Chapter 5
Once my initial training was over it was time for me to be
ridden properly for the first time. That morning Master came to the
stable in a very fetching outfit. He wore a white shirt with a high
collar and a black tie. Over this he wore a red riding jacket and on his
hand were black leather gloves. On his legs were cream-colored Jodhpurs
and on his feet were high, black riding boots complete with spurs that
looked very sharp. The boots were polished to a high shine and in his
hand was of course his riding crop.
As usual I was just happy to see Master as my rubber cocoon was removed
and thought no more about it as I was fed, emptied and washed. It was
just another day of harsh training. But after being fitted with bit and
such, Master tied a very broad piece of black leather around my midriff,
extending from just below my nipples all the way down to my hips. I was
puzzled at this break in the routine, but my mind was too well
conditioned by now to question what was happening. This done he fetched
a saddle and then even I understood what was about to happen. The saddle
was heavy and when it was strapped on properly my breathing was a little
troubled. I on the other hand was not troubled. The idea of finally
being ridden excited me immensely and when Master put a foot in the
stirrups and swung himself up to sit on my back, I felt happy and
fulfilled.
The happy feelings were soon exchanged with the brutal realities of
being a pony. The saddle was at an angle to my back so that Master could
sit upright without straining and the stirrups were at the level of my
buttock so he could use his spurs properly. As he sat down in the saddle
I felt for the first time how heavy Master was and also for the first
time got a feeling for how much effort I would have to put into this to
please Master. Master was six foot two and was at least two hundred and
twenty pounds of pure muscle, probably more. As he tapped my ass with
his crop and set me in motion I understood how hard this was going to
be. Carrying Master on my back while walking normally would have been
very demanding, but trotting in the manner prescribed by Master was
extremely hard. So hard that by the time we reached the enclosure where
we trained Master was already cursing furiously and using both whip and
spurs to full effect.
During that day Master only left my back three times. Two times to fuck
me and once to allow me to drink the urine-like liquid. The rest of the
day he stayed in the saddle as he trained me. It was beyond a doubt the
hardest day since the first fetched me from the doctor. When the sun
went down I was weeping from exhaustion and was of course covered in
welts. I could feel my buttocks bleeding from all the times Master had
dug his spurs into my flank. My feet in their impossibly small hoof-like
platform boots felt like they had been smashed. Still, I felt extreme
gratitude as Master sealed me inside my rubber sleeping bag and whipped
and orgasm out of me.
The next two weeks were the hardest training I have ever endured as I
fought to reach the level of perfection Master required in my walk, trot
and run. He sat on my back from morning till night, only coming down to
fuck me and feed me.
I was nowhere near the level he required after two weeks and so he
introduced a new tool to control me even harder. One evening after he
had fed me and impaled me with my two sleeping dildos, I felt how Master
carefully washed my balls. He still hadn't pulled my rubber cocoon down
over me and I was again puzzled, even if I was so tired that I had
trouble keeping my eyes open. I couldn't see what was going on, but soon
I felt it. My world exploded in pain as Master penetrated first one
testicle, then the other, and injected them with what felt like several
gallons of fluid. Of course it could only have been a tiny amount of
fluid, but to me it felt like he pumped my balls full, a process that
seemed to take forever. The pain was excruciating and I wanted to scream
and thrash, but the dildo in my throat cut off all sound and I was too
well controlled by the dildo in my ass to do much thrashing so I just
had to endure it. When he was finished Master carried on like nothing
out of the ordinary had happened and sealed me inside my cocoon. He even
pulled out my genitals through the tiny opening and whipped me to a very
tender orgasm before leaving me for the night. I had no idea what was
going on and I had been conditioned not bother my pony brain with
questions so I soon fell into an exhausted and painful sleep.
When I woke up next morning my balls ached something awful. As Master
prepared for the day my balls were so tender that even the slightest
touch was painful. As I stood fully outfitted and ready for the day's
training Master spoke to me. It was the first time he had spoken to me
since my training had started all those months ago. Once training had
begun, he had begun treating me like an animal only uttering simple
words to mark his pleasure or displeasure in what I did, never speaking
in sentences to me, taking care that I responded to the tone of his
words and not so much their content. So I was unused to him speaking
directly to me, but he got my attention quickly: "Mark, I have injected
your balls with a very special substance, a treatment that is not
complete yet. The substance will increase your sperm production
enormously, to the point where you will have to be tapped several times
every day and every night in order to prevent damage to your balls. What
you are feeling now is a very bad case of blue balls. Believe me, it can
get much worse, even to the point of bursting your balls." As I reeled
Master continued: "This is another tool to train you, one that will be
with you as long as you have balls. Behave and I will see to it that
your balls are emptied. Fail to meet my standards and the pain in your
groin will continue to grow. And since this process cannot be reversed,
this means that there is now a permanent punishment hanging over your
head just waiting to be activated and that this punishment is in your
own balls. Behave and be emptied. Misbehave and suffer the worst blue
balls in the world."
As the words sank in I was filled with desperation. One more aspect of
my life was now a means of control and punishment. Now my orgasms were
not merely pleasurable but necessary.
In keeping with this new method of training I did not have my balls
emptied before starting the days exercises. It was several hours before
Master deemed that I had behaved well enough to have my balls emptied.
For this he had installed a new device on the fence surrounding the
training area. I could only see it at a distance as he guided me towards
it. It was a steel tube lined with a rubber sleeve connected via some
tubing to a large glass bottle. As I approached the fence I could no
longer see it as it was below my field of vision, but Master guided me
with an expert hand. In spite of the pain, or more likely because of it,
my cock was erect; hard and throbbing with need. Marching me slowly
forward Master guided my cock into the tube. The soft rubber sleeve
enveloped my needy member and I almost forgot my conditioning and sighed
with pleasure. Once my cock was inside Master took out a small remote
control and pressed a button. The sleeve sprang to life and began
massaging my cock. As the pace quickened and I came within a minute I
did scream as my body convulsed, my eyes rolled back with pure pleasure
and an enormous amount of semen spurted out of my cock only to be pumped
down into the glass bottle.
Master didn't let me enjoy the afterglow but started training just as
soon as the last of my semen was in the bottle. I was a little dizzy
from the powerful orgasm, but as usual there was no rebellion in me and
I was soon busy obeying Master's commands.
I obviously didn't live up his demands, for there were no more orgasms
that day and my balls had already begun to ache as Master had me trot
back to the stables. He had picked up the bottle containing my sperm and
back at the stable it was added to my evening meal.
Before sealing me inside my rubber prison Master again injected the evil
liquid into my balls, again making me desperate with pain. Then he
sealed me in rubber and left me, this time without whipping my cock to
an orgasm as he usually did. Apparently this new training tool was to be
taken seriously and I would from now on only receive orgasms when Master
deemed that I had earned them.
The next morning my balls were even more tender that the day before and
I tried to please Master during training with an intensity and fervor I
had never before been able to muster, despite my complete and utter
devotion to him. It seemed that the carrot only got you so far. Only the
big stick would get you that final mile and Master had just introduced
the big stick in my life. A stick that would dominate the most of the
rest of my life.
At training Master's demands were even tougher than the day before and I
was not granted and orgasm that day. When we got back to the stable
after nightfall I was completely desperate for an orgasm, but begging
would only make matters worse. One would think that with the new method
of punishing me Master would use the old ones like the drop and the
spurs less, but no. I was still covered with welts and bruises.
Without even having to point out my failure Master simply went about the
nightly routine of feeding me, filling my holes and injecting the evil
substance into my balls before sealing me in rubber. Again there was no
orgasm by whip and in the morning I thought my balls would burst from
the pent-up pressure.
I was, however, quite clear on what I had to do and at the days training
I tried harder than ever before to please Master, but again I fell short
of his demands. By nightfall my need was extreme. It filled my whole
universe and I was sure that my balls had grown to the size of
basketballs. As before there was no reprieve and for me the routine from
the night before was simply repeated. Again I stood sealed inside my
rubber cocoon, my aching balls filled to the bursting point with sperm.
This routine went on for three more days before I was finally able to
please Master enough for him to grant me an orgasm. It happened just
before nightfall and I almost cried with relief when Master steered me
toward the tube mounted on the fence. This time my orgasm was literally
mind-blowing. It went on and on, putting me in a state that most
resembled an epileptic seizure where all I could think about was how
good it was to obey and love Master completely and unquestioningly. When
it was finally over I was dazed in a way I had not been before, my mind
now even more strongly focused on the need to please Master. It has been
that way with all orgasms I have received ever since. As I cum I know
that I am only allowed to do so because of unquestioning obedience to
Master. This knowledge focuses my mind in a way that gradually shuts out
all other thoughts, making me for every little orgasm a more perfect
slave, as is no doubt Master's intention.
The injections stopped after another week, but the training did not and
Master's demands only increased as time went by. Many days and even
whole weeks were without orgasms for me and my desire to please Master
at all costs increased all the time as did my gratitude every single
orgasm and indeed every single second I spent with Master. My sense of
time became increasingly fuzzy but I think that this phase of my
training might have lasted up to six months. When it was over was able
to run with Master on my back all day long with perfect style and grace.
With my basic pony training over I had reached a level of perfection
where I was granted orgasms several times a day, propelling me to new
levels of love and devotion for Master. It had come at price, however.
The many days of denied orgasms had made my balls grow. At first I
didn't think it was real, but rather a trick my mind played after being
without release. But one day as Master fondled my balls before giving me
a supplemental injection I could actually feel for the first time how
large they had become. My balls were now the size of tennis balls if not
bigger! The days of denial coupled with my ever-growing sperm production
had made them bigger. Another side effect was that I now ran around with
a constant hard-on. It wasn't that much of a change really, since
Master's complete control over me had always insured my arousal, but now
my hard-on was almost permanent. It took very severe punishment to make
my cock flaccid and even then it soon got hard again. Even an orgasm was
no longer enough to make it lie down. When I pulled out of the sleeve
that sucked cum out of me I was just as hard as when I had been going
in.
All this cuming produced an enormous amount of semen and Master was not
one to let it go to waste. He collected all my semen in glass
containers, mixed it with oats and some of the artificial semen and fed
it right back to me. It became my staple diet together with the
urine-flavored water.
The better I behaved, the more I was allowed to cum. But there was a
subtle downside to this. As I came more my balls increased the
production of sperm and so my need to cum increased with it, driving me
towards new levels of obedience and perfection of behavior and motion.
At first a couple of orgasms a day was enough, but this soon increased
until it was every hour during the daytime. Before I had been able to go
through a night without getting release, and could wait for my first
orgasm of the day until an hour after my morning cleaning and the only
adverse effect would be a comparatively mild ache in my balls. Now I
woke up feeling like my balls were about to explode. Soon I was fitted
with a sleeve overnight that made me cum during the night; if I had
behaved properly, that is.
The constant cuming had the effect of making me run around in a constant
haze of sexual need and satisfaction and more importantly, with my mind
constantly focused on pleasing Master. Master had long been the
dominating figure in my universe and this only focused me more on him.
