Title: Run with the Stallions - 01

(M/M, B&D, MC, Anal, Oral, Water Sports, castration)

Date: July 2, 2003 Revised October, 2007

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Note: Any resemblance to real people is strictly coincidental. No real people are depicted in this piece of fiction. This story contains explicit male to male sex, domination and bondage. If you don't enjoy reading this sort of material or are under the age of 21, DO NOT CONTINUE READING. If you regard this type of material as depraved then flee from here and don't look back!

I DO NOT espouse or support bare-backing though it may be depicted in this story. Always practice safer sex and stay alive!

White Collar

Run with the Stallions - Chapter 1

Horses had always fascinated me; especially stallions. I loved the nature films showing wild horses running free in the mountains or on the grassy plains. They were so fierce and wild; unbridled and uninhibited. But living in the city didn't lend itself in any way to any sort of unbridled existence, so I just harbored my fantasies and would look for those films wherever I could on the cable and public stations. When I saw one on the schedule, I'd get my VCR ready and settle down in front of the TV. The scenes of the males fighting over the mares made me respond in a way I didn't quite comprehend but I DID respond: I'd get hard and ache for release. Don't get me wrong, please! It wasn't that I was interested in doing it with the animals. Rather, it was what they represented: that life force, impeded only by the primal rule of survival of the fittest. The strongest male would fight and win his battles and then run, tossing his head, neighing and baring his teeth to exult in his dominance. Deep inside me, something was excited by that and my balls would tingle and a warm flush pass through my penis.

One night, I was surfing the web and happened on a link for a site called "The horseman's mind." Based on the site on which I'd found the link, I figured it had to be for gay men and I was immediately intrigued. Could it possibly be that there were others like me who were enthralled by the free-ranging behavior of equines? I selected the link and was transferred to the home page.

The text asked if I loved the looks, sounds, and smells of horses? It asked if I admired their freedom and wildness? Yes! I thought, enthusiastically. My god, I couldn't believe it: I'd finally found another soul who understood. I devoured the descriptions of horses living in the wilderness, roaming where their hooves and hearts took them, challenging one another, claiming territory and asserting their dominance over the frontier and lesser members of the herd. Farther down the page, the text read: "If you want to experience that feeling of abandon yourself, CLICK HERE." Did I ever? I clicked on the link without even thinking about it!

As the screen began to assemble itself, I could see images of horses in fantastic colors. The horses swirled and moved in a circular stampede with one horse melting into another and reappearing in a constantly changing metamorphosis. There was also an audio component that sounded like the rushing of thousands of hooves. I was mesmerized and my eye was drawn to the center of the swirling stampede where the horses disappeared into the vortex. As I stared I was half aware of words appearing on the screen and coming through my speakers. Words like "sweat", "musk", "smell", "piss", "semen". The words seemed to be telling me to relax and let smells fill my brain with their power. I felt myself sinking into the words, sounds and swirling images.

I found that my cock was hardening and I unzipped my pants to free it. Then I realized I wanted to be free like a horse. Keeping my eyes on the screen, I unbuckled my belt, unhooked my pants and slid my trousers and briefs down, letting them fall to the floor. Then I pulled my shirt up and began stroking my hard cock; my horse cock as I began to think of it, and my tits. In a matter of minutes, my cock was leaking all over my hand and I wanked it to the sounds of neighing and whinnying. When I came, I snorted and whinnied myself. I tossed my head and some of the cum shooting from my dick landed in my mouth. I savored the earthy taste of it and the smell like that of grasses and musk.

I caught my breath and used my browser's back button to go to the previous screen. Below the link that I'd selected to get to the "stampede" was more text.

"Did you come boy?" it asked. "If so, CLICK HERE. You KNOW you want to! You KNOW you must say 'Yes' to the Horsemaster!"

I did know it and once again, I selected the link. Once again, a swirling stampede began to form on the screen. Its accompanying audio track was at a much lower level this time and I could barely hear it. But I didn't care: my orgasm had induced a serotonin- induced stupor. I relaxed into the words and the flowing patterns and lost consciousness.

When I awoke, it was near midnight and I saw a link for sending an e-mail to the webmaster of the site. I followed the instructions and sent off the message, telling him how much I liked the site and how wonderful it felt to find a site that understood my needs. I shut down my PC and headed for the bathroom. I flipped on the light and saw that the hair on my chest was plastered with dried cum. I licked my fingers and rubbed them in the globs of dried semen to soften them. Then I raised my sticky fingers to my nose and inhaled deeply to pull the odor into my lungs. The smell seemed to fill my brain with feelings of lust. I wet the fingers of my other hand and, after softening more of the crust on my body, raise my hand to my mouth to savor the tangy flavor of horse-cum. No, it was man-cum! Why did I think it was horse-cum. But as I licked and sucked my fingers clean, I saw visions of horses with naked men on their backs, their hard cocks bouncing against the hard bodies of the horses, their legs wrapped around the horses bodies as they fondled the horses distended penises with their bare feet. My own dick was throbbing and I dropped to my knees and jacked off again. There wasn't much jism left in me but it was an overwhelming orgasm. My legs shook and I had to brace myself with one hand on the cabinet to keep from falling over.

Finally, the trembling waves of ecstasy passed over me and, achingly, I pulled myself to my feet. There was still cum in my chest hair but I didn't care. The smell of it entered my brain and my cock began to firm up again. But no more tonight! I needed to get to bed because I had to go to work. I went to my closet and reached for my jock strap. Why was I doing that? I don't sleep in a jock strap? I only wear that when I exercise. Besides, it stank with the accumulated sweat of my previous days' workouts. But I felt the need to provide support for my horse dong and pulled the strap on. What I meant was, my man dick. Why did I keep thinking of my body in terms of horses? I guess I was just tired and the visit to the website had really made me feel good about my obsession. So I climbed into my bed clad only in my smelly jock and drifted off to sleep.

Run with the Stallions - Chapter 2

When morning called me, reluctant, from my dreams of horses (night stallions rather than nightmares!), I finally arose and showered. I washed the semen out of my chest hair and lathered my body. Then I did something I'd never even considered before in the thirty or so years since puberty had begun and my hair had begun to fill in. I took my razor, which I keep on the counter next to the shower, and, pulling my horse balls down, shaved them. I was a little startled at myself but it felt so good to do it that I just continued. I shaved my scrotum, front and back, and the length of my cock. Then I cleaned up my bush to turn it into a neat triangle of dark fur. I started to put down the razor but glanced down at the wet fur on my chest and felt the need to remove it as well. I soaped it up and, after about ten minutes, had denuded my once-furry chest. Then, what the hell, I removed the clumps of fur under my arms. My once furry body was smooth and sleek. I ran my hands over myself and loved the feel of the smooth skin beneath my fingers. I stopped at my nipples and squeezed them, sending shivers of energy through my body.

When I got out of the shower I looked in the mirror and was quite pleased with the result. My cock and balls looked larger, more like a horse's cock and balls and my pubes looked sleek as a horse's should, rather than the slightly unkempt look they'd had before. My upper body looked streamlined like a racehorse’s.

I started to put on my Polo cologne and then stopped. Why not let my natural fragrance work for me? I even considered not using deodorant but relented when I realized that, working in an office, smelling like a horse was not a good way to treat one's co-workers. So I applied my deodorant, pulled on my smelly jock strap, got dressed and went for my train into the city.

On the train, I found myself unusually aware of smells I'd not noticed before. They reminded me of the smell of my sweat and semen and seemed to form a connection from my brain to my cock. I found myself raising my head and sniffing the air. A woman sitting across from me saw me and I quickly dove behind my newspaper as the color went up my face. What on earth was I thinking? But the smells were there and I couldn't ignore them. The conductor came through, punching tickets and leaned over to take the ticket from the man sitting next to me, bringing his body closer to my face. I could smell his odor and had a sudden urge to grab him and bury my face in his armpit. I had to grip my paper and bit my lip to keep myself under control while my head swam from his aroma. What was happening to me? I'd never been so horny in my life and men's smells had never affected me this way. The conductor finished his business and moved on and I was able to calm down a bit. But the heat from the man sitting next to me rose, carrying his odor with it, right into my nostrils. I breathed deeply, my nostrils flared, to get more of that heady scent and my dick throbbed against the confines of my slacks. But there was no way to relieve myself on the train so I kept my lap covered with the paper and rode along in agony and desire.

In the office, I was even more acutely aware of my newly discovered sensitivities. It wasn't just smells-specifically, male smells-that captured my attention; it was something more. They weren't smells in the sense that you probably think of smells, like sweat or cum or piss or shit. It was something else-something that came to me through my nose but wasn't exactly a fragrance or odor. It was as though my olfactory sense had acquired a sense of touch or taste and I could tell the level of another man's sexual awareness and other feelings. And it made me horny as hell. It was as though I'd been given extraordinary sense of smell and could sense men's naked bodies beneath their clothes and read their minds. I was hyper-aware of their sexuality. I was in a meeting where there were a number of us and one co- worker was giving a talk on the status of the project he was managing. I'd always been attracted to him but had never really talked with him about the possibility of a date or anything like that. After all, as far as I could tell, he was straight. He certainly didn't set my gaydar off. Besides, he wore a wedding band on his left ring finger and had pictures of himself and his wife and kids on his desk. But he was a very good-looking dude, with close-cropped blond hair, blue eyes to die for and a warm smile. Anyway, as he talked, he was writing on the white board and I could see the perspiration patches under his arms and the fragrance wafted through the air. Then I picked up that other sensation, again with my nose. He wasn't looking at me, thank god, but rather at one of our female co-workers and he had a warm excitement focused on her. But the awareness of his sexual arousal proved to be a real turn-on for me. I wanted to get up and go over to him and suck on his armpits and lick his body. My horse schlong lengthened and stiffened at the thought.

I shook my head and tried to push the thoughts out of my mind. Why was I so focused on sex? And what's with this horse anatomy? I tried to focus on the meeting but my thoughts kept returning to Steve and his body. I decided to try taking notes so as to force myself to pay attention. But even that proved difficult. I kept changing the name of the project from EQUATE to EQUUS.

I struggled through the day and boarded my usual train for home, drained and edgy. When I got home, I prepared something to eat and sat down to my PC. After booting up, I downloaded my e-mail and found a message from the webmaster at the "Horseman's mind" site. When I saw the "From", my horse-cock surged against my trousers and I unzipped to give it some freedom after a long, hard day of confinement. The message read:

"Greetings from your Horsemaster. I trust my pony has had a good day and been a good boy. I bet you've been thinking about your horse cock all day long, haven't you?"

"Yes," I said aloud, stroking my swelling member.

"I thought you might. You're probably touching it right now, aren't you? Well don't jack off. The Horsemaster doesn't want his pony wasting his seed. The Horsemaster will tell you when you can come. You want to be a good pony for your Horsemaster don't you boy?"

"Yes," I said, easing up on my strokes.

“Did you shave your body this morning as I ordered? Are you now sleek like a racehorse should be?”

“Yes Sir,” I whispered, reaching through my shirt front and rubbing my smooth chest and nipples.

"Did you wear your jock strap today boy? I told you that you'd want to wear it. Did you?"

"Yes Sir," I said, realizing I was speaking as though he were listening. But somehow, I felt he knew what my answers would be. He seemed to know everything about me.

"And I bet you were aware of men in ways that you'd never experienced before, weren't you boy?'

"Yes Sir," I answered.

"You had no idea it could be that way, did you? And you know I did that for you don't you boy?"

"Yes Sir," I said, the truth of that suddenly hitting me. Of course that was it! He'd given me the ability to smell and sense the sexual tension in other men. I read on eagerly.

"You want more of that, don't you boy? You want to have the same senses horses have. You want to be able to run and smell the wind. You want to be able to smell other horses and know what they're feeling, don't you boy?"

"Yes Sir, please. Tell me how," I begged, pre-cum smearing my hand.

"I can give you that boy. Make sure you have your jock strap with you and then just click on the link and I'll help you. But before you click on the link and find your reason for living, send me an e-mail and tell me what size you are. Tell your Horsemaster the size of your chest, your height and weight, the size of your waist and your neck and your shoe size. Lastly, tell me how long your cock is when it's fully erect and when it's flaccid. When you've followed my instructions and sent your Horsemaster that e-mail you can select the link and come even closer to your dreams. You want to have that don't you my pony boy. You want to be bridled, don't you boy? You want to be broken and rode, don't you my boy? My pony boy!"

"Yes Sir. Please show me how!" I pleaded.

By now, I was in such a state of excitement, I could barely control myself. My hands were shaking and my body shuddered with excitement as I opened my e-mail to send him my response.

I'd never measured my cock before so I went to find a tape measure to get its length. At this point, there was no question of my being able measure it flaccid so I made an educated guess. I typed the information Horsemaster demanded, hit the "send" icon and eagerly selected URL that was imbedded in the message.

A black screen came up and then, by bits and pieces, began to assemble into that swirling pattern of stampeding horses. With my mouth hanging open, I stared at the screen and was lost.

Run with the Stallions - Chapter 3

When I awoke, the screen had highlighted text on it:

"You're a good pony boy. Be sure you don't wash your jock strap. You have your instructions. Report to your Horsemaster tomorrow."

I read the words and said "Yes Master," and turned off my PC. Drool had run down my jaw and dripped onto my naked chest and dried there. My hand had dried cum on it and there was a sticky clump in the pouch of my jock. I held it to my nose and inhaled the aroma. Then I took the mesh in my mouth and sucked on it, savoring the taste of my seed. I was careful not to suck it clean; that would not have made Master happy. He wanted his pony boy to smell like a horse and the smell of semen was part of that. So I permitted myself a taste and that was all.

I showered, making sure my horse cock and balls were smooth and my bush was neat. I ran my hands over my torso and found it still smooth after only one day. Then I pulled on my jock to cradle my member and dressed for work. I suffered through another day of masculine smells and awareness, always aware that my own horse dick was eager to be free. In the afternoon, I knocked on my boss's door and after the usual pleasantries, told him I needed to be gone on personal business for a couple of weeks. Yes, it was sudden and I was sorry, but there was no alternative; I had to see to this. No, I didn't really feel I could talk about it at this point; perhaps when I got back. Then I took my train home.

This time, I ate my dinner before I booted my PC. I'd learned from my previous encounters with the Horsemaster that if I didn't eat now, I might not eat at all. When I'd finished and cleaned up, I hurried to my computer and downloaded my e-mail. Sure enough, there was my message from my Horsemaster.

"Are you ready pony boy? Are you ready to come to me? You know you want to. You know in your heart that's what you need, don't you boy?"

"Yes Master," I answered. "I know I need to come to you."

"That's my good pony boy," the message read. "Open the attachment and print it off. That will tell you everything you need to know to come to me. When you've printed it off, select the link below. I'm proud of my pony boy."

I felt a flush of happiness; my Horsemaster was proud of me. I knew I would be a good horse for him. I printed the instructions and selected the embedded link. Once again, there was the dancing, swirling stampede of horses. And soon, I'd be among them!

I rose the next morning and showered. I dressed in my jock, jeans, a tee shirt and athletic shoes. I didn't need anything else. Horsemaster would see to all my needs. I locked my apartment, pocketed the key and headed for the train station. I didn't take my usual train into the city however; I took a train headed toward the wide-open country. As the houses thinned out and opened onto pastures and farms, my heart began to lift. At last, I was going to have my dream.

After several hours on the train, we arrived at my stop. I stepped onto the platform and saw him. He was dressed in tight riding pants that were tucked into his polished, calf-high boots. There were spurs on his boots and he wore a polo shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned. I saw the dark shadow of hair at the base of his throat that told me he was well-furred. As I approached him, he held out his hand looking searchingly into my eyes with his sharp blue eyes. There was gray on the sides of his head giving him a very distinguished appearance.

"I'm glad you've come," he said, his baritone quiet but authoritative. "I knew you would. Welcome to the Horseman."

"Thank you Sir," I said taking his hand and bowing my head slightly. I really wanted to fall to my knees and lick his boots but I knew that wouldn't be understood or appreciated here at the station, even though there were few people around. Somehow I knew that he preferred to keep the nature of his "work" discreet.

"Good boy," he said quietly. "Come with me."

He turned and led me away from the station. Off the road, in a secluded cul-de-sac, was a pickup truck with a horse trailer. The door on the side of the trailer was open and he stepped up into the darkness.

"Tch, tch, Come on boy," he said, giving that clicking of the tongue you so often hear riders use to urge their mounts on. He beckoned me to follow him into the trailer. My cock arching painfully against my jeans, I stepped up and in.

He placed his hand on my lower back and maneuvered me to the front of the trailer.

"Remove your clothing and place your things in this bag," he ordered and I immediately began to comply.

My hands were shaking as I pulled off my shirt and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my clothes off and placed them in the canvas bag. The coolness inside the trailer made my nipples shrink and pucker, pushing the well-developed nubs into little erect cones. Once I was naked, I stood before him, suddenly aware of the strange juxtaposition. Here he was fully clothed and I was standing there naked. My trembling hands automatically moved to cover my exposed genitals and my knees felt weak. I thought I might be sick to my stomach, so acute were the butterflies inside me.

"Put your hands behind your back," he ordered. "A horse does not cover himself before his Master. Soon you'll think nothing of it, but for now, I want your hands behind your back."

"Yes Sir," I answered and instantly obeyed.

"My pony's nervous isn't he?" he asked me kindly.

"Yes Sir," I said. "I guess it's obvious, since I've never done anything like this before."

"It's alright boy. You'll be fine. Just calm down and relax. I'm going to take care of you from now on. You'll be fine. You'll be all right."

His voice was soft, low and reassuring as he rubbed my rump and scratched behind my ears. Those words and the feel of his hands on my naked body triggered something inside me and I began to calm down and the butterflies stopped fluttering.

He looked me up and down and ran his hands over my body. He lifted my horse cock and balls and squeezed them, causing me to grunt. He pinched my nipples and gave each of them a twist, making me groan. He put on a pair of leather gloves and pulled my mouth open to examine my teeth. He inspected my ears and eyes. He lifted my legs and tested my strength. All the while, he was murmuring to himself.

"Good, good. Fine. That's fine."

At last, he finished and slapped my butt with his gloved hand.

"Very good boy. You'll do fine. I may opt to keep your body shaved; I'll have to decide when I determine the best team to put you with. Or I may have your hair permanently removed. But we’ll cross that bridge later."

"Thank You Sir," I said.

A blow across the cheek rocked me back and sent stars showering across my vision.

"Be silent," he said sharply. "Horses do not speak. You will learn how you are to communicate soon, but for now, just be silent."

I started to say something but caught myself. I merely hung my head and nodded slightly.

“Good boy,” he said softly, rubbing my back. “You’re a quick one. I like that.”

Master reached into a small cabinet on the side of the trailer and pulled out a pair of boots, socks and a pair of odd-looking leather objects. Then he picked up some sort of harness, which he fit over my head. It had straps that went over the top of my head from front to back, joining to a strap that crossed my forehead from side to side. There were straps that went down the sides of my face and buckled under my jaw. After he put it on I tested to see whether or not I could still open my mouth and found I could. But for some reason, I'd lost the ability to speak. I knew what the words meant but my brain had forgotten how to make the sounds.

"This is your training halter," he said, holding my jaw in his hand on looking me directly in the eyes. "When we get to the farm and have you measured, you'll get your bridle. But I need to know what size bit to fit you with and my stable master will take care of that."

Saying that, he took two longer straps that were hanging from the halter and tied them to a rail at the front of the trailer. Then he moved behind me and, standing with his back to me, lifted my right foot and pulled a thick sock over it. I could feel a boot sliding on and being laced. The boot fit perfectly and I realized why he'd ordered me to tell him my shoe size. After my right foot was booted, he repeated the action on my left foot.

After booting me, he moved back to my side.

"Give me your hands," he ordered and I placed my hands in his.

He examined my hands, checking the condition of my nails and confirming I wasn't wearing any rings. Then he placed my hand into one of the strange leather objects and buckled it around my wrist with two straps. He put one on my right hand and another on my left. When he'd finished I raised my arms and saw that he'd put me into mitts that resembled horses' hooves. They were hoof shaped on the bottom and made of hard leather. I felt a rush of excitement and fear as I realized that it would've proved very difficult for me to remove them by myself since I'd effectively lost the use of my hands (except perhaps as clubs). I was now under Master's control. My horse cock responded by throbbing several times, slapping against my belly.

"Now let's take care of that!" Master said, slapping my bobbing dick.

He put a belt around my waist and buckled it in back. Then he took a leather sheath and slid my horse cock into it. The sheath was cut to such a length that about an inch of my cock protruded from the end of it. There was a snap on the top of the sheath that matched a snap on the belt and pushing a finger inside the sheath, scrunching my cock as he did, he snapped the sheath to the belt.

"There," he said, "now you look more like a horse should."

I looked down and realize this was true. Horses' cocks are sheathed and held against their abdomens as mine now was. My horse dong was very happy, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum over its swollen head and enclosing sheath. Master had gotten some of my honey on his hands while he was fitting me into my sheath and he wiped his hands on my hair to clean them off.

Master rubbed the palm of his hand over the exposed part of my penis, making me shudder and moan. At the same time, he was using his other hand to pinch my tits.

"You're ready to go now boy. I think you'll be very happy in my stables," he said soothingly.

I shook my head and my legs began to jerk as I felt myself drawing closer to the edge.

"Don't come," he ordered, pinching the oozing head of my cock between his thumb and finger. "Ponies aren't permitted to come unless their masters give them permission. It's not time yet. I'll be seeing to your initiation into the herd and then I'll let you know when it's your time to come. Do you understand boy?"

Remembering that I didn't speak, I shook my head in an affirmative.

"Good boy," he said, slapping my rump. "Open your mouth."

When I did as he'd ordered, he placed his fingers in my mouth.

"Clean," he ordered and obediently, I licked my own pre-cum off his fingers. When I'd finished, he once again dried his hands on my head.

"Let's go to the farm where you'll be welcomed by your herd."

He stepped out of the trailer, closed the door and in a few moments, I heard the engine start and the trailer began to roll, taking me to my new life as one of the Horsemaster's herd.

End Part 1.