Let’s face it, the primary reason you come to this website is because you like reading smut. More specifically, you like reading smut of the nasty and kinky variety. So my contribution to BDSMBookReviews.com’s third anniversary bash is an excerpt from a work-in-progress that just might appeal to your naughty sensibilities. Enjoy.
The stall was about the size of a small bedroom. Most of the floor was covered with a thick layer of straw and in one corner the straw was built up into a rectangular shape and covered by a horse blanket. Jody surmised correctly that area was where he’d be sleeping. In the opposite corner was a concrete slab with a drain in the center and on the wall beside it were two curled-up hoses, one fitted with a showerhead and the other an enema nozzle.
Nancy began removing Jody’s clothes and footwear and soon he was standing completely naked before his fully clothed groom, feeling a bit humiliated and awkward. The shapely brunette eyed his body appreciatively then said with a smirk, “It’s too bad your cock is all locked up, you look like you would’ve made a good stallion,” before she placed a harness over his head and strapped it on snuggly at the back of his head.
Taking the reins attached to the harness, Nancy led him onto the concrete slab and tied him to a crossbeam. Using the nozzle wand, Nancy nudged his legs to indicate she wanted Jody to spread them, which he did, then told him to bend forward. After he had followed her instructions Nancy placed the tip of the nozzle against his anus and slowly began easing it inside of him. Once it was seated properly she turned on the water to initiate the first enema.
It was degrading yet also exhilarating having his bowels cleansed in such a matter-of-fact manner, but there was nothing he could do about it. Shaking with fear, excitement and arousal, Jody struggled with his conflicting reactions while Nancy filled his rectum with lukewarm liquid several times, flushed him out and washed the expelled effluent down the drain. Finally, as Jody stood docilely his groom retrieved a horsetail attached to a butt plug of considerable girth and gently inserted it into his anal cavity. Jody shuddered slightly when his sphincter snapped tightly around the massive plug as his rectum accepted the intruding device.
Nancy led Jody to the center of the stall and patted him dry before slipping low-cut boots designed to resemble horse hooves on his feet. After that she placed leather mittens crafted to mimic the front hooves of a horse on his hands. Even without the benefit of a mirror, Jody could easily envision himself as a human pony, naked and transformed, ready for service.
Shortly Jody was standing in front of the barn hitched to a sulky, outfitted with blinders and a body harness, when Jenny arrived and leisurely circled round him drinking in the visual impact of her newest pony boy. She ran her hand lightly along his thigh and said emphatically, “I sure hope you take to this because you sure make a fine-looking pony,” then climbed into the buggy and snapped her whip. “Let’s take a little tour around the ranch to break you in.”
The first thing Jody noticed was how easily the sulky moved even with a fairly tall woman seated in it. Before long he was able to maintain a steady pace without difficulty. He imagined himself being a kinky rickshaw driver as Jenny directed him to follow a dirt road that ran parallel to the pastures to the south.
With relative ease Jody carted his mistress around the property while she provided a running commentary on the surrounding landscape and structures. He learned that the ranch had been in her family for several generations and had originally been a cattle ranch. During the 1930s it was converted to a dude ranch and remained in that capacity until she repurposed it again to its present function ten years prior.
The longer he pulled the sulky along the dirt road the more he began to appreciate the appeal of being a human pony. Despite the continual presence of the butt plug massaging his prostate, he realized it wasn’t just a sexual fetish; it was a vehicle for deep submission. Jody experienced a sense of liberation turning absolute control over to others, thus relinquishing his humanness and attendant rights and privileges.
When they reached the far end of the ranch they saw several workers in the distance repairing a section of fence. Adjacent to where the ranch hands were working a team of human ponies stood hitched to a wagon laden with fencing materials. As Jenny and Jody approached the work detail, they could see that one of the workers had separated two of the ponies from the team and was busy securing them to the back of the wagon in preparation for administering discipline with a buggy whip.
“Mornin’ Bob,” Jenny said to the man holding the buggy whip when they stopped alongside the work party. “Got a couple of naughty pony girls I see.”
“Yep, you know how some extroverted ponies are, can’t keep their mouths shut. They’ve probably been going crazy being without their cell phones for a couple days.”
“Well, teaching them to button it up is one of the perks of your job, wouldn’t you say?”
Bob smiled slyly in response.
After a few seconds Jenny continued, “Don’t let me interfere with your duties, Bob. I think it will be instructional for my newest pony to see the consequence of breaking the rules at Discovery Ranch.”
It was fairly obvious that the crew chief enjoyed disciplining errant ponies. Without the warm-up one might expect in a typical D/s scene, he started out administering harsh blows that quickly elicited tears and cries of anguish from the recipients of his efforts. Jody felt a mix of pity and envy as he looked on while Bob brutalized the hindquarters of the two ponies, leaving a plethora of angry welts to remind them of their transgression. Finally Bob deemed he had accomplished his goal, set aside the whip and resumed his fence repairs. Meanwhile the chastened ponies sobbed quietly as they struggled to regain their composure.
Upon their arrival back at the barn Nancy unhitched Jody from the sulky, but instead of leading him to his stall she walked him to a St. Andrews Cross situated just inside the barn and secured him to it tightly with his back facing outward. She instructed him to open his mouth, and when he did she placed a thick piece of rawhide between his lips and whispered, “Bite down on this.” Jody did as he was told.
As Nancy prepared the pony boy Jenny watched patiently, savoring the moment. Her eyes glistened with excitement as the groom brought in a brazier with a branding iron resting on its grill then placed the ensemble close to the St. Andrews Cross. In a soft even tone Jenny began to tell Jody what was in store for him.
“Norah told us about your desire to embrace intense submissive experiences, so all of the other winners and I got together to discuss how to deal with that in a responsible manner. During our discussion we all agreed that we should each mark you in some signature way as a memento of our time with you, because regardless of whom you ultimately end up with we will all have been instrumental in creating the submissive you become. As it happens, whenever I take on personal ponies the natural progression of things is to place my brand on their buttocks to remind them forever who truly owns them. So that is the method I have chosen to leave an indelible mark upon your body and soul as a souvenir of my significance in your life.”
As Jenny spoke Jody vacillated between dread and joy at the prospect of having his flesh seared by a red-hot branding iron. Part of him wanted this more than anything and part of him was terrified. It did seem a little extreme, but in a moment of clarity, he acknowledged that he had set the stage for this and that he never expected it to be easy, or for Jenny to be gentle with him. That epiphany brought on a calm that enabled him to face the impending test of fire.
Without saying anything more Jenny snatched the branding iron off the brazier and thrust the glowing JA brand against Jody’s left buttock, holding it there to the count of five. Jody bit down hard on the rawhide, choking on his scream. The agony of this was far beyond anything he’d ever dreamed of experiencing. As soon as Jenny removed the iron from the burnt flesh Nancy moved in and slathered a soothing salve on the wound then left Jody to recuperate in solitude for a few minutes.
Jody was roused from his post branding reverie by an unseen hand gripping the base of his tail and extricating the enormous butt plug from his anus. In a matter of seconds the same hand began applying generous amounts of lube to the gaping maw where the plug had been. Jenny looked on as Nancy prepped Jody before approaching her and lubing the horse cock-sized strapon protruding from her crotch.
Breaking the silence Jenny said, “Since you are effectively a mare for all practical purposes, you are available to be fucked by any mistress or stallion with an urge to indulge themselves. I know you’ve been stretched to be able to accommodate some sizable objects, but I doubt that you’ve ever had a horse cock up your ass. Today that will change. I’ll be careful not to cause any damage; however, it will be tough going at times. I think I can safely say you’ll never be the same after I’m done with you. Along with the brand, this may well be the most enduring legacy of your stay here.”
With Nancy’s help Jenny eased the tip of the massive dildo into Jody’s anus. The already dilated opening resisted at first but finally began to relax some until finally stretching enough to allow the enormous phallus to penetrate ever deeper, ultimately working its way completely in. Although Jody had considerable experience with being penetrated anally by large objects, this was akin to giving birth and fluctuated between being intensely pleasurable and distressingly uncomfortable. The turning point for Jody was accepting that it was not his pleasure that was important; it was his mistress’. At that moment he allowed himself to become a vessel whose sole purpose was to serve Jenny.
And Jenny worked him hard. She ploughed his ass deep and long, determined to give him the ultimate pegging of his life. Her oversized phallus stretched his opening wider and wider as she split him apart with abandon. Jody endured her painful pounding until it eventually triggered an endorphin high.
They were both drained by the time their frenzied coupling was done. Jenny staggered to a nearby hay bale and sat with her head between her knees breathing heavily as she regained her strength, while Jody hung limply on the sturdy wooden X, dazed, dilated and sated. No matter what else transpired between them in the future, this had been a memorable milestone for them both.