Chapter 3
When Mark came to he felt weak and disoriented. His mouth felt like it was full
of cotton and he had trouble focusing. After a good long while his senses
finally returned and he began to find out what had been done to him. The first
thing he noticed by running his tongue around his mouth was that he was smooth-
gummed. His teeth had been removed! He called out in surprise, but the sound
that came out was strange and not quite human. Cautiously he tried again with
the same result. He tried speaking but no recognizable words came out, just the
same strange sound. It sounded almost like horse whinnying. It took a long time
for Mark to grasp these changes, so it was a while before he noticed the biggest
change he had gone through, but as he tried lifting a hand to his mouth he
finally found out. He had no arms! His arms had been removed! This made him
scream; only the sound coming out was strangely horse-like. He tried getting up,
but found that his genitals and legs had been secured to the bed preventing him
from going anywhere. As he looked at his armless shoulders he saw that there
were no bandages. This meant that he must have been unconscious for a long, long
time. Weeks or months perhaps. He tried screaming again, with the same result,
only this time two nurses came. When they saw that he was awake and physically
okay, they produced a huge, black ball-gag and used it to silence him. There
were two of them, whereas he was armless and alone and tied to the bed, so he
was no match for them. The hardest part proved to be grabbing hold of his bald
head to gag him, but soon he was silenced.
The nurses then took up position at the bed next to him, where his fellow slave
was just waking up and discovering that the same things had been done to him. He
went through the same process of discovery and was soon gagged like Mark. Then
the nurses left the room and the slaves were alone. Looking at each other's
hairless and armless bodies, they both began to cry. How could Master have this
done to them? Why? What was the meaning?
The answer was on its way as the door opened and Master came in accompanied by
the doctor. They flung aside their sheets, exposing their naked and hairless
bodies. As Mark looked down himself he noticed that all of his toenails had been
removed. Master and the doctor went over the modifications made to the slaves,
Master nodding in an approving manner. Finally Master shook hands with the
doctor, who then left the room. Master then turned to his slaves and said: "I'll
bet you've missed me." Mark wanted to be desperately angry and lash out at
Master, but he couldn't. First of all what would be the point? He was completely
defenseless and at the mercy (or lack of same) of this cruel man, and secondly
he had actually missed Master and his magical touch. Staying angry with someone
who dominated your sexual universe (and the rest of it for that matter) was very
hard and Mark found himself trying to strike an attractive pose for Master, to
smile enticingly at him. The other slave was doing the same. Master threw his
head back and laughed heartily: "Ahh, my little bitches in heat. Now I recognize
you." He undid their restraints, including their gags, and helped them stand
uneasily on the floor. He then took out his cock and simply said: "Suck."
Neither Mark nor the other slave hesitated and soon their lips were locked
around Master's magnificent cock. It felt good to once again suck Master's cock
and when he had swallowed Master's jism, Mark felt strangely satisfied. It
occurred to him that he was settling very quickly into his role as a slave, that
he should hate Master for what he had done to him, but what would be that point?
Not only was he completely at his mercy, hairless, armless, defenseless, but
also Mark had by now admitted to himself that he rather enjoyed being a slave.
His chain of thought was interrupted as Master began getting them ready for
transportation. First came the same high-heeled boots they had worn at their
arrival to the clinic. Then they were regagged, their ears plugged and they were
hooded, a collar around their necks finishing off that part of their bonds. Then
their dicks were tied to their collars, once again forcing them to stand
crouched over and finally a wire was tied around their balls, acting as a leash.
And without further ado they were led away by Master, their legs weak and wobbly
from the long weeks of inactivity and the unfamiliar footwear. After a short
walk Mark and his fellow slave were thrown into the back of a car and strapped
to the floor. Mark felt the car begin to move and he was driven off to whatever
Master had in mind for him.
The trip took a long, long time, but Mark, having slept for weeks, was awake the
whole time wondering what was going to happen to him now. He was both excited
and afraid, but mostly he wondered if Master would fuck him anytime soon. Mark
was terribly horny, in need like he had never been before. Thoughts of Master
fuelled his libido and he had been without orgasm for weeks. Blowing Master had
not decreased his lust, more like the opposite.
Finally the drive ended and Mark was lifted out of the car and made to stand.
His hood was removed but his collar and his high-heeled shoes stayed on, as did
the wire between his cock and his collar. Standing crouched over beside his
fellow slave he looked at the surroundings. It looked like he was on a farm. He
was standing between large, wooden buildings that looked like stables and the
surface he was standing on was packed dirt. The courtyard was empty as Master
led them away from the car, but a few minutes later a horse drawn cart came into
the yard. Only it wasn't drawn by horses. It was drawn by men, or more
appropriately two pony boys. On their feet were boots making them seem like
hooves. Otherwise they were almost naked; their arms held folded in the small of
their backs by a leather harness crisscrossing their upper body, with a strap
going through their crotches, holding a leather pouch with their genitals. Bits
in their mouths were connected to reins held by the driver of the cart. A head
harness held blinkers in place and both pony boys were bald except for a Mohawk
haircut, giving the impression that they had manes instead of hair. They ran in
perfect lockstep, a few red welts on their buttocks were the whip of the diver
had touched them.
Both Mark and the other slave stopped and looked on mesmerized. It dawned on
Mark that this was the reason for his brutal transformation; that Master wanted
to use him as a pony boy. But why couldn't he just leave him use of his arms,
opting to tie the up instead of cutting them off? Master saw the slaves looking
at the two pony boys and said: "Yes, that is what I intend to use you two for.
But why have I had your arms cut off and your voices fixed?" He let the question
hang in the air for a little while before continuing: "Those two over there have
it easy, their master is soft, a man who likes to have ponies in front of his
cart, but the same guys in his bed as regular slaves. Well I don't do easy. I
don't do soft. You two are going to be treated as the beasts you really are.
Whether you like or not, is of no consequence. My ponies are the most perfect,
even if it hurts all the time. After all, I'm not the one in pain." Mark began
to get very scared. If Master was this uncompromising about his appearance, it
was a good bet that the transformation process was far from over and that it
would be brutal and painful. Meanwhile Master continued: "In a few minutes I'll
lead you into the stables where your new, permanent footwear will be fitted, as
will the rest of the gear that you will wear for the rest of your lives. This
means that right now your lives as even human slaves end. From now on you are
ponies, never to be addressed like humans again." Mark and his fellow slave felt
fear grip them. This could only mean great pain and perhaps even greater
humiliation. Master pointed to Mark's fellow slave and said: "You'll be known as
Jo-Jo and you," he said, indicating Mark, "will be Tan-Tan." Both felt the sting
of humiliation at being given names that sounded like nicknames given to teddy
bears and such. But Master didn't care. He turned on his heel and with a vicious
yank he made the two new ponies follow. They stumbled along behind him, crouched
over because of the taut wire connecting their cocks with their collars, their
cheeks burning with shame and humiliation.
This was only to get worse as they entered the stables. Right inside the large
doors was an open area and along the left side of this were a number of
contraptions, which Mark (or Tan-Tan as he was to be known now) didn't
recognize. By these contraptions stood two men, obviously waiting for them. Both
were tall and muscular; one was as black as midnight, a bull of a man dwarfed
only by Master's impressive bulk. The other was also quite large, a freckled
redhead with a mischievous grin. They both greeted Master warmly and after the
initial greeting they proceeded to inspect Jo-Jo and Tan-Tan thoroughly together
with Master, treating the slaves like the animals they were.
The black man, his name was Thomas as Tan-Tan soon found out, took Tan-Tan by
the neck removed his gag and used his other hand to force open his mouth. Tan-
Tan tried to resist and turn his head away, but a quick slap to the ass settled
that as Thomas said: "Whoa, boy. Settle down. Easy now." He used the tone of a
man speaking to a pet or, more appropriately, a pony. Tan-Tan as he was now
called had never been so humiliated in his life. Thomas continued the
examination, his fingers probing every crevice of Tan-Tan's body, occasionally
making approving little sound in his throat or commenting on something to
Master. When he was done he stroked Tan-Tan's face as he turned to Master. "He
looks like a fine piece of horse-flesh, no obvious defects." He said and
continued: "He just needs to be outfitted so we can see what he's good for, if
anything." Master smiled at this and added: "Teaching him the order of things
will be a pure pleasure, don't you think?" Thomas grinned at this and grabbed
Tan-Tan's leash and led him towards one of the contraptions along the wall.
Meanwhile the other stable-hand, his name was Danny, had finished checking out
Jo-Jo and had reached a similar conclusion and now he was leading Jo-Jo to the
wall as well. Tan-Tan wanted to resist, but how could he? He had lost all
control over his life long ago, he was desperately horny for Master (or any of
the other two for that matter) and besides, Thomas was far bigger and stronger
than himself, he had both his arms and he held the leash, which held Tan-Tan's
balls. There was no escape so Tan-Tan followed, if a little reluctantly causing
Thomas to yank the leash.
The first item Tan-Tan got acquainted with was a telescopic pole rising out of
what had become a cement floor in this part of the stables. At the end of the
pole was a massive dildo and just below this dildo was a smaller metal bar
perpendicular to the pole. Tan-Tan guessed where the dildo was going and he
guessed correctly. Soon the dildo was all the way up his ass, Tan-Tan groaning
as best he could with his new voice. When it was all the way in, Tan-Tan was
sitting on the metal bar gasping for breath. He felt like he might split in half
at any minute. Sitting down, the wire connecting his cock to his collar was
removed and he was pushed back until his back met another, thicker metal pole,
to which his upper body was strapped. His legs were spread wide and strapped to
two smaller metal poles rising out of the cement floor, his feet resting on
little removable daises, his genitals readily accessible. Sitting like that all
his weight rested on the dildo in his ass and Tan-Tan sat completely still,
trying very hard not to move while making little gasping sounds. Embarrassingly
his cock was hard and throbbing with need. Thomas chuckled and called Master:
"Look. It likes its new life already." As Master laughed derisively, Tan-Tan
wanted to turn his head away in shame, but as he started to do so he received a
warning look from Thomas causing him to stop his motion.
Then Thomas started Tan-Tan's final transformation before his training began in
earnest. Starting with his right foot he took a strange looking piece of
footwear and fitted it to the pony's foot. The footwear began with an actual
horseshoe at the bottom. On top of this was a piece of black plastic, Three
inches thick and shaped like horseshoe with the middle filled in. From the back
of this rose a slightly curved, flat piece of metal. In front of this piece of
metal there was just room enough for Tan-Tan's toes, but not the rest of the
foot. The rest of the foot was kept upright along the metal part. Slowly Tan-Tan
realized that this meant that he would be forced to walk on his toes for rest of
his life and he began to struggle and scream. It was, of course useless, as all
he could produce was a pitiful whinnying and his legs were strapped wide apart
to the two poles. This meant that Thomas could take his time as he positioned
Tan-Tan's toes just right before securing them to the piece of plastic on which
Tan-Tan's toes rested. He did this by taking a wide, U-shaped piece of metal
with sharp ends. It was fitted over Tan-Tan's toes before Thomas used a hammer
to pound it into the plastic, fusing Tan-Tan's toes to the plastic and breaking
most of them in the process. Tan-Tan screamed and thrashed as much as his bonds
allowed him, but the sound was faint because of the gag. Then Thomas took a
similar piece of metal and did the same thing again, only a little higher up on
the toes. Tan-Tan was delirious with pain, but that didn't stop Thomas from
proceeding to securing the rest of Tan-Tan's foot to the piece of metal rising
out of the plastic on which Tan-Tan's toes rested. The final part of his
footwear was a shiny, black rubber and plastic cover, which sealed Tan-Tan's
foot inside and made his foot look very horse-like. His foot was now permanently
arched and he was forced to support all of his weight on his toes, the rest of
his foot never again to bear any weight at all. Once every week the cover would
be replaced with a fresh one and his feet were washed, but the plastic bit,
which the horseshoe was nailed to was only replaced once a year. As Tan-Tan sat
crying and screaming behind his gag, the process was repeated his other foot.
Working his way up Tan-Tan's body, Thomas came to his genitals. Using an ice
pack he made them shrink to their smallest possible size. Then he stuffed them
inside a small, spherical pouch made of fine, metal mesh. It had a drawstring
around the opening and he used this to secure it to the base of Tan-Tan's cock.
Now his cock and his balls were sealed inside an impossibly small sphere. It
insured that his genitals were out of the way and not dangling uncomfortably
when running, but it caused great pain when Tan-Tan's poor cock tried to get
hard. Tan-Tan disliked it instantly.
Next his neck was encircled by a posture collar, or perhaps more appropriately
and neck corset. It insured that Tan-Tan could not turn his head at all and
almost also cut off all movement up and down. It was only replaced once a week
and it meant that pretty soon Tan-Tan was unable to move his head, as it was
stuck in that position. Some straps held a bit in his mouth and a couple of
blinkers to his face, preventing him from seeing anything beside what was right
in front of him.
Then he was stood up and the final part of his outfit, a truly enormous butt
plug with a long, black tail attached to it, was shoved up his ass. Tan-Tan
whinnied with pain as it was shoved in; pain coming both from his ass and his
broken toes, which he was forced to stand on.
Tan-Tan stood before Master blinking away tears, trying to adapt to the pain
from his broken toes and extremely cramped position of his feet, when Jo-Jo
joined him. His outfit was the same and he was crying and whining just as Tan-
Tan was. The bits kept their mouths slightly open and caused them to drool a
little making them a sorry spectacle. Master attached reins to their bits and
began leading them. In spite of the pain from their feet they were forced to
follow, stumbling behind him as they tried to adapt to their brutal new
footwear. However, they hadn't gone more than a few steps before being punished
for the first time, a hailstorm of blows from Master's whip landing on the two
uncomprehending ponies. He spoke to them in the harshest, but simplest tones as
one would speak to a particularly stupid horse or dog. But in between blows and
their own pained whinnying they finally understood what he wanted from them. It
seemed that Master accepted only two positions from his ponies: either standing
completely still, feet together or high-stepping, first moving the thigh up
until it was parallel to the ground, then extending the lower legs and foot and
then gracefully and artfully setting the foot down. It was to be done this way
whether walking, trotting or running. Master was not interested in his ponies
being the fastest. Rather he demanded artful perfection in every movement. This
included holding the back ramrod straight at all times and moving the buttocks
enticingly at all times. It also required the two ponies to move in perfect
synchronicity, something they would work endless days, weeks and months to
achieve.
For now Master settled for having them high-step to the part of the stable where
their initial training would take place. It was a large open area with two big
poles standing thirty feet apart. Each pole had a boom extending perpendicularly
at a height of about eight feet. The boom could rotate about the poles and had
chains hanging down from their ends. Tan-Tan and Jo-Jo were positioned under a
boom each and the chains were secured to their bits. The poles and the booms
were simple devices to train their walking. The chains to their bits were pulled
taut and they were commanded to begin walking. Since they could not stray
because of the chains, they were forced to walk in circles. Master stood so that
his whip could reach them both, endlessly correcting them with it.
In spite of the pain from their mangled toes they had no choice but to walk as
ordered, carefully high-stepping with each and every step, moving not only their
legs and feet with the utmost care, but moving their entire body in accordance
with Master's commands. It was more demanding than Tan-Tan had ever imagined and
after half-an-hour he began to tire, his steps beginning to loose their
precision. The same thing happened for Jo-Jo. It was the moment Master had been
waiting for. Already none too pleased with their beginner's clumsiness, he used
the opportunity to whip them furiously, making sure that they understood that he
demanded perfection at all times, no matter how tired they were, no matter if
they were hurt or even if the actions would cost them their lives. Tan-Tan and
Jo-Jo were ponies and their only task in life was to please their Master, no
matter what the consequences were for themselves.
When Master was finished both ponies were covered in angry, red welts, crying
and whinnying in pain, but ready to do as Master said no matter what. As the
training began the exhausted Tan-Tan finally understood just what he had become,
just how low he had sunk. He was now nothing more than an object, a plaything
for Master. He was nothing.
Master let the two ponies exercise for several hours more before calling them to
a halt; both of them within arms reach of him. Both were covered in sweat,
panting and completely exhausted, ready to drop. Master stroked their cheeks and
cooed in tones one would use only with a retarded baby: "Good. Good ponies."
Tan-Tan and Jo-Jo felt absurdly pleased at this, adding further to their
humiliation.
Master then rewarded them for their performance. Other trainers preferred giving
their ponies sugar cubes, just like one would give sugar to a real pony, but
Master did things differently. He maintained that since the reason for keeping
them as ponies was a sexual one, sex should be an integral part of their
training and conditioning. Sex was also an extremely powerful tool as a reward.
A sugary taste in the mouth barely signaled approval, whereas shooting your load
at the hands of your Master told the pony-slave that he was doing something his
Master liked. So he liberated Tan-Tan's and Jo-Jo's cocks, smiling as they
instantly sprang to life, rock hard in spite of the ponies being exhausted.
Master congratulated himself on selecting these two. They were exceptionally
submissive and responsive to training and the slightest touch made them hard.
For Tan-Tan's part it was extremely humiliating to see his member becoming
instantly hard, proving that in spite of what he had tried telling himself, he
liked being treated as an object, just a lowly animal. The extent to which
Master had broken him was astounding. All these thoughts, however, were
banished, blown from his mind as Master began stroking his cock. In a matter of
minutes both Tan-Tan and Jo-Jo were about to cum. And cum they did. Standing
there, completely dehumanized, reduced to beasts, in pain, both ponies exploded
in what was perhaps the best orgasm they had had in their lives so far. As they
screamed and thrashed, shooting their jism on the dirt floor of the stables they
began shedding their human attributes and assuming the role of ponies. Master
was most pleased with this and he spoke approvingly to them, whispering sweet
words to them as he released them from the chains and led them to their own
place in the stables.
He had to use the whip when they started walking to make them remember high-
stepping, but otherwise they performed satisfactorily as he led them to their
spot. As they high-stepped behind Master they saw that they were not his only
pair of ponies. If there were no more hidden elsewhere, there were three other
pony pairs in the stables, all armless and with the same brutal footwear. The
others looked curiously at the new arrivals, who in turn stared back.
Their enclosure was about three feet deep, by three feet wide with a hay covered
floor. At either side of the center of the floor a dildo pole rose out of the
floor. The pole, of course, went up their asses, which meant that they would
sleep standing up. For the rest of their lives the only occasion on which they
would lie down, was if they stumbled and fell, in which case they could be sure
of severe punishment.
There were two basic ways in which they could spend the night. If they had
performed poorly they would be stand with their own pole rammed up their ass,
back-to-back or side-by-side. Depending on the severity of their transgression
various implements of torture could them be used on their bodies.
If they had performed well, and all things considered Master thought they had on
their first day as ponies, they were left standing face to face. Their legs were
tied to the pole and the dildo was set to vibrate, further exciting the already
sexually charged ponies. Their blinkers and bits were removed and instead a
double-headed dildo gag was put on their mouths. It filled their mouths
completely while just allowing their lips to touch. It was held in place by a
strap going behind the backs of their heads. It also positioned them so that
they looked straight into each other's eyes. The situation was intensely
emotional as each had the chance to look his fellow pony, the pony he would in
all likelihood spend the rest of his life with, straight in the eye and try to
communicate. It was also an intensely sensual and sexual position, and it only
became more sexual when Master took hold of their cocks. As the ponies moaned in
passion, he stroked them until they were hard. Then he pressed the two cocks
together, so that they touched along the entire length of the cock. And because
their cocks were almost exactly the same length, the tip of each cock just
touched the other pony's abdomen. Then Master took a wide piece of rubber and
wrapped it around the two cocks, enclosing them in warm, soft darkness. He
secured the rubber blanket with three straps along the length of the wrapped up
cocks. Then he left the ponies for the night.
Standing like that; lips together, cocks rubbing against each other, dildos
vibrating in their asses, completely helpless and enslaved by the cruel man who
now owned them completely, was about as intimate and sensual as possible and
soon they were moving their hips to provide a little friction so they could get
off. As they came, they looked in each other's eyes, sharing their orgasms,
sharing their complete submission. Tan-Tan and Jo-Jo only had eyes for each
other. Tan-Tan felt wonderfully relaxed after shooting his load and feeling the
other man's warm cum against his abdomen. This relaxed state lasted for a little
while, but pretty soon both were hard again and a renewed round of thrusting
began, a cycle that was repeated until well into the night when both ponies were
exhausted and their supply of cum completely spent.
