Chapter 1
When Ben woke up he was unable to move. After some confusion
he found out that he was tied, gagged and blindfolded, lying on his side
and strapped down so securely that he could only move his head. He
experienced a moment of panic as he realized his situation and tried
screaming. The sound was so muffled that even he had trouble hearing it
properly. It made him realize that he had to wait and see what happened.
Escaping from these bonds was impossible so all he could do was wait.
Calming down he realized that he was in a moving car. Ben was very
puzzled. How had this happened? All he could remember was coming home
with Thomas. And then nothing. This sparked a new round of panic: What
about Thomas? Was Thomas all right? This sparked a new round of futile
struggling as he worried about his friend and lover.
Right next to him Thomas was going through the same and he too
eventually had to settle for waiting to see what would happen when they
arrived at their destination.
After a long, long drive Ben and Thomas felt the car stop and soon
thereafter the trunk was opened and cool air touched their skin. Then
the straps were released and strong hands lifted them out of the truck
and helped them stand, swaying insecurely in their new, unfamiliar
footwear. Ben and Thomas felt something being attached to their necks
and then they felt their legs being released from their bonds. They
didn't have time to find their footing properly before they felt someone
pulling them by their necks and they had to stumble along, not able to
get proper footing in the painful boots they now wore.
As Thomas gained a little more control over his new boots he tried
resisting and so did Ben, and they both stopped and refused to go any
further. Master dealt with this silently and harshly. He didn't believe
in talking to beasts, so he simply grabbed both pony boys by their balls
and squeezed them - hard. Ben and Thomas fell to the ground as pain
exploded from their crotches. As they lay there they felt the riding
crop beginning to strike them. The two ponies mewled with pain until
they finally figured out that whoever controlled them wanted them to get
up again. They were both whining with pain as they struggled to get up,
finally succeeding. Although they could not see it, their bodies were
now covered in welts and there was no more rebellion as Master led them
towards the stables.
As Ben and Thomas were brought to a halt, Master went behind Thomas and
released his arms from their painful backprayer position. Thomas
immediately tried fighting, but he was blind, his hands were encased in
mittens rendering them useless and Master was much stronger than him, so
after a short fight Thomas was hanging from his tied wrists, his feet
dangling a few inches above the ground. He again tried fighting as he
felt Master grab his ankles and tie them so that he hung with his legs
spread wide. Again the fighting did him no good and he hung his head in
defeat. He didn't stay in this comparatively relaxed state for long.
Master tolerated no resistance and now he whipped Thomas mercilessly and
soon Thomas was screaming behind his gag, thrashing and twisting as he
tried to escape the whip. It did him no good. Soon his whole body was
covered in angry, red welts and his balls were swelling badly as the
whip had found them several times. Thomas was sobbing hysterically under
his hood and hung limply, trying to mewl out that he would behave.
Ben had heard all this, but hadn't fully understood it so when Master
turned his attention to him, he tried the same things as Thomas had.
Soon he too hung in his bonds, hysterically mewling out his defeat.
Then finally Master removed their hoods. As they blinked towards the
light, they saw the powerful man who had caught them. Seeing each other
was reassuring at first, then disheartening. Not only had their lover
been caught as well, it also meant that now there would be no one
looking for them. Master saw the looks on their faces and smiled. He had
them now and was already well on his way to breaking them. He saw their
pleading and questioning eyes, but he had decided that these two would
be trained by using reward and punishment only, no words, no verbal
instructions. They would have to figure out what pleased their new
Master and what displeased him and they would have to do it just like
the dumb animals they had now become. So without a word of explanation
he proceeded to prepare them. First he gave them a series of very
painful and extremely humiliating enemas, filling them up until they
thought they would burst and then letting them hold the enemas for a
long time before allowing them to relieve themselves. It was intensely
humiliating and Ben actually began crying after the fifth enema. Thomas
held out and managed not to cry, but Ben was dissolved in tears as
Master finally let them expel the tenth and last enema.
Master then removed their collars, covered their hair with a bathing cap
and taped their eyes over before covering their bodies in a thick layer
of disgusting goo. The stuff itched and burned and the slaves twisted in
their bonds as Master let it do it's work. When he washed it off with
ice-cold water neither Ben nor Thomas would ever again grow body hair.
Both Master's new slaves had behaved during the last part of the
preparations, so Master decided to show them what the reward for proper
behavior could be. Surprising them both very much he wordlessly stepped
between them and grabbed their cocks. Thomas and Ben had both received
several blows to their genitals and neither believed that they would be
able to get hard just yet. They were wrong. Quickly they felt how
Master's expert manipulations made them first hard and then throbbing
with need. In a couple of minutes both were moaning and jerking their
hips as they moved towards massive orgasms. Just then, with both slaves
about to cum, Master removed his hands. Ben and Thomas whined with
frustration. He couldn't just leave them hanging there! Their hips
thrust uselessly into thin air as Master went to fetch the next item
needed to prepare them.
Master first lowered them just enough to allow their feet to touch the
ground. Secondly he tied their legs to poles he had screwed into the
floor behind them, insuring that they would be unable to move their
legs. Then he got their new footwear. The first part of their new boots
was a piece of black, plastic four inches thick and shaped like the
point of a very small stiletto shoe. Their toes would "rest" on this
piece of plastic, but there was only enough room for their toes if these
were severely compressed. Master didn't see this as a problem. He simply
took a U-shaped piece of steel, which was a little narrower than the
plastic piece and hammered it down over their toes, crushing the toes
and welding them to the plastic at the same time. Ben and Thomas
screamed as he did this and Ben had to be brought back to consciousness
using smelling salt. From the back of the plastic piece, away from the
crushed toes, a piece of flat and slightly curved steel rose almost
straight up, forcing the slaves to put all their weight on their broken
toes. Although they didn't know it, they would never again walk using
their heels.
Both Thomas and Ben were now crying almost hysterically, but there was
no mercy from Master. Completing their footwear, he covered their feet
to above their ankles with a hard, black, plastic cover. It now looked
like the two pony boys wore very high-heeled platform boots with
ultra-high platforms and very pointed toes. Only there were no heels and
all their weight rested on their toes. With a little imagination it
could be said that it looked like they had hooves, but really it looked
like they had been given punishment boots, as indeed was the case. In
time their nails would become a problem and Master had made the cover so
that it could be taken off and their nails cut and their feet washed.
While their feet would be washed regularly, Master didn't plan to go on
cutting their nails for long. When the ponies had adjusted a little to
their new and always painful lives, he would simply pull out their
nails. Much less fuss and a good way to put slaves in their place.
Master now met no resistance from the stunned and shaken slaves as he
reapplied their collars and once again secured their hands in a brutal
backprayer. Both looked absolutely terrified of him and didn't even dare
put up a token fight. This made Master smile. Breaking a slave was so
much fun and training him, once this had been achieved, was so much
easier. These two had for all intents and purposes been broken already.
Now both stood bound and gagged, wincing in pain as they swayed
insecurely in their new and brutally painful boots. Neither tried to
move or resist; both looked at him with large frightened eyes, waiting
to see what he would do to them next. This was the kind of behavior a
slave should display and Master thought that this merited a reward.
Again he stepped up to them and grabbed their cocks. Both gave a
frightened start, afraid of what he might do to them, but neither dared
move. Then he began manipulating their cocks. After all the pain they
had been subjected to neither had thought about sex in any way, but now
they both first sighed, then began to moan as Master made their cocks
almost painfully hard. With a touch like no other they had experienced,
he kept them on the edge for what seemed like hours before letting them
cum. For both Thomas and Ben it was less of an orgasm and more of an
explosion and both screamed with joy behind their gags, for a moment
completely forgetting their hopeless situation, the intense hurt this
man had subjected them to and for a moment expelling from their minds
the fact that their future suddenly looked bleak, a never-ending
succession of painful moments and their lives were now locked in
slavery, hard and cruel. As they came both thought only about how
fantastic this cruel and brutal man was. At that moment both thought
that pleasing this man would be worth it, no matter what they had to do.
Coming down after their orgasms both stumbled a little as they tried to
maintain their balance. Putting more weight on their broken toes was
painful and once again brought home the hopelessness of their situation.
Not that there was anything they could do about it. Master was still in
complete control, but now their fear and hate of this cruel man was
mixed with strange and confused feelings of lust. Although they both
tried, neither could deny that Master had given them a fantastic orgasm,
an experience so intense it made both men wonder if they really were
submissive or what. Master knew that these thought would go through his
new slaves' heads and it was part of the reason he had allowed them to
cum. The more he could occupy their minds with fear and lust, the
better. Eventually this mixture would dominate their every thought,
expelling all thought of escape of freedom, making them accept their
slavery without even thinking about it. Fear and lust; it was a winning
combination.
Presently he led the new ponies to their enclosure where they would
sleep. Again they were in for a nasty surprise. They would sleep
standing up, a pole with a giant steel dildo was forced up their ass and
a strap secured to their collar holding their heads up in the most
uncomfortable manner. They stood so close that Ben's cock, which much to
his embarrassment was erect and ready for action, touched Thomas's
abdomen. Thomas's cock was also at full mast and touching Ben's abdomen
and as Master tied their legs to the poles the situation was intensely
humiliating to the slaves. Here they were, being tortured, enslaved and
degraded by this evil man and yet their cocks clearly showed the world
that the situation aroused them. It didn't get anymore degrading and
embarrassing than that.
Before leaving them for the night Master fed the two slaves. He did it
without even removing their gags. In their ball gags were a little plug
that could be removed. Once he had removed it he inserted a tube into
the whole and fed them the only kind of meal they would "enjoy" for the
rest of their lives: a thick, whitish goo that tasted just like cum. He
let them wash it down with the only liquid they would be allowed: a
yellow liquid tasting just like urine. Because of the gag and because
they were already terrified of displeasing Master both saw swallowing as
their only option.
After feeding them he left them for the night. Standing there, securely
tied, punished, afraid and filled with intense fear mixed with
uncontrollable lust, Ben and Thomas looked at each other, each trying
and failing to provide comfort for the other. They were still intensely
embarrassed by their stiff cocks, but now that they were alone they gave
in to their lust and began trying to move, trying to get off. It wasn't
easy as their bonds and the pole in their ass held them very tightly,
but they were able to make tiny movements, creating just the necessary
amount of friction. Their overfilled asses also provided an extra
measure of stimulation and after a great deal of frustrated effort they
managed to cum. Thomas came first, his cock spewing cum over Ben's
abdomen as he screamed behind his gag and tried to throw back his head.
Not long after Ben came, he too screaming and trying to thrash.
Afterwards they couldn't meet the other's gaze as they both succumbed to
the humiliation of situation. It took a while, but they were eventually
able to look at each other again. Neither got any sleep that night
because of the pain in their feet and the intense feeling of humiliation
settling over them. Also both were beginning to get very nervous about
their arms. These had been tied in a backprayer for far too long and
they were going numb. If their arms were held in that position for much
longer, they would soon sustain permanent damage, further decreasing
their possibility of ever escaping this cruel place.
Damaging their arms was exactly what Master had in mind. Previously he
had removed them to begin with, plunging his new slaves into shock and
despair. It was a fine strategy and it was most satisfying to watch, but
he had decided that it was time to try something new. He would of course
eventually have their arms removed and their voices fixed so that the
only sound they would be able to make would be that of a horse. But for
now he thought it might make the slaves desperate to feel their arms
just wither away, to be unable to use their voices. To put them in a
situation where everything; the punishments, the training, their own
physical deterioration and deprival would drive them into despair,
frustration, hopelessness and eventually into acceptance of the fact
that they were now slaves and that there was nothing they could do about
it. He thought the process might take slightly longer than the old one,
but that it would hopefully make them even more broken, obedient and
docile. No matter what he couldn't loose. There was great sport to be
had from these two.
