Title: Run with the Stallions - 02

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

Date: July 2, 2003 Revised October, 2007

Run with the Stallions - Chapter 4

Riding in a rolling horse trailer while standing is a challenging experience. When we would turn or go over a bump, I had to use my "hooves" to brace myself to keep from falling. The first time we hit a bump, I fell to my knees and since my halter was tethered to the hook, my head was jerked upward as I went down. I figured out that I needed to stay on my feet or end up with a very sore, or possibly broken, neck. So I placed my hooves on the walls on either side of me so that I could maintain my balance.

I could see a bit of the passing scenery through a window in the side of the trailer but since my halter was tethered to the trailer, I couldn't position myself so that my face was near the opening and had to satisfy my curiosity with a small-framed view of my new world. I could make out trees and rolling hills. And, I realized, my enhanced sense of smell was telling me a great deal. I could smell trees, which then gave way to tilled fields and I could imagine what the country-side looked like as it changed from town to country. After we'd been driving for an hour or so, the fields gave way to open pastures and my heart began to race. By this time, my horse dick had calmed down and retracted within its sheath.

Finally, we stopped and I heard a gate opening. As the truck rolled again, I could see a high fence to the side I could see out off and realized we must have arrived at the farm. I heard the gate slide back into place once we were through and I began to become excited again. What would I find when we got there? What would my life be like? How would it feel to live out my fantasies and run like a horse with others of my own breed?

We drove on for what I guessed to be another quarter of an hour and I realize this must have been a very large farm and thus, very private: a wise idea given what I imagined went on here. At last, the trailer rolled to a stop. I heard the truck door slam and in moments, the trailer door opened, flooding the trailer with light and making me squint in the brightness.

Master entered the trailer, un-tethered my halter and taking the reins, led me from the trailer. Stepping out into the afternoon light, I saw a large barn and other farm buildings nearby. The main house was large, with double wings and must have had at least ten bedrooms, I surmised with my quick glance. I also surmised that I would probably never see the inside of the house and so dismissed it from my mind. My world would be centered on the barn into which Master was now leading me.

Everything seemed perfectly settled in my mind. I knew this was where I belonged after a lifetime of hidden fantasy and desire. Master had been waiting for me and when I stumbled upon his site, he was ready to welcome me home. He'd already begun my initiation and training, giving me access to senses that had long lain dormant and helping me to see the rightness of belonging to him and being part of his herd. This gave me a wonderful sense of peace as well as excitement. I had no qualms about abandoning the quotidian life I was leaving behind with its ceaseless drudgery for masters who didn't give a crap about those who slaved away for them and gave no thought to rewarding them or making them feel they belonged. This Master, I knew, was different. I would labor for him and serve him and he would show his appreciation by seeing to my welfare and need to belong.

As we approached the barn, I began to smell the musk and sweat of the other horses and could "taste" their pheromones; sexual excitement was rising from within. I'd not yet learned which smells and tastes went with which of the other horses, but I could already sense there were differences. I began to tremble and eagerly stamp my feet.

We entered the barn and, for the first time, I saw my new home. There were stalls on either side of the barn; probably twenty in all. Each had a sign with a name over it: names like "Thunderstruck", "Quick Lightening" and "Randy boy". Standing tethered in each stall was a man-horse and each was magnificent.

They were all in superb physical condition with taut, strong muscles covered by bronzed skin. Some were hairy, some seemed naturally smooth. Some were blonde, a couple of redheads, some with black hair and some with brown. Some appeared to have been shaved from head to foot. Some appeared as though no hair grew on their sleek bodies and I realized that that's what might be in store for me if Master decided to put me with a denuded team. Each of them had a bridle, boots, leather hooves like mine covering their hands and a sheath belt confining their cocks. Other than that, they were all naked as I. As I looked closely, I also realize that each of them had rings through both larger-than-usual nipples. I knew then that my own nipples would soon be pumped and pierced. At that point, I had no idea how useful nipple rings were for controlling a mount.

Master led me toward an empty stall and stopped in front of it, turning me so that I faced out into the barn and the other horses.

"Boys, this is our new colt. His name is 'Wild Fire'. I know you'll welcome him to the herd."

Master nodded to the grooms, whom I could easily identify because they were wearing tight pants tucked into shiny riding boots and open leather vests. The grooms went through the barn, unsnapping and removing each mount's sheath, allowing their swelling cocks to hang free. Then the grooms went through the barn, removing the horses' bridles. Attached to the bridles were metal bits that fit into the horses' mouths. It wasn't till I received my own bridle that I found that the bit fit behind my back teeth and held my tongue down, preventing most lingual movement other than licking.

As the horses were unbridled they began to paw the ground and move out of their stalls, walking toward the side door of the barn. Master pulled on my halter and led me to the side door as well. I could see that it opened onto a pasture enclosed by a traditional white board fence. We stood a moment while the rest of the horses left the barn and assembled before the Master.

"All right boys!" he said loudly. "Here's the new addition. Initiate him and bring him into the herd. I'll be back to complete his induction."

Saying this, he took the reins and whipped my bare butt, sending me running across the grass. The other horses neighed and took off after me. At first, I didn't understand what was happening, but I could taste and smell the sexual excitement. The combined smells of sweat, musk and sex went to my head and my cock surged against its sheath. Why was I the only one who was still sheathed? I wondered as I ran. Then the others began to catch up with me and, being more used to running than I, passed me and began to close around me. I smelled aggression and fear in the air. Then I realized the fear was mine. Before I knew what was happening, I was in the midst of the herd of nine or ten man-horses, and they began to slow. We were still moving when, suddenly, I felt someone lean over and bite me on the back of my neck. I turned to confront him and was bitten again by another. They all began to nip at me as I wheeled and turned, trying to avoid the bites. I was bitten on my nipples and rump and was desperate to get away. They were snorting and breathing hard, filling the air with their scent and making my horse dick throb in spite of the assaults on me.

Suddenly, I was tripped and went down on my hooves and knees amidst the swirling legs of the herd. I tried to get up but found that I couldn't because horses were kneeling on my legs and leaning across my back. They were licking me and whinnying. Someone got under me and began nipping at my tits, making me wild with lust. Then he moved his mouth to my cock and sucked it down. I reared my head and bellowed like a stallion as he nibbled at my horse dick. As he worked away, immobilizing me with pleasure, I became aware that the other members of the herd were now standing quietly around me, waiting. As I wondered what was going on, the horse on my dick released me and rose to his feet. I crouched there, unsure of what to do when I felt a hot splash across my back and ass. I turned my head to see the largest horse of the herd standing behind me. He was dark-haired and at least six foot four, weighing in at 230 pounds I guessed and all of it muscle. There was a forest of brown fur on his chest and he truly was hung like a horse, his cock being ten inches long and as thick as a beer can. And from the tip of that beer can was flowing a stream of steaming piss as he marked me as newcomer to the herd. He was obviously the alpha horse of the herd. My nostrils flared at the strong smell of his piss and sex and I turned to catch some of his flow in my mouth. I wanted to taste him-all of him. I rose to my knees to follow the flow and closed on his flooding horse schlong. When I reached it, I closed my mouth over it, swallowing as fast as I could. But I couldn't keep up and piss spilled out of my mouth and down my smooth chest, burning my sore nipples and running down my belly to dribble off my own horse dick.

When the alpha finished, another took his place, pissing over my head and face, marking me with his scent and claiming me for the herd. Each horse took his turn with me, dousing Wild Fire, the new pony. The "pecking order" was well-established until the last three were waiting to mark me. Then a bit of a tussle broke out as the last three vied for dominance. They began biting and attempting to mount one another. Watching them, I suddenly had an inkling of what else was in store for me as part of my "initiation". The smaller of the three but the one who was more wiry and quick, pushed another of his team mates to the ground and thrust his horse cock into his ass. The one on the ground squealed and tried to get away but the smaller horse held him with his hooves and whinnied loudly, biting his neck and asserting his dominance. At last, the horse on the bottom surrendered and accepted his fucking. The third, who'd been watching this, got to the ground and lowered his head to the winner, submitting himself to the stronger horse.

When the positions of the last three had been sorted, the winner of this minor battle pulled out of the loser and turned on me to mark me with his piss as had the others. Again, I drank his urine, though my belly was beginning to swell with the accumulated fluids. The third horse who'd watched the skirmish came next and finally, the loser. I knelt there in a pool of piss awaiting the next step in my induction into the herd. By this time, my own bladder was filling with all the piss I'd drunk on top of what had collected since I began my trip this morning. Not knowing what to do, I started to empty my bladder as I knelt there, thinking to add my own piss to the pool. But the alpha horse pushed me onto my back with his foot and forced me to continue pissing, wetting myself with my own piss and the consumed piss of the others as I lay there in the puddle. My degradation was complete and my horse cock rose in salute to those who dominated me.

When I'd emptied my bladder, I rolled over onto my hooves and knees and crawled to the alpha horse. I bent my head, placed my mouth on the toe of his boot and proceeded to lick his boots. The other horse neighed and stamped their feet in what I took to be approval of my self-abasement and submission to the leader of the herd. When I was finished licking his boots, I raised myself and opened my mouth in complete surrender. He snorted and placed his horse dick in my mouth. Then, pulling out of me, he pushed me down so that I was once again on all fours. Four of the other members of the herd lifted me with their hooves placed under my chest, belly and pelvis and carried me into the barn. There, they placed me on my belly across a saddle stand. They pawed at the floor, indicating that they needed the grooms' assistance. Having use of their hands, the grooms cooperated with the herd's wishes and bound me to the stand with wide leather straps across my back and pelvis.

The alpha male approached and lifting my face with his hoof under my chin, thrust his hard horse dick into my open mouth and fucked my hungry throat. I had to will myself not to gag and choke on his huge tool. With his pubes pushed against my nose, I could smell his scent and taste his pheromones and began to be able to differentiate his unique taste and scent. I had use of my tongue and did my best to stimulate his cock, licking at the underside and tickling his head when he'd pull back. When he was sufficiently hard, his cock leaking tasty pre-cum down my throat and slathered with my spit, he withdrew and walked behind me. I knew what was coming and fought my natural fear, trying to open my horse cunt for his conquest. He speared my waiting ass and after getting the massive head of his horse cock past my screaming sphincter, shoved it home and commenced fucking me with abandon. He neighed his pleasure and thrust hard against me, his low-hanging testicles slapping against my balls. My own sheathed horse dick was trapped under my belly and, extending beyond the end of my sheath in a full, hard erection, was oozing pre-cum on the surface beneath me. I understood why the other members of the herd had been unsheathed and I was not; I wouldn't be doing any fucking today: I was only to be the recipient.

The alpha's speed increased and in minutes, he was bellowing and stamping as he came inside my horse cunt. Under other circumstances, I might have come myself but I knew that I wasn't permitted to do so until Master told me I could.

When the alpha pulled out of me, the rest of the herd moved in. Standing in front of me, they presented their horse dicks for my oral preparation and then went behind to fuck me, each in his turn. At least I was getting it at both ends now. I reasoned that the alpha had had sole use of me as a mark of his status in the herd but now I would be shared. So as soon as the second horse pulled out of my mouth and moved behind me, the third plugged my mouth while the second plugged my ass. As each one placed his cock in my mouth for the second time (the first being when I'd drunk their piss), I was able to identify his smell and taste. With enough practice, I'd soon be able to identify my herd mates through smell and taste alone.

Each had his time in my mouth and then my ass. The struggle for place that had occurred in the field did not repeat itself here. The order had been established, at least for the time being. How long would it last, I wondered. How long before I competed for position and status and tried to take on the other stallions? How long would I be "the new colt"? I realized that status here was nothing like status in my former life. Here status was strictly based on physical strength, prowess and the ability to assert your dominance. And the strength of your pheromones and their ability to intimidate your herd mates. I had to wonder about my own pheromones. Would they be powerful enough to overcome? But at that point, I only wanted to submit to the domination of others.

Finally, my herd mates had finished with me. Horse spunk ran down my legs from my well-fucked hole and I smelled like an uncleaned stall. Each member of the herd had marked me and I was now a member of the Horsemaster's herd of man-horses. All my herd mates were whinnying and stamping their booted feet.

Suddenly, they were all silent: Horsemaster had come back to complete my induction. He walked to my rump and put his nose in my running hole. Then he licked it, making me whimper and moan. I hadn't come in two days and after a long day of anticipation, I was a very hungry horse. He tickled my pucker with his tongue and squeezed my hanging testicles. Then he rose and moved to stand in front of me. He unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out of his fly and my eyes grew wide. He was as large as the alpha horse and I was glad I'd been well-stretched before having to take him. I could also taste his authority and dominance. It was clear that he was Master here.

He took his large penis in his hand and placed it in my mouth. I bathed it and ministered to it as gently and yet as vigorously as I could. He became stiff fairly quickly and I could taste his pre-cum drizzling down my throat. The smell and taste made my horse cunt ache for him. His cock was throbbing as he pulled out of me and walked behind to my eager hole. He positioned himself at the entrance to my chute and began to press forward. I willed myself to once again open and receive my Master's gift to his new horse. He slipped in and when I felt his wiry hairs against my ass cheeks, he began to thrust. I was so excited to have him in me finally that I began to buck against the straps holding me on the saddle stand. Two of the grooms sprang to hold the stand's legs so that I didn't tip it over in my enthusiasm. Master reached under my chest and pinched my nipples, making me even more aroused. My sphincters clutched at my Master's cock and I tried to massage him with my muscles. His movements came faster and faster and he talked to me, telling me what a good horse I was and what a good fuck. He told me he'd be riding me a lot. I glowed with pleasure, knowing that my Master was pleased with his new horse. Faster and faster he thrust until I could feel his cock beginning to spasm.

"OK boy, come now. You can come for your Master," he gasped.

Whinnying and bellowing, the cum shot out of my piss slit and filled the spaces between my belly and the saddle stand. With him in me, I came and came. I was at one with my Horsemaster.

Run with the Stallions - Chapter 5

Master turned to one of the grooms.

“Steven, bring in the other geldings. Wild Fire needs to see the rest of his herd.”

I was trying to understand the implications of what Master had just said but couldn’t connect the dots. Then Master said something that froze my blood.

“I’ve decided I have enough stallions in my herd. But I like you boy, and I like your enthusiasm for being used, so I’m going to keep you. But too many stallions make for trouble and psychologically, I think you’re more of a gelding than a stallion, right boy? Get the burdizzo Mark.”

One of the grooms scurried away and came back with an implement that looked like an unusual pair of pliers with a wide, sharp end. He handed it to my Horsemaster.

“I’m taking your balls Wild Fire because they belong to me anyway. You don’t need them anymore. I’ll take care of your hormonal health but your sexual needs will be strictly found in your cunt so a good fucking from me or one of my stallions will be your release from now on.”

I had a moment of panic and jerked against my bonds, rocking the saddle stand. I wasn’t prepared for this. I wanted to be a stallion, not a gelding. I whined with terror and anxiety. Master stroked my head and back and moved around to my head.

“Look at me boy,” he said gently. “Look in my eyes.”

I lifted my head to look into his sharp blue eyes. His expression was firm but not unkind.

“Do you trust me Wild Fire? Do you trust your Horsemaster?” he asked me.

I saw my future and my place in those eyes, the eyes of my Master and I nodded my head.

“Good,” he said. “And you know I want only the best for each horse in my herd, right?”

Again, I nodded my head. But did it have to be this? Did he have to take my balls? My manhood? But what was I thinking? He’d already taken my manhood. I’d surrendered completely to him and become his livestock, one of his horses. An owner didn’t ask a horse whether the horse wanted to be gelded or not; he did what he needed to do. My head sagged onto the saddle stand as it hit home what was about to happen; what I’d agreed to.

At that moment, the groom, Steven, came in leading several other horses. My eyes were riveted on their crotches. They had varying degrees of endowment, from large to quite small. But the thing that set them all apart from the stallions in the herd was that they had no scrotums or testicles; nothing beneath their dicks. And they were, uniformly, utterly hairless. No hint of stubble or growth: they were completely smooth. A couple of them, those with smaller cocks, seemed to be developing breasts. Master was gracious enough to explain to me, knowing that I was curious and disturbed by what I was seeing.

“With those geldings who were never well-hung we’ve made the decision to soften them; to feminize them. That gives pleasure to the grooms and to me. Some of us are very fond of large-breasted men. And even though you have a decent endowment, I’ve decided to do that with you because of your psychological tendencies toward submission. I’m looking forward to nuzzling into your breasts once they’ve properly expanded. Of course, the hormones will cause your penis to shrink somewhat but that is of no concern to you, as you won’t be using it again, except to piss, as I’ve already indicated. So, enough of that. Let’s proceed.”

I felt the jaws of the burdizzo closing against my scrotum and raised my head and arched my back as the pain shot from my groin to my skull and back again. I knew in that instant that my balls were gone and I roared in pain and despair.

# # #

The burdizzon is an effective implement and there was little to the healing. It felt so strange to no longer have my balls swinging between my legs and rubbing against my thighs, but as time passed, I grew accustomed to having nothing there.

They began my hormone treatments almost immediately and, within a couple of months, my hard pecs had blossomed into soft, large breasts with large nipples riding on them. Daily pumping on my tits helped expand them and made them more sensitive. Master and the grooms did enjoy milking them and then fucking me afterward. Sometimes, Master orders all of us geldings into the pastures with the stallions and we are fair game for them. They vie over us, pissing on us and contesting the right to fuck us. Once they mount and claim a gelding, they also will roll him over and suckle on his breasts, if he is one of those who have been modified in this way.

I’ve been part of the Horsemaster’s herd for a year now and each night, I dream of those days when I can, once again, run with the stallions.

Finis