a bench and took turns beating my ass until I was crying and bleeding. Then Dakota leaned in and kissed me lightly on the cheek.

“We like to start new horses out with a mild demonstration of just what will happen if you don’t work hard to be the best horse you can be,” she said. “Forget your past life. You are no longer a human and if we catch you trying to act like one, we will punish you.”

I looked at the cruel gleam in this sweet young thing’s eyes and my d**k wanted to shrivel up inside me. Maybe that was part of their plan because it was a piece of cake for them to push my joystick into a very tiny chastity tube. It was obvious to me that I wouldn’t be having any joy ever again if I couldn’t figure out some way to escape. Billie Jean must have read my mind.

“Oh, by the way,” she said. “We don’t fool around. If you ever try to escape we cut that thing off and force you to eat it.”

I shuddered.

“We leave you your balls, however,” she laughed. “Just to make sure that your frustration never stops.”

They got me off the bench, fitted a bit in my mouth, a bridle on my head, a waist belt with cuffs that kept my hands close to my hips and removed the noose around my neck and replaced it with a shock collar. Then, Dakota snapped a leash to my bridle and led me out into a training ring.

***

Chapter 2

The six months I’d been here had been hell. I had turned over ways to escape in my mind until I dreamed them. None of them were very good, certainly not good enough to risk having my d**k cut off. I was despairing of ever having a real life again.

Julia came about once a month to take me out for a session. The very first time, months ago, she had informed me that she had planted evidence. It showed that I had left Amanda deliberately to ‘pursue my darker side’. She said that at first Amanda hadn’t believed it, but Julia was both smart and clever. She managed to sow little seeds of evidence in different places that finally convinced Julia that I had really left her.

Now, six months later she let me know that Amanda had gone on with her life. She was dating an engineer. They didn’t have the chemistry that we had but she was moving on. Julia seemed to relish the fact that she had ruined two lives.

My days pretty much followed the same routine. Wake up stiff from sleeping on hay, eat some gruel in a bucket, get harnessed to a sulky, run my ass off for a parade of clients, get my ass whipped for not running fast enough, get unhitched, eat some gruel in a bucket and lie down in hay to sleep.

Of course, usually somewhere during the client’s ride they would stop at one of the many secluded rest areas and avail themselves of my oral skills. I didn’t mind the female clients as much, although some were quite unappetizing. The male clients sickened me. Thankfully there was one female pony who was in high demand by the male clients so that indignity didn’t happen too frequently.

The variation to my routine was on slow days when the Bobbsey twins, Dakota and Billie Jean, would take myself and the female pony for a romp. Today was one of those days. The five of us were harnessed, ready and waiting for clients when the Bobbsey twins came out.

“It’s your lucky day ponies,” Dakota said. “Only Pecos and Bronco are booked, which means that Billie Jean and I are taking Manipulated and Flame for the day. Buckeye will remain tethered here in case we get a walk-in.”

I shuddered. Bobbsey twin days weren’t hard physically but the frustration those two caused was over the top. It turns out they were lesbians which is why they wanted Flame. They brought me because from the very beginning they could tell how turned on I got with the sight of any naked flesh and especially nubile flesh like theirs.

As usual Billie Jean climbed in behind me and Dakota took Flame. Also, as usual, we headed straight for the isolated beach next to the small pond that also had a tented area with a king bed and two easy chairs.

As soon as we got there the girls fastened us to the hitching posts, stripped and went swimming. They always put on a show and today was no exception. They made love the first time in the water, then again on a blanket in front of Flame and me. My d**k was hurting so badly from trying to escape its prison that I was moaning in pain which got a round of giggles from them.

Then, things got worse as they always did on these days. They unhitched Flame and me, removed our bridles and the four of us ended up on the king-sized bed.

“How long has it been, Manipulated, since you even had an erection?” Billie Jean asked, fingering my balls.

It was a rhetorical question for two reasons. First, the shock collar kept me from speaking and she knew it. Second, she already knew to the minute how long it had been.

“I can’t imagine how you can stand it,” she said. “It never ceases to amaze me how guys like you beg to become ponies and be kept in perpetual chastity.”

Another lie as she was fully aware that I was here against my will.

Meanwhile, almost the same scenario was taking place with poor Flame. She sported a female chastity belt and Dakota was teasing her unmercifully.

“Time for our ponies to get to work,” they said in unison.

That was our directive to get our faces in between their legs and lick. Except for the frustration I loved this part. They were both beautiful, stunning, well put together ladies in the prime of young womanhood.

Further, it was an escape for me. I used this time to pretend that it was Amanda’s p***y that I was licking and, for the time that I was licking whichever one had picked me that day I was lost to the pain, heartache and frustration that was my life now.

***

Two days later I was harnessed and standing in the row with the other ponies, waiting for clients when I heard a voice that I’d never thought I’d hear again.

“I want that one,” a female voice that had to be Amanda’s said.

I wanted to whip around and look, but something stopped me. I didn’t know how or why Amanda was here, but I felt it was probably the wrong thing to draw attention.

“Manipulated?” Billie Jean asked. “You kind of fancy him?”

“He reminds me of an ex-boyfriend,” Amanda said.

“Oh, kind of a way to take out your repressed frustrations, huh?” Billie Jean laughed.

“Something like that,” Amanda said.

“Here’s a trail map,” Billie Jean said. “Enjoy.”

Amanda got in behind me and before I knew it, she slashed my ass with the worst cut of the whip I’d ever gotten. I could feel blood trickling down my leg. I leaped into full speed. It didn’t matter she just kept whipping me as hard as she could.

“Move you f*****g horse!” she screamed.

I began crying. I knew she was operating on the lies she’d been told but I couldn’t help myself. I loved this woman and now she clearly hated me.