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A New Batch Of Stallions

Chapter 1

When Ben woke up he was unable to move. After some confusion he found out that he was tied, gagged and blindfolded, lying on his side and strapped down so securely that he could only move his head. He experienced a moment of panic as he realized his situation and tried screaming. The sound was so muffled that even he had trouble hearing it properly. It made him realize that he had to wait and see what happened. Escaping from these bonds was impossible so all he could do was wait. Calming down he realized that he was in a moving car. Ben was very puzzled. How had this happened? All he could remember was coming home with Thomas. And then nothing. This sparked a new round of panic: What about Thomas? Was Thomas all right? This sparked a new round of futile struggling as he worried about his friend and lover.

Right next to him Thomas was going through the same and he too eventually had to settle for waiting to see what would happen when they arrived at their destination.

After a long, long drive Ben and Thomas felt the car stop and soon thereafter the trunk was opened and cool air touched their skin. Then the straps were released and strong hands lifted them out of the truck and helped them stand, swaying insecurely in their new, unfamiliar footwear. Ben and Thomas felt something being attached to their necks and then they felt their legs being released from their bonds. They didn't have time to find their footing properly before they felt someone pulling them by their necks and they had to stumble along, not able to get proper footing in the painful boots they now wore.

As Thomas gained a little more control over his new boots he tried resisting and so did Ben, and they both stopped and refused to go any further. Master dealt with this silently and harshly. He didn't believe in talking to beasts, so he simply grabbed both pony boys by their balls and squeezed them - hard. Ben and Thomas fell to the ground as pain exploded from their crotches. As they lay there they felt the riding crop beginning to strike them. The two ponies mewled with pain until they finally figured out that whoever controlled them wanted them to get up again. They were both whining with pain as they struggled to get up, finally succeeding. Although they could not see it, their bodies were now covered in welts and there was no more rebellion as Master led them towards the stables.

As Ben and Thomas were brought to a halt, Master went behind Thomas and released his arms from their painful backprayer position. Thomas immediately tried fighting, but he was blind, his hands were encased in mittens rendering them useless and Master was much stronger than him, so after a short fight Thomas was hanging from his tied wrists, his feet dangling a few inches above the ground. He again tried fighting as he felt Master grab his ankles and tie them so that he hung with his legs spread wide. Again the fighting did him no good and he hung his head in defeat. He didn't stay in this comparatively relaxed state for long. Master tolerated no resistance and now he whipped Thomas mercilessly and soon Thomas was screaming behind his gag, thrashing and twisting as he tried to escape the whip. It did him no good. Soon his whole body was covered in angry, red welts and his balls were swelling badly as the whip had found them several times. Thomas was sobbing hysterically under his hood and hung limply, trying to mewl out that he would behave.

Ben had heard all this, but hadn't fully understood it so when Master turned his attention to him, he tried the same things as Thomas had. Soon he too hung in his bonds, hysterically mewling out his defeat.

Then finally Master removed their hoods. As they blinked towards the light, they saw the powerful man who had caught them. Seeing each other was reassuring at first, then disheartening. Not only had their lover been caught as well, it also meant that now there would be no one looking for them. Master saw the looks on their faces and smiled. He had them now and was already well on his way to breaking them. He saw their pleading and questioning eyes, but he had decided that these two would be trained by using reward and punishment only, no words, no verbal instructions. They would have to figure out what pleased their new Master and what displeased him and they would have to do it just like the dumb animals they had now become. So without a word of explanation he proceeded to prepare them. First he gave them a series of very painful and extremely humiliating enemas, filling them up until they thought they would burst and then letting them hold the enemas for a long time before allowing them to relieve themselves. It was intensely humiliating and Ben actually began crying after the fifth enema. Thomas held out and managed not to cry, but Ben was dissolved in tears as Master finally let them expel the tenth and last enema.

Master then removed their collars, covered their hair with a bathing cap and taped their eyes over before covering their bodies in a thick layer of disgusting goo. The stuff itched and burned and the slaves twisted in their bonds as Master let it do it's work. When he washed it off with ice-cold water neither Ben nor Thomas would ever again grow body hair.

Both Master's new slaves had behaved during the last part of the preparations, so Master decided to show them what the reward for proper behavior could be. Surprising them both very much he wordlessly stepped between them and grabbed their cocks. Thomas and Ben had both received several blows to their genitals and neither believed that they would be able to get hard just yet. They were wrong. Quickly they felt how Master's expert manipulations made them first hard and then throbbing with need. In a couple of minutes both were moaning and jerking their hips as they moved towards massive orgasms. Just then, with both slaves about to cum, Master removed his hands. Ben and Thomas whined with frustration. He couldn't just leave them hanging there! Their hips thrust uselessly into thin air as Master went to fetch the next item needed to prepare them.

Master first lowered them just enough to allow their feet to touch the ground. Secondly he tied their legs to poles he had screwed into the floor behind them, insuring that they would be unable to move their legs. Then he got their new footwear. The first part of their new boots was a piece of black, plastic four inches thick and shaped like the point of a very small stiletto shoe. Their toes would "rest" on this piece of plastic, but there was only enough room for their toes if these were severely compressed. Master didn't see this as a problem. He simply took a U-shaped piece of steel, which was a little narrower than the plastic piece and hammered it down over their toes, crushing the toes and welding them to the plastic at the same time. Ben and Thomas screamed as he did this and Ben had to be brought back to consciousness using smelling salt. From the back of the plastic piece, away from the crushed toes, a piece of flat and slightly curved steel rose almost straight up, forcing the slaves to put all their weight on their broken toes. Although they didn't know it, they would never again walk using their heels.

Both Thomas and Ben were now crying almost hysterically, but there was no mercy from Master. Completing their footwear, he covered their feet to above their ankles with a hard, black, plastic cover. It now looked like the two pony boys wore very high-heeled platform boots with ultra-high platforms and very pointed toes. Only there were no heels and all their weight rested on their toes. With a little imagination it could be said that it looked like they had hooves, but really it looked like they had been given punishment boots, as indeed was the case. In time their nails would become a problem and Master had made the cover so that it could be taken off and their nails cut and their feet washed. While their feet would be washed regularly, Master didn't plan to go on cutting their nails for long. When the ponies had adjusted a little to their new and always painful lives, he would simply pull out their nails. Much less fuss and a good way to put slaves in their place.

Master now met no resistance from the stunned and shaken slaves as he reapplied their collars and once again secured their hands in a brutal backprayer. Both looked absolutely terrified of him and didn't even dare put up a token fight. This made Master smile. Breaking a slave was so much fun and training him, once this had been achieved, was so much easier. These two had for all intents and purposes been broken already. Now both stood bound and gagged, wincing in pain as they swayed insecurely in their new and brutally painful boots. Neither tried to move or resist; both looked at him with large frightened eyes, waiting to see what he would do to them next. This was the kind of behavior a slave should display and Master thought that this merited a reward. Again he stepped up to them and grabbed their cocks. Both gave a frightened start, afraid of what he might do to them, but neither dared move. Then he began manipulating their cocks. After all the pain they had been subjected to neither had thought about sex in any way, but now they both first sighed, then began to moan as Master made their cocks almost painfully hard. With a touch like no other they had experienced, he kept them on the edge for what seemed like hours before letting them cum. For both Thomas and Ben it was less of an orgasm and more of an explosion and both screamed with joy behind their gags, for a moment completely forgetting their hopeless situation, the intense hurt this man had subjected them to and for a moment expelling from their minds the fact that their future suddenly looked bleak, a never-ending succession of painful moments and their lives were now locked in slavery, hard and cruel. As they came both thought only about how fantastic this cruel and brutal man was. At that moment both thought that pleasing this man would be worth it, no matter what they had to do.

Coming down after their orgasms both stumbled a little as they tried to maintain their balance. Putting more weight on their broken toes was painful and once again brought home the hopelessness of their situation. Not that there was anything they could do about it. Master was still in complete control, but now their fear and hate of this cruel man was mixed with strange and confused feelings of lust. Although they both tried, neither could deny that Master had given them a fantastic orgasm, an experience so intense it made both men wonder if they really were submissive or what. Master knew that these thought would go through his new slaves' heads and it was part of the reason he had allowed them to cum. The more he could occupy their minds with fear and lust, the better. Eventually this mixture would dominate their every thought, expelling all thought of escape of freedom, making them accept their slavery without even thinking about it. Fear and lust; it was a winning combination.

Presently he led the new ponies to their enclosure where they would sleep. Again they were in for a nasty surprise. They would sleep standing up, a pole with a giant steel dildo was forced up their ass and a strap secured to their collar holding their heads up in the most uncomfortable manner. They stood so close that Ben's cock, which much to his embarrassment was erect and ready for action, touched Thomas's abdomen. Thomas's cock was also at full mast and touching Ben's abdomen and as Master tied their legs to the poles the situation was intensely humiliating to the slaves. Here they were, being tortured, enslaved and degraded by this evil man and yet their cocks clearly showed the world that the situation aroused them. It didn't get anymore degrading and embarrassing than that.

Before leaving them for the night Master fed the two slaves. He did it without even removing their gags. In their ball gags were a little plug that could be removed. Once he had removed it he inserted a tube into the whole and fed them the only kind of meal they would "enjoy" for the rest of their lives: a thick, whitish goo that tasted just like cum. He let them wash it down with the only liquid they would be allowed: a yellow liquid tasting just like urine. Because of the gag and because they were already terrified of displeasing Master both saw swallowing as their only option.

After feeding them he left them for the night. Standing there, securely tied, punished, afraid and filled with intense fear mixed with uncontrollable lust, Ben and Thomas looked at each other, each trying and failing to provide comfort for the other. They were still intensely embarrassed by their stiff cocks, but now that they were alone they gave in to their lust and began trying to move, trying to get off. It wasn't easy as their bonds and the pole in their ass held them very tightly, but they were able to make tiny movements, creating just the necessary amount of friction. Their overfilled asses also provided an extra measure of stimulation and after a great deal of frustrated effort they managed to cum. Thomas came first, his cock spewing cum over Ben's abdomen as he screamed behind his gag and tried to throw back his head. Not long after Ben came, he too screaming and trying to thrash. Afterwards they couldn't meet the other's gaze as they both succumbed to the humiliation of situation. It took a while, but they were eventually able to look at each other again. Neither got any sleep that night because of the pain in their feet and the intense feeling of humiliation settling over them. Also both were beginning to get very nervous about their arms. These had been tied in a backprayer for far too long and they were going numb. If their arms were held in that position for much longer, they would soon sustain permanent damage, further decreasing their possibility of ever escaping this cruel place.

Damaging their arms was exactly what Master had in mind. Previously he had removed them to begin with, plunging his new slaves into shock and despair. It was a fine strategy and it was most satisfying to watch, but he had decided that it was time to try something new. He would of course eventually have their arms removed and their voices fixed so that the only sound they would be able to make would be that of a horse. But for now he thought it might make the slaves desperate to feel their arms just wither away, to be unable to use their voices. To put them in a situation where everything; the punishments, the training, their own physical deterioration and deprival would drive them into despair, frustration, hopelessness and eventually into acceptance of the fact that they were now slaves and that there was nothing they could do about it. He thought the process might take slightly longer than the old one, but that it would hopefully make them even more broken, obedient and docile. No matter what he couldn't loose. There was great sport to be had from these two.