The Pumped Pony
by 2NN
WARNING: This one is extreme! This story is not for minors or people who
are offended by homosexuality or extreme S&M. If you are a minor, easily
offended or not into extreme stuff, stop reading now.
The some of the ideas behind the story come from a reader. Thanks.
Chapter 1
Mike and I had been lovers for about two months when he
suggested that we try playing bondage games.
We had met at the gym where we both worked hard trying to get the
perfect body. Mike is about six feet two inches with the perfect body.
He bulges with muscles without seeming clunky or overdone. His skin is
the color of coffee with just a tiny drop of cream and he has the most
perfectly charming smile I have ever seen. It's fair to say that I was
ogling him from the minute he stepped up to the weights and started
working out. He, on the other hand, was far more casual about it. I knew
that I was good-looking and had a very nice body. I'm six feet ten
inches and I not only kept my body well muscled, but also well tanned. I
had blonde hair and my eyes are deep blue. I had no trouble finding
partners and most of them had come from the bodybuilding set. Usually I
would be the one taking the initiative but with Mike it was a little
different. I was just about to open my mouth and deliver the first
innocent line, when he preempted me: "Come around here a lot?" he asked,
seemingly not bothered by the fact that it was the most blatant pick-up
line I had heard to date. Not that it bothered me. We were alone in the
locker-room and I had been about to come on to him, so this actually
saved me the trouble and potential embarrassment. From there on things
went smoothly and after a light meal we ended up in bed. In bed I was
usually the one taking the initiative, usually being the biggest and
never having been scared of taking the lead. With Mike it was different
and after a very short and hectic bit of foreplay, I was on my knees
being fucked up the ass, only hard. Very hard. Mike's strokes were quick
and powerful and his right hand reaching around to stroke my cock made
me moan and writhe before I came. As I came, for the first time in my
life actually screaming out my orgasm, Mike gripped my hips even more
powerfully and pumped his semen into me as he came with a low groan.
It's fair to say that we hit it off straightaway.
Not only was the sex great, but he was also a really nice guy who seemed
to like me as much as I liked him, so after no more than a week we were
practically living together. We usually stayed at his apartment. Mine
was small and cramped in a not so nice neighborhood, whereas Mike had a
penthouse apartment in the center of town. He obviously had money, but
he never talked about them or how he had come by them. Whereas he was
rich, I was almost poor. I had crummy job as a mechanic and with little
money and no close friends or family, the only thing that kept me in the
city was the fact that I didn't have to hide my sexuality here. Or at
least that was how it had been before. Now there was Mike. He was the
first one I had ever fallen in love with who seemed to reciprocate my
feelings. Life was good.
Then after two months Mike suggested that we play some bondage games. I
knew that what he meant was that he should tie me up and not the other
way around, but that was okay. I trusted him and he obviously wanted to
try it out, so I agreed to please him, as I was only mildly curious
myself. At first it was almost vanilla. He tied me to the bedposts with
thin rope and sat on my chest as I sucked his cock. There was no doubt
that it got him off in a big way and when he went down on me afterwards
the sexy helplessness of the situation got to me too as I screamed out
my orgasm.
Mike may have been the one who got the most out of the situation, but it
turned me on too.
Soon we progressed to more complicated games where Mike kept me tied up
for longer periods of time, gagged me and blindfolded me and for every
little thing added Mike got off more and more powerfully. It didn't
really do much for me, but Mike's fuckings grew absolutely furious and
in that way I got something out of it too. Not that it bothered me that
it turned Mike on more than me. I loved him and wanted to see him happy,
so if this was his thing I was glad to indulge him.
Three months after we met, I lost my job. Business was bad and the
company folded, leaving all of us without a job. This meant that my
already lousy economy collapsed and soon I couldn't even afford my
crummy apartment. Just when things were looking really bad, Mike offered
me to stay with him until I could get a new job. I gladly took the
offer, hoping it would lead to something more permanent between us. Had
I known just how permanent things would get for me, I would have run
away screaming.
Since I was now out of a job and there were no new jobs in sight, I
stayed at Mike's place almost all the time. It turned out that so did
he. He had told me that he dealt in stocks and bonds, but what he hadn't
told me was that he did it from his own home. Our relationship entered a
new phase as Mike now drew me into longer and more complicated bondage
games where I would be tied up for most of the day, just waiting for him
to fuck me, which he did almost constantly. I spent one whole day tied
up in a kneeling position, blindfolded and sitting under his desk,
giving him one blowjob after another as he made stock deals over the
phone. At the end of that day he treated me to a whole string of
glorious orgasms, rewarding me for my service.
In the end though I thought it was getting a little tired and I also
wanted to get a job and pay my own way. When I said this to Mike he
didn't even look disappointed, but told me that he thought getting a job
sounded good. I was glad that he wasn't too disappointed in me for
tiring of the bondage games and it was partly out of gratitude over this
that I, after some discussion, agreed to one more game. He had bought
some gear especially for this game and he desperately wanted to try it
out on me. As usual Mike got his way with me.
For the first time he had bought a piece of dedicated bondage gear.
Before he had just used whatever was at hand, but now he had bought an
armbinder. A surprisingly small sack made of black leather. When he had
put it on me, my elbows were touching as my arms were effectively fused
from elbow to wrist. It put a great deal of strain on my shoulders and
combined with the straps crisscrossing my chest and digging into the
flesh, I was in pain for the first time during our relationship. This
was not what I had bargained for and I said: "It hurts Mike. Take it
off." When nothing happened I asked him again: "Please take it off Mike,
this isn't funny anymore." That's when things spun out of my control
forever as he stepped forward and slapped me viciously in the face, so
hard in fact that I stumbled several steps back before regaining my
balance. As I blinked in surprise he was on me in an instant. With his
right hand he grabbed my balls in a vice grip, while his left hand
closed around my throat: "Mark, you really are a useless little
slave-shit," he spat into my face and continued: "So I've decided to
keep you as such. You are not worthy of my affection, but you are so
very fuckable. So I'll keep you as my private little toy."
I started to object but my protests were cut short as he squeezed my
balls viciously. I tried to scream, but no sound came out as my legs
gave way and I fell to the floor. Mike was quick to take advantage of
the situation and soon my legs were tied together. Then he put a broad,
black leather collar around my neck and while I was still moaning with
pain he fitted me with a strange gag. It was a ring forced into my open
mouth and keeping it wide open. It was held in place by two straps
connecting behind my head. Mike sat on my chest and smiled down at me:
"Mark, you delicious, little fucktoy, I'm going to keep you as my slave
for the rest of your worthless life. I'm going to do unmentionable
things to you, for my pleasure alone. After tying you up for the first
time, I knew that I wanted you as my slave and have been working towards
that ever since." I tried shouting for help through the gag, but he
simply showed a massive rubber plug into the hole, thereby shutting me
up. When I tried throwing him off, I found him to be both stronger and
far more ruthless than I had known. When he tired of holding me down, he
simply grabbed my balls and threatened to squeeze if I didn't lie still.
Only now did it dawn on me just how helpless I was. Not only was he in
complete control of the situation, but also he was effectively in
complete control of my life. No one knew where I was. I had no family to
come looking for me. No one to miss me. He could make me disappear
without a trace.
Mike saw this dawning on me on my face and smiled as he continued: "No
one will come looking for you slave. I have planned this for months. I
have bought a house in the country, nice and secluded, with a huge
walled-in garden where I can play with you. I even timed your firing for
you." Seeing my surprise that he would have anything to do with me
getting sacked, he laughed and asked me: "Who do you think forced your
company into bankruptcy?"
As I reeled with shock he took out his cock, removed the plug in my
ring-gag and fucked my face brutally and as he turned me onto my stomach
he was able to make me deep-throat him. I definitely did not like the
choking feeling of having my throat filled by his cock, but there was
little I could do.
After he had cum, he made further preparations. First he exchanged my
ring-gag with a huge, black, jaw-wrenching ball-gag. Again I tried
resisting and again my resistance was crushed. Then he surprised me by
taking out a pair of high-heeled boots, ankle high. They were made of
hard, shiny, black plastic and they had very thin six-inch stilettos.
They didn't look like they were made to be worn by a man. "You are
right; they are not you size, but nevertheless you are going to wear
them." I tried desperately tried to object, but a couple of minutes
later, after several hard blows to my balls to keep me in line, the
boots were on my feet. They were several sizes too small and hurt my
feet terribly, but Mike seemed to like them a great deal. As a final
touch Mike produced a black, leather hood, which he sealed my head
inside. Only my nostrils were free and all sounds were distant and
muffled.
Once the hood was on I could feel him attach a leash to my collar. Then
he released my legs and helped me to stand. Blind and bound, I was
almost completely helpless and his frequent punishments had already
taught me the necessity of obedience so I stood still. Muffled by the
hood, I could hear him chuckle at me. Then came the first blow. I was
completely unprepared and it wasn't until after the third blow that I
realized that he was using a bamboo stick to crop my ass. I tried
calling out in pain and surprise and I tried getting away from the
blows, but the gag stopped my screams and the painful and unfamiliar
footwear, combined with Mike's agility made it all impossible and after
a while I just stood still as he whipped my ass until I was crying with
pain and humiliation, my sobs clearly heard by Mike. He didn't stop
right away, but soon after hearing me cry, he forced me to my knees, my
face against the ground, grabbed my hips and began fucking me with an
intensity and fervor I had never been fucked with before. The fucking
went on and on and at some point Mike reached around and grabbed my
cock. Involuntarily I twitched as I thought he was going to squeeze my
balls again, but he surprised me by gently stroking my cock. I
definitely wasn't feeling horny or turned-on by his brutal treatment of
me, but gradually he got to me. From our time together he knew just how
to stroke me and after a while I was rock-hard and moving with the
rhythm against my will. When I came it was like no other orgasm I have
ever had. I screamed and thrashed as my cum pumped out on the floor and
not long after I felt Mike grip my hips harder as he pumped his jism
into my ass. As I lay there on the floor, my abdomen pressed down into a
puddle of my own cum, I felt very confused. There was no doubt that I
hated what Mike had done to me over the last hour or so, but at the same
time I had to admit that the orgasm had been glorious. What was Mike
turning me into?
I had no time to ponder this question as he pulled to my feet led me
away. Walking was very painful and very hard in the impossibly small
shoes, but I had no choice but to stumble after Mike as he pulled my
leash. After a while it dawned on me that he was leading me out of the
apartment and towards the elevators. I tried resisting and calling out,
but I could produce no sound loud enough to attract attention to myself
and my struggles were swiftly punished with a couple of blows to my
crotch and I was once again reduced to an obedient little slave. We took
the elevator down to the parking basement where Mike unceremoniously
dumped me into the trunk of his car. He closed the lid and drove off
with me inside.
I don't know exactly for how long we drove, but it must have been a few
hours before the car stopped and Mike lifted me out of the trunk and
onto a gravel driveway. With me stumbling behind him in my new footwear,
he led the way into his new house. I, of course saw precious little of
it as he led me into another elevator, which descended a couple of
floors before depositing us in the basement. When Mike removed my hood I
saw that I was in a brand new dungeon, equipped with all manner of
things to torture people with. Mike stepped up behind me, grabbed my
cock from behind and playfully kissed my shoulder as he said: "You
probably think that I'm going to keep you here as my little pain slave,
but nothing could be further from the truth." I looked surprised at him
and he answered: "No, Mark, you are only going to spend a few days down
here so I can play with you a little before I send you off to the
doctor." Now I was really alarmed. "Yes, there are some rather drastic
changes in store for you before you can assume the role I have in mind
for you. But don't worry. I'm sure you'll grow to love it. And if you
don't, well, I can live with that too." I stood completely still,
shocked and puzzled at the same time. What was the doctor going to do to
me? What drastic changes was he going to perform on me? At the same time
I wondered at the dungeon. It didn't make any sense. Why have the huge
dungeon, if you're not going to keep your slave in it?
Again he read my mind and said: "The dungeon is not for you, but I have
acquired a taste for slaves and I intend to get some more. That is what
this dungeon is built for. As for the changes the doctor is going to do
to you, you'll just have to find out. For now I think you need a little
practice in walking in your new footwear, so let's get started." With
that he started a most painful training session at the end of which I
walked in my new stilettos almost as sexily as a seasoned whore. My
whole body was covered in angry, red welts and I was whimpering with
pain and fear and a small trickle of semen was running down the inside
of my leg from all the times Mike had stopped the training to fuck me.
Only I didn't think of him as "Mike" anymore. Now I thought of him as
"Master" as he had taught me during the long hours of training and
punishment.
The day's training ended with Master demonstrating how much in control
he was and to what extent he had broken me. I didn't dawn on me later
that that was what he was doing and when it did dawn on me, I cried in
defeat. When the training session was over Master commanded me to kneel,
which I did without hesitation. Then he removed my gag and ordered me to
blow him. I did this just as he had instructed me to, looking up at him
with begging eyes as I sucked his cock, never breaking eye contact. I
didn't even think of resisting, much less of biting him. Only later,
when I lay in the cage he had locked me into, I realized how docile I
had become in just under a day and I cried with shame and defeat. My
shame and defeat was compounded by how he had locked me into the cage.
Master had gagged me again before showing a monster dildo up my ass and
telling me that I would be severely punished if I lost it during the
night. Then he pulled the hood over my head and threw me into an
impossibly small cage. The cage was so small that even with my legs
pulled up under my body I could not lie down, but had to sleep
half-sitting against the bars of the cage.
As I sat there Master had one final surprise for me. Before closing the
door he reached into the cage and gave me a handjob. To my great
surprise I not only got hard very quickly, but I had a fantastic orgasm.
I felt very confused as Master closed the door and I was left alone, my
own sticky cum drying on my skin.
