Markus Buys a Pony Part 1
This is a story of erotic fiction meant for adult readers over the age of eighteen years
Written by Jean-Christophe: January, 2014 Stories archived are http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jean-Christophe_Stories
"The characters and ideas contained in this story belong to the writer's imagination and bear no resemblance to any persons or events. Please respect the integrity of the story and don't do any rewrites, make alterations or add other artists' pictures"
Note: This story is inspired by the "pony" pictures featured in Pete Brown's Slave Pictures site at tumblr. In particular, I was "moved" to write because of the picture of Craig posted 1 January, 2014. In a sense Craig became the model for the pony, Jerry.
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Part 1 Tolliver's Pony Ranch
From behind him, Markus Derwent hears the scrunching of wheels and the soft pitter-patter of running feet. He pauses, turns and sees a pony and trap approaching him at trotting speed. His attention is drawn to the pony's naked body and it isn't just his interest that is aroused; his cock leaps to attention and tents the front of the smart, casual chinos that he is wearing. The pony is an incredibly handsome animal with long legs and a lithe body. The young pony is in black, leather harness and is being driven by a shirtless, young man of about the same age as it. Markus estimates their ages at about eighteen years give or take a year either way.
Markus steps to the side of the driveway to allow them to pass him. He is enthralled by the erotic sight of a man pony being driven in harness and as they draw nearer the driver applies his whip to the pony's ass and shouts.
"HUP! HUP!"
Of course the pony responds, as it must, to the stimulus of its driver's whip and quickens its pace. As the trap rattles past Markus, he returns the driver's friendly wave and focuses his attention on the pony.
Obviously the pony has being driven hard and it is perspiring profusely. Rivulets of sweat trickle down over the pony's lean torso and give its body an oily sheen which highlights the rippling muscles called into play by the exertions of pulling a trap and driver.
Spellbound, Markus watches the flexing of the pony's hard working legs and the undulations of its firm, curvaceous buttocks. As yet the buttocks are a lighter shade of brown than the pony's upper body and legs and Markus supposes - quite correctly - that this is a new pony unused to total nudity, still in training and not yet ready for sale. And the fresh brand "TR" on the pony's left flank confirms this is so. Markus's lustful attention is drawn to the pony's pert ass and the vivid red stripes of the driver's whip which crisscross its smooth contoured surface.
But it is the pony's hard, bobbing erection and the generous sized balls swinging freely between its thighs that Markus savours the most. The erotic sight of the pony's stressed body running under its driver's whip stirs Markus and his own erection aches for relief. Markus feels the precursory spurts of an impending, involuntary ejaculation and he fights hard to suppress it. He is only partially successful and embarrassed, he notes the small, wet patch staining his crotch. Momentarily, he panics; how can he front up to the owner of the ranch in such an obvious condition. His first reaction is to turn and leave but he has travelled some distance out from the city to Tolliver's Pony Ranch and he would rather not have to repeat the journey another day.
They say "necessity is the mother of invention" and suddenly Markus hits on the idea of untucking his shirt from within his trousers and wearing it loose over his waist. Fortunately, the shirt is long enough to hide the tell-tale sign of Markus' untimely accident and he now appears casually relaxed and ready to meet the ranch's owner, Bodean Tolliver.
Markus has come to Tolliver's Pony Ranch with one thought uppermost in his mind and that is to buy a human pony for his new rickshaw. Until recently, thirty-three year old Markus hadn't overly concerned himself with such issues as global warming or the environment - that is until the recent fuel shortages had almost brought the world to a standstill as factories and businesses closed down and workers were laid off in their tens of millions. And of course there followed the inevitable shortages of gas and the almost astronomical leap in its price which now makes the everyday driving of vehicles virtually impossible. Like most, Markus was forced to look for an alternative means of transport and finally deciding on a lightweight rickshaw drawn by a slave.
At first, the use of naked slaves to power such means of transport was considered an "affront to public decency" and owners were required by law to cloth their ponies. However, it soon became clear this wasn't practical; in wet weather the ponies' clothes became waterlogged which slowed them down considerably and exposed them to illness. And in the summer's heat, their clothing became sweat saturated which caused painful chafing and other debilitating skin disorders. Finally, it was decided to adopt a more humane approach to these problems and allow the ponies to run naked.
Over time other benefits of using slaves as ponies became more apparent. In the towns and cities there is less traffic noise and minimal smog. And the use of two-legged ponies over their four legged counterparts means there is no visual pollution. Human ponies can be trained to restrict their bodily functions to those areas set aside for them rather than foul the city's streets as was commonplace with four-legged equines before the advent of the automobile.
Markus decided the time was right for him to acquire a pony and trap of his own and he visited a showroom where he was amazed at the variety of conveyances available for purchase. These ranged from light weight, single driver models built for speed to the more upmarket landaus designed for family use. Obviously, the heavier conveyances required a larger number of ponies to pull them and Markus ruled these out of contention. Really, he was looking for something more in keeping with the sporty side of his personality.
Markus was spoiled for choice; there were just too many models and varieties to choose from and he found it difficult to decide. Eventually he opted for a very light-weight, racy model obviously built for speed - Markus liked the idea of sitting behind a naked pony watching as it ran at full pace before him - and the one he finally decided upon was finished in a sporty black matt finish with fluoro green trim and chrome wheels. Markus also bought a matching black and green leather harness set for his new pony.
Having purchased the trap, Markus was naturally impatient to acquire a slave to pull it. However, first things first and he needed to convert a corner of his garage into a stable stall to house his new pony. He hired carpenters to make the necessary alterations while he used that time to search for a reputable pony dealer.
Work colleagues who'd recently made the switch to "pony power" told him of Tolliver's Pony Ranch and today he has come to talk to the ranch's owner about buying a suitable pony.
The drive out from the city had been full of anticipation; after all this is the first time that Markus has bought a slave. All he could think of was that he is finally to choose his own pony and his thoughts were centred on that. What type of ponies would be on offer at the ranch and what would be his final choice?
The ranch is located in an isolated valley at the end of a private road and Markus was struck by the natural beauty of its setting. However, he felt disappointment as he drove through the ramshackle entrance gates and parked his vehicle in the pot-holed car parking area. And it was while walking from the car park to the buildings that the pony and trap had passed him by.
As he approaches the buildings, Markus feels he is looking at the set for a television backwoods series. The ramshackle house tilts on its sinking foundations and has obviously never been painted. Its weather-greyed patina seems somehow to emphasise the house's overall derelict appearance and its bowed roofline and sagging veranda posts just add to that impression.
Positioned around the house are a number of ancillary sheds - all as sorry looking as the house - and set some distance away from the house, Markus can see what are obviously the stables for the ponies, which give the property its reason for being. As he looks towards the stables, Markus sees three men walking towards him. One of the men is older than the other two and Markus assumes he is Bodean Tolliver, the ranch's owner. There is a marked family resemblance between the three men and Markus supposes the two younger ones are Bodean's sons.
"Hello! You must be Mr Derwent? I'm Bodean Tolliver but folks just call me Bodean. What can I call you?"
Bodean extends his hand in greeting and Markus is surprised by the power of his grip.
"Good morning, Bodean! Call me Markus."
Markus does a quick assessment of Bodean and he isn't as he'd expected. Somehow he had the notion that Tolliver's Pony Ranch would be similar to those you see in movies. Well maintained buildings, whitewashed barns and fences and everyone one walking around in jeans, plaid shirts and wearing Stetsons. However Tolliver's Pony Ranch isn't anything like those images and Bodean Tolliver isn't as Markus had expected.
Bodean seems to be of an indeterminate age - although Markus reckons him to be somewhere in his forties - and the man appears to have a stepped out of an early movie or a black and white television show which featured hillbillies as their central characters.
Bodean wears dirty jeans and a checked shirt opened down the front to just a button or two above his navel. This reveals a thick thatch of grey flecked, black chest hair that matches the stubble on his chin and the lank, matted hair on his head.
Markus feels his appearance hardly inspires confidence and he is having second thoughts.
"These here are two of my three boys. The eldest one is Saggory, the middle boy is Cooter and Pervis is my baby. At the moment, he's out training our newest pony. The three boys help me train the ponies. There's nothing they don't know about handling a pony. Isn't that so, boys?"
"Sure, Pa!" The two answer in unison. "There's not an animal we can't handle."
As Markus and Bodean talk, he studies Bodean's two "boys". Certainly they are their father's git and are as alike as peas in a pod. Each is shirtless - after all the day is hot - and both sons wear threadbare, washed-out, denim bib and brace overalls worn through at the knees. When Cooter turns his back to Markus, he is surprised to see his unclad ass showing through a gaping rent in the seat of his overalls. Obviously Cooter doesn't bother to wear an undergarment.
Markus does a quick assessment of the Tolliver brothers. He estimates that Saggory, the eldest is aged in his mid-twenties while Cooter is perhaps twenty-one or twenty-two and Markus, from his earlier sighting of Pervis, the "baby of the family", had determined his age at about eighteen.
Despite their unkempt appearances - and Markus wonders how long it's been since Saggory or Cooter had last washed, shaved or had a haircut - both brothers have imposing physiques. Bare- chested with wide shoulders, bulging biceps and well defined pectoral muscles, their loose fitting overalls do little to conceal their trim, narrow waists and firm, rounded buttocks.
Despite his initial revulsion, Markus finds himself inexplicably attracted to the earthy rawness of the brothers. Obviously their work around the farm has honed their deeply tanned bodies to a state of near perfection and under other circumstances he'd consider them as good-looking.
Indeed, Markus finds their appearance is "cock-stirring".
"Was that your boy driving the pony and trap I noticed when I arrived?" Markus asks.
"Yes that was Pervis." Bodean replies. "He's giving the pony its daily exercise run. You passed him on the way in?"
"Yes Bodean! I stopped to watch your son as he drove past. I must say I was very impressed by the pony."
"That pony shows great promise," Bodean replies, "but it still needs more training before it's ready to begin permanent pony duties."
"The pony looks very young. Can I ask how you came by him, Bodean?"
"Sure! It came to us from the Law courts like all our ponies. We have the right of first choice from all the non-violent criminals sentenced to slavery. The violent ones all end up in the mines or the quarries but any non-violent offender can end up either as a house slave or, as is the case with us, we train it to lead a more useful life as a pony."
"The pony looks too young to be an offender. I wonder what crime it committed to warrant such harsh punishment."
"It was guilty of vandalism. They caught it red-handed spraying graffiti on the wall of a public building."
"The punishment seems harsh but it'll make a great pony for some lucky owner. When will it be ready for sale?"
"It won't be sold as it's already spoken for! We're training it and when it's ready it will go to its new owner."
"Does the pony know who its new master is?"
"NO! It has no idea," Bodean laughs heartily, "and it's in for a rude shock. Its new owner is the same judge who sentenced it to slavery. He took quite a shine to the boy and I understand he arranged to buy it direct from the courts. That's one of the perks of the job I guess."
"So it would seem. But why is it in for a rude shock?"
"If you saw Judge Summers you'd see what I mean. He's old and very overweight and rumour has it that he can't get his pecker up until he has soundly thrashed the ass that he's about to fuck."
"That's a pity as I like the look of the pony. I'd hoped that I might look at it with a view to buying it."
"Well Markus, you can't buy it but there's nothing to stop you from looking and touching and here's Pervis now. I'll stop him and you can finger the pony. But I can tell you we have others in the stables that will interest you as much as this boy does."
Bodean signals Pervis to stop and Markus watches as Pervis pulls back on the reins and brings the trap to a sudden halt. Markus looks on as the stressed pony struggles to remain standing upright between the shafts as its legs buckle beneath it. He is positive that only the pony's harness prevents it from collapsing to its knees. Markus hears the pony's ragged breathing and he sees the steady rise and fall of its chest and the rapid bellowing of its belly as it gulps air into its oxygen starved lungs. The pony is sweating profusely causing its body to glisten in the bright sunlight and Markus notes that more whip stripes have been laid on the pony's ass and shoulders. No one pays attention to the pony's distress and it is left to stand and recover as best it can while Bodean discusses its progress with his youngest son.
"Tell me Pervis! How did the training session go? Is the pony making progress?"
"It went real well Pa! The pony is getting better every day. It has built up endurance and it is able to run faster for longer periods. It now obeys my instructions and responds to the whip."
"That's good to hear, Pervis. This here is Mr Derwent who has come to look over our stock with the intention of buying a pony. But first, he wants to examine this pony."
"Sure Pa! Is there anything I can do to help Mr Derwent?" Pervis asks politely.
"Thank you, Pervis!" Markus replies. "I'm a novice at this type of thing so where do I start?"
"Start by getting a feel for the animal." Bodean helpfully suggests. "Run your hands over it and feel the power in its body and the strength of its muscles."
Markus needs no second bidding and he steps over to the pony and places his hands on the pony's still heaving chest. The pony flinches under his touch and draws back between the shafts of the trap.
Markus hears Pervis sharp rebuke to the pony.
"Steady boy! Steady! Stand still or you'll feel my whip on your useless ass."
Hesitantly at first, Markus runs his hands over the pony's sweat-sodden torso and feels the hardness of its body. His fingers knead the solid pectorals and he feels the strong, rapid heartbeats. For the next few minutes, Markus is lost in a world of eroticism. He revels in the power he has over the pony and its total submission to his needs.
Markus marvels at the smooth, rock solid hardness of the slave's body and he notes the absence of any body hair; even the pubes are missing which serves to showcase the pony's more than ample genitalia. Markus has seen enough ponies around town to know that this absence of hair is almost universally accepted among their owners. Markus considers this is a pity as he has always been partial to body hair on the male figure. But he supposes the complete removal of its body hair does impress upon the pony its lowly animal status.
So engrossed is he in his inspection of the pony, Markus doesn't see the exchange of smiles and telling winks between Bodean Tolliver and his three sons. They recognize Markus is now "hooked" and that this makes the sale of a pony to him all the more likely. Despite his apparent lack of sophistication, Bodean is an astute student of human nature and a great judge of character. He recognizes that Markus is a "soft target" who, once he has fingered a naked slave, will be an easy sell. Patiently they wait as Markus finishes his examination of the pony. They watch as Markus fondles the pony's still erect cock and kneads the twin orbs of his ass before surreptitiously slipping a finger into the sweaty asscrack and teasing the pony's puckering anus.
Bodean knows city types like Markus think of themselves as hardnosed who like to bargain to their own advantage. He knows instinctively that this will be the case with Markus as they negotiate a price for one of his animals. Well so be it; whatever Bodean lacks in city sophistication he more than compensates for with his natural cunning and homespun, folksy demeanour.
Markus is unaware that his inspection of the pony is all part of Bodean's broader strategy. By allowing Markus to inspect the slave, Bodean awakens within him the need to possess his own pony. From past experience, Bodean knows the signs all too well; already Markus is finding the idea of owning his own pony irresistible. The next part of Bodean's plan is to inflate the prices of his livestock to such an outrageous level that Markus will have to bargain with him. Again that is all part of his plan. Deliberately, he'll adopt an "aw shucks" attitude that will lull Markus into the false belief that he has the upper hand over "this country bumpkin". When the price has reached the level that Bodean considers the appropriate figure, he'll "um and ah" before he appears to reluctantly give in to Markus's superior negotiating skills but at the price he'd carefully arrived at beforehand.
Markus finishes his inspection and steps away from the pony.
"Does the pony have a name?" he asks.
"It does!" Bodean replies. "But I can't recall what it's called."
"Its name is Jerry, Pa!" Pervis volunteers the answer.
"Well Pervis," Bodean answers, "I guess it time to take Jerry back to the stables for its reward."
"What reward?" Markus asks in surprise. "You reward your ponies?"
"Always reward your pony, Markus." Bodean replies. "A pony need only know one thing and that is total obedience to its owner's commands. It needs to know it will be rewarded for good performance and punished for bad behaviour."
"Do you reward them with a piece of carrot or apple? Or maybe it's a sugar cube?"
Markus asks in all seriousness and he is unprepared for the mirthful response to his question. As Bodean and his three sons laugh uproariously, he feels slighted.
"Have I said something funny?" He asks tartly.
Bodean regains his composure and apologizes.
"I'm sorry, Markus! And I should apologize. Your question was a genuine one for a novice. But that's not how you reward your pony when it performs well for you. You need to show your total appreciation for its efforts to please you."
"And how do you do that?"
"Why you fuck it! Ain't nothing a pony enjoys more than for its owner to fuck it hard. It's a sure sign that it has earned its owner's approval. For that reason, ponies love being fucked by their owners."
"I never knew that! Is that always the case?" Markus asks doubtfully. "I know some guys who own ponies and I can't imagine them having sex with their ponies."
"You'd be surprised at how many owners do use their animals for pleasure, Markus. I think you'll find it's the rule rather than the exception. That's why we always train our ponies not only to pull a conveyance but also to use their bodies to give sexual relief to their owners. We train all our ponies to be dual-purposed."
Markus is speechless! The notion of sex with his new pony isn't something he'd ever considered. But thinking about it, he decides it does have great appeal. He looks over to where the pony, Jerry is standing recovering from its training run and he feels envious of Pervis who is to reward it.
The pony's desperate breathing has eased; nevertheless its panting highlights the gentle rise and fall of the manly chest and fluttering of the belly muscles. Jerry is still sweating copiously in the day's heat and presents a glistening, erotic picture. As Markus gazes lustfully at Jerry's pert, curvaceous buttocks, he fantasises about the pleasures to be found in the deep, dividing cleft separating the twin orbs of the delectable ass. Suddenly, his cock springs to life for the second time and Markus is glad that his loose fitting shirt conceals his erection. His cock throbs with an urgent desire to bury itself in the canyon of the pony's ass and to probe at its puckering hole.
Markus is unaware that Bodean is reading his body language and his thoughts. He decides to press home the point and to capitalize on Markus's lust.
"Markus, it's important to remember to fuck your pony immediately after its good performance. This reinforces in the animal's mind that its owner is pleased with it and that it is being rewarded. This also builds a strong bond between the master and his pony. And I have to say there's no better time to fuck a pony than immediately after a hard run while it is still hot and sweaty. I don't know why but the animal is at its most receptive and a good fuck is virtually guaranteed. Isn't that so boys?"
Bodean's three sons enthusiastically chorus as one.
"Sure thing Pa!"
"And you can't beat fucking a freshly, well-whipped ass!" Saggory laughs.
Marcus is intrigued by their answers. Bodean had said a few minutes ago that Tolliver ponies are dual-purposed and he wonders who trains them and what methods are used. There is only one way to find out and that is to ask directly.
"Do all four of you train the ponies, Bodean?"
"Yes, we all have a hand in their training, Markus. We each take responsibility for training the ponies both in and out of harness. We all play a part in every pony's training and we don't play favourites with them. Each pony receives equal attention from all four of us if you know my meaning."
Markus does get the "wink, wink, nudge, nudge" allusion in Bodean's answer. It would seem that the father and his three sons all have a hand in the sexual training of their ponies. He is intrigued by this and would like to know more. Almost as though he is reading Markus's mind Bodean continues.
"Markus, I mentioned before that our ponies are dual-purpose ponies. And they are multifaceted too. We train them to pull a carriage and to use their bodies to pleasure their owners. And that means they use both their mouths and their asses. Each pony is trained to suck cock or to take it up its ass. So if you buy a pony from us you know you are getting a well-trained, docile animal that will pull your trap and help to relieve any sexual tension you might have."
"And when they leave us," Cooter adds, "our ponies are guaranteed to love their owner's cock ain't that right, Pa?"
"That's right, Cooter! But now, I reckon we best let Pervis take his pony to the stables and unharness it. And if it's okay with you Markus we could tag along and watch as Pervis gives his pony its reward. What do you say Markus?"
Markus is taken by surprise with Bodean's unexpected offer. Of course, he'd love to watch as Pervis fucks the young pony. However, because of his false modesty, he doesn't wish to appear too eager.
"Would that be in order, Bodean? I mean..... will Pervis mind having me watching him?"
"No not at all, Markus! Pervis isn't shy. None of my boys are. They often fuck the ponies together in a group. And it doesn't matter about the pony's feelings does it? After all it's just an animal and they don't matter none."
"Well if you're sure it's alright - then I'd love to watch. Perhaps I can pick up a few pointers on how to treat my new pony."
"I'm sure you will, Markus!"
Bodean cannily knows that Markus is now well and truly hooked. When he leaves the ranch, he'll do so with one of his ponies in the trunk of his auto. The only thing that remains is to have Markus choose his new pony. It will be interesting to watch as he does so.
Pervis climbs back into his trap and slaps the reins on the pony's shoulders with the instruction to
"Giddup! Walk on!"
Obediently the pony begins its walk to the stables with Markus, Bodean and his two other sons walking closely behind.
To be continued ...................