A Pony Called Rock Part IV

Rock looked to left and right in the treadmill and saw grooms step up behind the other ponies. “Look at the wall! Slave!” Rock looked at the wall in front of him nothing but solid brick. He assumed the man who’d spoken was the groom standing behind him. Each groom then started whipping the slave in front of them. Rock screamed not this as well. “You’ve got to get used to the whip, Slave! If you think this is hard wait till you’ve met your first clients. Clients whip much harder I’ve seen ponies with their backs cut to ribbons. Whipping will go on the whole time you’re on the treadmills until you get to a decent racing speed. Now move it.”

Rock increased his pace. He heard the door open and then a glance to left and right he saw the two ponies he’d seen gelded forced to get on the treadmills. “Yeah you saw them gelded, look at them again and I’ll geld you myself,” Rock turned to face the wall again. “Or rather I’ll finish what you’re former owner started.”

Evening came and a groom came, he removed the prod and put Rock’s tail back in his rear-hole. He removed Rock from the treadmill he took him back to the training barn attached his lead rope and that to the wall then removed the reins and hung them up. “Eat!” Rock looked down and saw that the mash had already been dumped in his manger, he bent and obeyed. “Treadmill again tomorrow,” more of the same for two weeks Rock thought sourly. The groom removed the tail: then he freed his cock from his trousers. “Stay bent over,” Rock screamed as the groom thrust into him then came the other grooms, the other ponies ignored it, they’d all been gang-raped during the day it was just Rock’s turn that was all. After the rape the last groom to use Rock thrust the tail back into Rock’s sore and battered rear-hole.

For the first time Rock noticed the cameras trained on each stall and new that Robinson had probably order the grooms to rape the pony-slaves in the training barn and he suspected that it would happen every night while he was in the barn, his sobs joined the other slaves. “Robinson changed the rules, you no longer get to sleep lying down, you’re not human anymore just another pony and horses sleep standing up so, so do you.” The groom laughed and left. Rock was disgruntled at that as the others were able to lie down, but he thought it might be punishment for not allowing himself to be led to the schooling yard. Rock was just relieved that he had kept his balls. Rock found it difficult but he found when a groom woke him in the morning that he had managed to stay upright.

The next morning it all happened again, first a feed then the groom washed him down with freezing cold water and out to the treadmill. Again a prod up his rear-hole this time a higher voltage and his screams echoed round the shed. Soon grooms led other ponies in to join Rock in his torment, the groom with Rock just carried on whipping him yelling at him to run faster. “Faster, shithead, faster! You’re not trying you can do better than that! If you don’t try I’ll just leave you there all night as well.” Rock thought the suffering would never end, but he swore to try to escape.

The two weeks passed and a groom again led Rock to the schooling yard, the trainer mounted the saddle, jammed his feet into the stirrups and again Rock squealed in agony. “Walk on!” Rock obeyed pretty soon the trainer had him running round the perimeter. “Still not trying had enough,” the trainer had the groom take Rock to stand between the two poles where Rock had seen him whipping a slave two weeks ago. The groom tied him spread out between the poles and facing away from the trainer. “Right! Perhaps tomorrow you’ll try harder, you’d better,” the trainer began to whip him Rock screamed and jerked in his bonds every lash was pure agony.

They untied him and the trainer mounted him again, this time he rode him out of the schooling yard and towards a track, he yanked the reins pulling Rock up short. Rock squealed and stopped. Rock looked at his nipples which were on fire with the pain of the trainers feet in the stirrups. “Recognise those two?” Rock looked up and saw the two ponies he’d seen gelded the day before he nodded. “Look alike don’t they?” Rock nodded again. “Not surprising really they’re twins. I’ll tell you something about them. They found out about this place, tried to blackmail the master, he had some of us go with him. They thought he’d come to pay them. Boy were they surprised when we just grabbed them and hustled them into the van.” Rock looked at the two men as they were harnessed to a pleasure carriage, Robinson directing operations saw him and came over with him was an attractive woman.

“Disobeyed again did he?”

“Didn’t try hard enough, Master,” the trainer replied.

“They didn’t try at first too, now they do.”

The woman held some sugar cubes up to Rock’s mouth; he accepted it how often he’d get something sweet he didn’t know. “Is he down for gelding races, Peter?”

“No, cockles races, his balls are tethered up inside him right by his prostate.”

“Ooh, bet he’s forever on the verge of coming. Are your balls full?” Rock knew they were and nodded. “Bet you want to piss too,” Rock nodded his bladder was painfully full. “So you’re a pony an animal, show me how you piss,” Rock blushed with embarrassment but didn’t want another beating he spread his legs slightly and released his piss he heard it as it hit the ground but at least his bladder was empty. “When did he last gain relief?”

“Well before I bought him, the last time was probably before his last owner enslaved him?”

“Ooh, did he belong to Joe?”

“Yes, he was Joe’s partner.”

“You talked of your little FED pony, is he it.”

“Yes. His name was Rock Joe called him Rockette. Rockette’s not really suitable for a pony. You name him.”
“Ooh, can I?” Robinson nodded. “How about Rock-a-bye?”

“Good choice. You hear that pony and you better answer to it. Come on Sam let’s go for this drive.” Robinson and the woman left to get in the carriage the two blonde ponies put their weight into their harness and pulled the carriage forward as Robinson encouraged them with his whip.

The trainer turned Rock and rode him to the training barn; he dismounted and handed his reins to the groom. “Master Robinson named him or rather Sam did, he’s to be called Rock-a-bye. Have him whipped tonight to make sure he answers to it and for pissing in front of the master.” Rock squealed he’d been given permission. The groom led him inside and tethered him in his stall; he fed him then as the night before they made him bend while they raped him. Finally they whipped him for four hours yelling his new name at him over and over again. The groom unlocked the catches on his boots. “Master only ordered you to sleep standing up cause you played up yesterday.” Rock took a drink, he’d been right it had been a punishment. He lay down and went to sleep.

The next day more in the schooling yard then on to the tracks where the trainer put him into a run, Rock’s breath came in pants but he ran on under the encouragement of the trainer’s whip. What he hated was the pull on his nipple at times he thought the rings would tear out of his nipples. “Whoa!” Rock pulled up obediently he saw Robinson and the woman.

“He’s fast,” Robinson said. “Have him ready for his first race in two weeks. And tonight have every groom on the farm fuck him and make sure it lasts all night.”

“He could do gig races as well,” the trainer said.

“Yes, if he does I’d like him to be able to pull single and double have we any ponies to match him with?”

“No, we’ll have to procure one.”

“Make it a FED tether him and come with me,” the trainer dismounted and tethered Rock to the rails. The woman thrust her fingers into his hole.

“Had a hand up there, have you?” Rock nodded, he remembered Robinson raping him with his fist, he glanced over to Robinson. “Yes, he would, he likes that, so do I,” she proceeded to fist fuck him. Rock could see that Robinson and the trainer were talking in hushed whispers but couldn’t hear them.

“I have an idea,” Robinson said, “his former partner Joe Walker. He owns the Washington Club not the Country Club and he’s not above blackmailing our clients. Have him kidnapped and brought here. We’ll make him sign the club over and train him in the same way as Rock-a-bye. I want Rock-a-bye in the racing barn before he arrives and I want Joe to match Rock-a-bye in every way so that means removal of his cock and his balls up inside him,” the trainer laughed and nodded thinking it would be a pleasure he had no liking for Joe Walker or Petrovich.

“What about Petrovich?”

“Take him too, the Washington Ballet School can find another teacher probably a better one. I want him neutered and dancing for me with the trio of ballet slaves that he and Joe own at the moment,” the trainer nodded smiling. They walked back to the rails; Rock’s pants of arousal were coming faster and faster. “He’s going to be busy tonight, his balls will refill and it is time he had relief we don’t want him dying on us. Spread your legs,” Rock obeyed moving his legs the required distance so that his feet were two feet apart. “Now, Sam make him come.” Rock blinked is she went on he would come and he knew that he’d be beaten for it as Robinson hadn’t actually given him permission. Pretty soon he was too far gone, Rock groaned as his seed rushed out dropping to the ground. The trainer unlocked the catches on Rock’s boots and forced him down to his knees. Now Rock’s mouth was level with the woman’s crotch. He saw that she was wearing leather trousers which were crotchless.

“Ooh, yes, pony suck me!” Rock blinked and thrust his mouth over her clit and sex-hole, he licked and sucked until she moaned pressing herself more firmly onto his face she came her juices flooding over him. Then Robinson made him suck his cock followed by the trainer. The trainer then made Rock lean down and eat the earth still stained with his seed. The trainer hauled Rock up to his feet and locked the boots again.

“Right! Remember he races in two weeks.” The trainer nodded and mounted Rock and rode him back to the training barn.

“Feed him whip him and Master wants him fucked by every groom on the farm all night, he’s to get no sleep. Tomorrow take him to the racing barn, he races in two weeks, I’ll need six men to go to Washington with me.” The trainer left and the groom fed Rock then came the beating for two hours, Rock’s cries echoed round the barn. Then the groom raped him followed by the other’s in the barn and then more grooms came in and raped him. His pants of arousal and cries of sheer pain drowned out by their cheers.

End of Part III

To be continued

In the next part Rock goes to the racing barn, he doesn’t know the plans set in place for his former friend. Let me know if you like this any suggestions welcome.