This story is completely fictional. It is about the relationship between me and multiple guys and horses. Many forms and fetishes of bondage will be used as well as severe punishment. Many twists, turns, and surprises are in store. This is a multi-chapter story and after this one you might have to read the ones before it to fully understand what is happening. I do a recall in the first paragraph with the highlights of what went on in the previous chapter. A full list of names and characters is available, but the names of the characters in each chapter are mentioned before I begin that chapter. If your name is used it is coincidental and the characters were based on the personality of Masters, Sir's, boys, slaves, horses, girls, and women I have known. I Have full permission from these personalities in the before sentence to use them however I want. A few of the characters are minors, but they do not participate in any sex acts. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason you should not read this story and should instead leave right away.

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Character list:

Mike: A lean fit muscular guy in his forties.

Master Rick: A lean fit muscular owner of a ranch and horse herd in his mid fifties.

Master Wes: Same as Master Rick but a bit younger, does ranch and real estate.

Bazooka: The lead stallion of the ranch

3 The next pounding

I wake up and Master Wes is there. He motions me to kneel and I do so. Bazooka was let out earlier, I assume to graze. He asks me how I felt and I reply I do not know. I get a chuckle out of Master Wes. He gently squeezes my nuts and plays with my dick to make it hard. My abs twitch and my knees shake a bit. Master Wes releases his hands and says how do they feel? I say that they are irritated but not sore.

I mention about Bazooka being in the upside down position and he licking my nuts and dick gently when I passed out. He nods and says that Bazooka has not done that to his knowledge before so that means that Bazooka has something special in mind and we will find out later today.

I am led back into the house and given a shower to clean me and then a surprise, led to a special hot tub but it is not filled with water but oil. This to me is a special reward for not failing yesterday. It is a different type of tub that is deep not wide. As I slowly get in the oil and it is deep enough to get all but my head submerged. I hear a noise and turn around to see stocks suspended over the tub but with only a head opening. I slide my head in and the stocks are clamped shut.

Master Wes points out the handles and I put my hands into them and they clamp shut immobilizing my hands. Master Wes says feel with your feet along the edge and stick your feet in. I find then and feel my feet being clamped. I cannot move and every inch of skin from the neck down is exposed to the oil. Master Wes presses a button and bubbles start coming up. I gasp at the sensation and Master Wes smiles. He says you will be here a bit and to relax and leaves to make breakfast.

I think an hour has passed when Master Wes comes back and turns off the tub. The clamps are released and I start to get out but I am motioned not to. He presses a button and a lift built in raises me back up to level. I stay there for a minute letting the oil drip off me and I am very smooth. Master Wes nods and gives me a towel to dry off and to give me a house coat and sandals. We go to the dining room to have breakfast as indeed I am very hungry.

Master Wes gives a solid spank on my dick and rubs my dick hard. I extend my dick out and I asked Master Wes to spank again harder. He does so and makes my dick throb. I ask Master Wes to move my dick out of the way and slap as hard as possible to my nuts. My legs quiver at the impact and Master Wes force bends my dick under me causing me to yelp. He says enough we do not want to keep Bazooka waiting as his punishments are severe. A thong is put on bending my dick but it feels good under restraint.

I am led to the room and Bazooka is there. I am given the directive to clean and brush him. He knickers at me and gets one of my best brushing and cleaning jobs. I return the brushes to the storage area and wait for what is to come next. I see a 5 gallon bucket next to the table as well as a full hood with holes only for the nose. There is also a small bag. Master Rick asks if I am ready and I say that Master Wes warmed me up and I am.

A gallon of milk was given to me and I drink until it is gone. I am given more laxative. The hood was put on and nothing but a little light and sound is present. My feet are spread apart and I feel my nut sack tied as before but I get a little surprise as a heavy weight is attached and swung freely to stretch my nut sack. I whimper a bit but feel the clamps reattached and the neck collar put on. My dick is fully hard but now bigger but sagging with the weight on my nut sack. The weight is released and my dick head is reattached to the nipple clamps.

While this was happening, a pulley was being attached to the back ring of the collar and the weight dropped to stretch my nut sack back under me. My knees shake at the strain but my nut sack and dick do not. After a moment I straighten up and the string is tied off. I hear a scraping noise and figure it is the five gallon bucket. I am asked to sniff it and I realize it is fresh horse dung. I am asked do I want it moist or soupy. I reply moist at the bottom and soupy at the top and I feel a new diaper loosely put on. I am asked how much and I say as much as can be crammed in. Master Wes says good choice.

I am told to hold out the rear of the diaper and I feel a third of the bucket slide down the back of my butt. I am asked to turn around and another third is put in the front then forced between my legs. The rest is put in the front. I am felt and there is room left and Master Rick says to get a fresh shot from Bazooka down the front and a good load is given and a piece of wood crams in as much as possible and I am felt and there is no leakage or no space left.

I mention that I feel the milk coming and the rubber pants are put on compressing the shit between my legs. I am not dropped as before but gently put on his back. I feel ropes being lashed to my legs somewhat secure and my hands tied in front of me so I can put my hands on the base of his neck. I do not feel the shit move and wonder what will happen. I feel my full body weight is on the base of my dick.

I sense Bazooka in a good mood and eager to please as we are led somewhere. I could smell we were in an arena as I could smell the hay and the grain. The blindfold was taken off and I was amazed how much shit I had crammed between my legs. The strings are tightened to my dick and nut sack and I am asked if I am ready to shit. I say yes as it is throbbing and my butt is clenched tight to hold it back.

Master Wes says we are going to Bazooka have his way with you. If you do whatever Bazooka wants to his satisfaction he will indicate what the next phase will be and the hood is put back on. I feel a pat. And then silence I assumed he would trot for awhile but I was wrong. I relax my butt and I feel Bazooka tense and shift backward and realize he is rearing up to full height. I let loose in mid air as much as possible and he lands hard compressing me onto his back. The force is hard enough for me to scream.

I gasp as my dick and balls scream at me. I feel hands lifting me up since the ropes were not tight and holding myself up hands force more gunk between my legs I am told to let go and I feel I have three inches between me and I feel Bazooka tense and rear up. I shit some more in mid air and hold my legs out as far as possible and bear the brunt of the shock on the base of my dick. My dick and balls scream at me and I cum hard for the next seven rear ups and plunges. Bazooka stops at a hand signal I assume as I am gasping.

I am lifted one more time and asked to drain myself and I do that as much shit as possible is pushed between my legs. The strings and nipple clamps are removed from their restraints but the nut sack is not but is pulled harder. My dick, now bigger and thicker, is forced bent around the waist of the diaper. I have over three inches between him and me. A voice says you must achieve direct contact with Bazooka; he will not stop until he feels the base of your dick on his spine.

I nod yes I understand and we are led to the back behind the barn and I feel solid ground. Bazooka does only half rears reaching five feet. I extend my legs out for the first one and my nuts scream at me. There is no pause as if fighting a snake. Wham, wham, wham, I lose count after seven hard plunges and cum on every plunge and it does not stop. After about twenty plunges, I feel him gather and rise up fully I let my legs out and the last hit makes me scream.

I was gasping so hard I was not aware Bazooka stopped. Bazooka was led back to the arena and to walk around the arena. He did so with a brisk walk and I felt pleasure from my nut sack. It felt like that he was not tired in the slightest. My hood was taken off and given some water. I looked down at my stretched dick and said wow.

The jumps were set up around the arena and set to 2 to 5 feet high. Bazooka neighs and a voice say's yes? Bazooka walks over to a series of pictures and noses on the blindfold, a clock and the number 6. Well Master Rick's voice says, Bazooka has decided you wear the blindfold, and you will be on his back for 6 hours. I nod yes. Bazooka sees me nod yes and rears up fully and he lands hard compressing me onto his back. I show not the slightest fear as my dick and balls throb hard at me.

As we go back into the arena, we stop to get some items. Master Wes says do you want another mystery balloon? I say yes with something different now and another one in three hours and that it take's harder force to break.

Master Wes smiles and says okay, be back in a moment. Master Wes says trot around the arena till I return. Bazooka trots with grace and I post with him so I compress my dick and they tingle as if pleasured. I nudge my knees to do some small jumps and we start hopping over the small ones and we go over as one over three five foot gates. I hear a stop command and Bazooka transitions to a walk and return to Master Wes.

We walk over to Master Wes and he unties the restraints, tickles Bazooka so he lowers his front so I can get off and Master Wes removes the rubber shorts and temporarily takes off the diaper. My dick freed, stretches out fully and then I hear a clip and my dick is bent under me with the force of a twenty pound rock. I gasp at the strain and pain of my dick being bent in this manner. My right leg buckles and I drop to one knee. I hear "get up" and slowly get back up and stand straight both knees quivering.

My dick slowly succumbs to the weight of the rock and I feel it touch my tailbone. The weight is released and my dick rubbed till hard again. I hear "fight the strain" and the weight is reattached and my dick screams in agony and I pump it as best as possible but the weight wins out and my dick slowly returns to the tailbone. Good enough for now, He cleans my dick and attaches a dick pump and stretches my dick as far as it will go.

I ask Master Wes to set all the jumps at five to six feet while my dick stretches out. Okay Master Wes says, sit on Bazooka so your dick has support, and I get on Bazooka. Bazooka knickers to Master Wes who says walk and we do for about a half hour so my dick was stimulated by the pump and stride walked. I hear return and we head back next to the table and there is a massive balloon there. Master Rick concocted this pointing to the balloon but it is something different.

No pounding will be allowed nor will you try to break it on jumping. My nut sack is rubbed and then stretched back as far as it will go. He removes the dick pump and attaches a string to my dick head. He gets the shit filled diaper and grabs another five gallon bucket of shit and smothers my dick with what shit remains in the old diaper so it is slimy. He asks me to spread my legs and to hold the balloon while he attaches the diaper. He says to rotate the balloon so the tied end is up so the balloon will have a harder time breaking. I do so and feel the contents slosh around.

Bring your legs together and hold the balloon as tight as possible. I feel the diaper return and hold it tightly. I feel new crap being poured and crammed into the diaper so there is no space left. I feel a gallon of water being poured in making the crap soupy. The rubber shorts are yanked up compressing everything between my legs and my dick wrapped around my waist.

Turn to face Bazooka, put your hands behind your back, and spread you legs. I hear Master say to Bazooka do you approve? I sense what is to happen and a foreleg lashes out and kicks the base of the balloon hard at the base of my dick. The balloon vibrates but does not break. Bazooka nods, ready to do whatever to break it on command, and then I suffer till the next balloon.

Master Wes attaches the collar, yanks hard on the nut sack line and secures it. I feel Master Wes's hands force down the shit so everything is now between my legs. Bazooka lowers himself and I get on and he rises slowly and Master Wes ties my arms and legs securely. He asks water? I say half in front and half in back so the shit, my legs, and balloon will get wet and so I will not chafe. He says okay and starts pouring first the back. My butt clinches but then relaxes. The front gets the rest. I feel the soupy shit start to move down into every crevice of the diaper and shorts.

Another gallon of milk and laxative I drink. The hood is put on with a gag and I hear the command walk and we go around the arena and my wet legs and balloon mold themselves to each other. I feel like there is four inches of liquid and I feel Bazooka pump himself to get ready to start jumping.

Okay Master Wes says. Do you feel the balloon ready to break? I nod yes to Master Wes. Bazooka does a little trot, breaks into a gallop and heads for a series of jumps. I lean forward as I have no choice and I feel the liquids go backward as we go up and forward as we go down. We go over three jumps and turn around and Bazooka lowers his ass at a signal from Master Wes and stops hard and the force of me being slammed me hard onto Bazooka's back causes the balloon to explode.

My nut sack and dick scream in pain as mineral ice, liquefied pumpkin filling, and molasses cover my dick, nut sack and legs. The pain was so great I actually screamed out loud. I was loud enough so that the gag could not contain it.

Bazooka does half rears and my legs, balls and dick seem to be on fire. Bazooka fully rears and the pounding drives home the force being applied and I cum hard at each plunge and scream at the pressure applied. Bazooka stops and my hood and gag are removed and I am fully gasping to breathe, I tell Master Wes after a moment I could not hold the pain in any longer. Master Wes says your three hours start now. It was okay to scream for the balloon bust but only then.

I am given another gallon of water to drink and more laxative. The hood is refastened, and I feel the straps around my legs taken off so I think the rubber shorts can leak and drain. I feel Bazooka start walking. I sense he is in no hurry to jump so I relax as much as possible. I feel most of the liquid drain out by my legs as Bazooka walks. The base of my dick rubs with the inside of my diaper to grind in with the shit in the diaper between my legs and wonder why the liquid is allowed to drain. We have been walking for a few minutes when I feel the water and whatever shit in me and I clinch my butt to hold it all back.

Bazooka senses that I am starting to hold it but does increase his pace to a fast walk. Bazooka is waiting for the last moment that I cannot hold it any longer. I wait for it seems like five minutes to let the pressure build and my butt cannot hold it back I shift my weight to settle and I think Bazooka senses that it is time and I feel him gather himself. I sense we are coming out off a corner he continues to turn to be more in the middle of the arena and stops.

I relax my legs and a moment later he fully rears up and holds it there and I let loose as much shit and water as I have. He comes down hard and I nearly scream but hold it as the pressure being applied to my dick and balls is extreme. Bazooka does some half rears to make sure whatever I am holding is mixed well with the shit and whatever else is there. We start jumping and my dick and balls scream at every landing and some half rears are intermixed. I shit some more in mid jump and compresses the water that comes out of me and leaks out. We continue to jump doing singles and doubles and I feel the base of my dick mashing whatever is left in the diaper.

I think Master Wes senses that am ready for another balloon and signals Bazooka as he slows to a trot then walk and then stops. Bazooka is breathing hard but is not tired. I feel hands feeling me and the hood and gag are removed. Master Wes says we are halfway through the first section. I am going to release and untie you so I can inspect your nuts and dick. I merely nod since I am breathing hard. The rope is untied and removed and Bazooka kneels so I can get off. I very slowly stand up and see the rubber shorts come off and a gob of water drains out. Master Wes slips down my diaper enough to release my dick and nut sack. My knees shake as my nuts are released and my dick is throbbing hard.

A device is hung between my legs, supported by suspenders, and it appears to be a metal cup used by martial art guys to protect their nuts, but this is a larger cup that is much deeper and longer so my hole is covered. Master Wes guides me back to the side room and Bazooka follows. We walk into the center of the room and I am blindfolded. I hear gear moving and my hands get restraints but my legs do not. I feel the cup lowered and here some clicks and then pushed back up. I feel a tube going up my ass and hear a ratcheted noise and realize the cup is being jacked up and I feel the whole cup lift me off the ground.

My hands are tied straight out and I feel hoses attached to the metal cup. I feel warm water being pumped into my ass and around the nut sack and the water being drained out. I relax only to have the cup vibrate me. I sense Bazooka walk up to me and start licking my nipples. I gasp at the sensation and nearly pass out. The vibrator continues for a half hour then is shut off. I feel myself being lowered and the cup and restraints being removed. I feel my nut sack and dick throb hard and I feel the rest of me washed and cleaned. I feel Master Wes bend my dick to the left and right, then fully up then bend it under me. I feel the strain but grunt a little. My nut sack is squeezed but pleasure is what I feel.

Master Wes says good boy, you are doing well. I am laid on a bench so I can relax for a moment. I hear Bazooka walk up and I am surprised that he licks my dick to make it harder and sucks the whole rod into his mouth. My whole body shakes at the sensation and Master Wes squeezes my hard nipples and I gasp loudly and ask if I could cum. Ask Bazooka Master Wes says.

I ask Bazooka if I can and while asking Master Wes walks behind me and continues to squeeze my nipples from behind me and I feel Bazooka's lips close and his tongue is wrapped around my dick and I am lifted off the bench. I feel my dick quiver and shoot one of the biggest loads that I feel I have never done before. Bazookas lower me back to the ground and stroke my dick for a few times and then let's go.

I feel that my dick and my body weight on my dick seem to have stretched the base of my dick a whole inch. We return back to where the diaper and other stuff are waiting. I ask for some more milk, laxative, and to have horse shit crammed into the diaper. Master Wes says okay but I am going to reattach the nipple clamps. I nod yes ad the collar with rings is put on and then the nipple clamps. My dick is snugly tied to the nipple clamp chain and my nut sack is re wrapped and a string is attached. The rock weight is tied on and dropped straining my nut sack, dick, and nipples but they seem not to be in pain as before. The hood is put back on.

Bazooka seems to sense this and since the rock is only a few inches off the ground steps on it causing me to gasp out loud. I feel Master Wes adjust my dick so the tension is tighter. He smoothes on a thick layer of mineral ice on my nut sack and dick and I say that feels good, not as painfully as before. The diaper is slipped on and I feel it make contact with my dick and nut sack and it feels soggy and full of leftover shit. The rubber pants are slid up halfway and I hear a container open and the diaper filled to the brim with horse shit.

I hear Bazooka walk up and Master Wes says step forward. I do and I feel the front part of the diaper pulled out and Bazooka pees into the diaper. It feels warm as it trickles through the shit. I feel the diaper snap back into place and the rubber shorts pulled up tight compressing the diaper and shit. I feel Master Wes push as much shit as it will go between my legs. I am given a leg up and launched up high and come down hard on Bazooka's back. I gasp hard as my dick and nut sack are pressured. I am retied loosely so my ass can slap Bazooka's back.

We are led back to the arena and Bazooka is happy to return to jumping and does some half rears pounding me a bit but I enjoy it. I feel the milk coming and nudge Bazooka and we circle the arena and as we start on the first jump in mid air I let loose the liquid mess inside me and yet cum again as we land compressing me on his back and we do not stop jumping until Master Wes signals Bazooka to stop. Bazooka slows to a walk and stops and I am shaking a bit with all the jumping and knowing it is only half over.

The ropes are untied and Bazooka lowers himself and I get off and feel for his neck and give him a big hug and he knickers in response. My hood is removed and I am given water and I drink deeply. The rubber pants slightly pulled down and another massive balloon is slid between my legs. I hold onto the balloon while the diaper and rubber pants are yanked up. Master Wes say's no need for the hood so you can see around. It will be up to Bazooka to break the balloon.

Then the strings to my nipples and dick are tightened a bit more. Bazooka lowers himself so I can get on and not break the balloon and rises. The ropes are reattached loosely so I can rub the balloon with my legs and dick. Bazooka starts walking and I feel like being on a water bed but feeling Bazooka through the fluid. We walk a lap and I nudge him saying I am ready as the balloon has settled and Bazooka knickers back. He does not do the half rears but shifts into a trot, then gallop. We go around the arena and I relax a bit and Bazooka sensing this lowers his ass and comes to a sudden stop.

The force of the stop and as I slam hard into Bazookas back the balloon breaks and I feel creamed corn, liquid cream cheese, and some Ben gay get everywhere within the rubber shorts. My nut sack and part of my dick get emerged in the liquid. I scream as the Ben gay gets into my nut sack and dick causing instant pain. We trot around and the pounding mixes everything between my legs and I seem to be on fire as the Ben gay gets everywhere. We stop and Master Wes tightens the ropes and says have fun.

We trot for a bit the change to a gallop and we fly over the jumps and as we land each time the shock waves are felt in my nut sack and dick. I let lose the shit and water but do not cum as before sensing Bazooka has something in mind for me. After what seems like minutes but was nearly two hours Master Wes calls stop and we slow to a trot and walk and stop next to Master Wes and he unties the rope. Bazooka lowers himself so I can get off and Master Wes unties the rope and nipple clamps along with the rubber shorts and diaper. Master Wes says how do you feel? I respond that my dick and nut sack are on fire and sore but unhurt and Master Wes says good.

Now for a reward, I am boosted back onto Bazooka's back lift myself up so my nut sack is pulled back and follow Master Wes out next to the river. Master Wes says grab tight with your legs and with your hands to his mane. Bazooka senses the squeeze of my legs and does some half rears pounding me and then leaps into the river. I cum again when we hit the water, and I slide off and rub him clean and then myself. I get back on and we climb out of the river and follow Master Wes back to the side room where I get off Bazooka. Master Wes looks me over and says take care of Bazooka.

I grab some towels and rub him down, brush him and put his blanket on and lead him to his stall and feed him. I give him a big hug and he knickers at me. Master Wes says come and I follow him to the back yard to the hot tub with oil in it. I get in and Master Wes puts on the stock on my neck and says relax; I will be back when dinner is ready. I say yes Master Wes and turns on the tub and I am so exhausted I fall asleep. I hear music coming from somewhere and it is soothing.

I was so deep in sleep that I did not feel the tub turned off and me being carried into the house next to the dining room table. I am laid on the floor and a few minutes later I smell food and wake up. Both Master Wes and Master Rick are there smiling. Master Rick calls me over and looks me over, feeling my nut sack and dick which are still throbbing.

Master Rick says come over here to the other side of me and there is a jack stand with a different cup and I straddle it and it is jacked up so my body weight forces my entire dick and balls into the cup. I am told by Master Rick to eat and the cup starts vibrating, not hard, just enough to massage my dick and balls.

Master Wes tells me to recall all that happened and how I felt. I do so and also mention that I was becoming used to it, that it was painful with the Ben gay but will get used to it. I also mention about the music uncertain where it came from. Both Master Wes and Master Rick nod and smile Master Rick says finish eating and we will play with you till bed time. I say yes Master Rick and continue eating.

After dinner the cup is lowered and taken off and the throbbing in my nut sack and dick has stopped. My dick freed from the cup stretches out, hardens fully and seems to say ready for more. I am led into a room I had not noticed it before. It was full of bondage equipment some new and some old. I noticed locked storage cabinets and assumed more equipment was stored there. I ask Master Rick if I can shit before we begin. He points to an unusual toilet that I straddle and let loose. I drain myself and then restraints are put on my legs and arms.

I am then blindfolded and feel pads being attached to my abs and some strap on the base of my dick and dick head. I feel a tube with a plug inserted into my hole and liquid seems to be pumped inside me, I smell it as the beer I had for dinner. Then I hear the noise of shrink wrap. I am told to suck it in and hold it and I am wrapped from the neck down. The only spots that are exposed are my nipples, nut sack, and dick. I am led to a table and secured to it so I could not move. I wince as my nipples are squeezed, balls slapped and my dick played with.

I feel wires being attached and realize it is an Electra stimulation device. I hear relax this will not hurt and let the device have its way with you. I completely relax and feel my abdominal muscled contort then relax. I feel a second area and my dick starts to contort too. I hear Master Rick say we are going to let you enjoy the sensation and change the pattern after about ten minutes. I am going to increase the setting. Gasp when you feel working well. I feel the voltage increase till my dick and abdominals are convulsing hard and I gasp.

Master Rick says well, now I will rub you. I feel his hands and Master Wes tickle and tease me. I grunt at the stimulation given and after some time a gag is inserted and wrapped into place with shrink wrap and I breathe hard and deep thru my nose. They turn the voltage way up and feel my body shake and contort and I hear a hold on. I continue to convulse for another minute and all of the sudden it stops and I pass out.

I dream of the music again and am fascinated by the tune as I cannot seem to locate the source. I sense I have heard the music before but where. Then I think of a horse show when I was younger and remember there were many horses there. I do not remember much but the tune relaxes me to a deep sleep.