A Pony Called Rock Part I

A bell rang in the cellar and Joe opened the door, the shrieks had at least stopped for the moment. “Jed, come in, this is Rockette he’s unsuitable as a ballet slave. Take him to the club in town for the auction and have one of the new batch trained up for me. Before the auction have the tits removed and note him down as suitable for pony training.”

“Yes,” Petrovich said, “take Blossom and Petal to the country club they have to train the new slave and let’s hope they get it right this time.” Blossom and Petal followed Jed as he dragged Rock out to a waiting car. Rock watched as they got in the back and Joe and Petrovich made them lie down on top of each other fastening them together in the sixty nine position. Jed now opened the trunk and shoved Rock unceremoniously into it; he chained Rock securely and closed the trunk again. He got in the front and drove off.

Rock found he slept during the drive but it wasn’t long before the driver opened the trunk and dragged him out and into the club, Rock just glimpsed the cattle truck waiting there its engine idling. Men helped the driver unload the truck of it’s consignment of slaves for auction either as a whole herd or singly it didn’t matter either way to them they’d still make millions on the men. Other men took Blossom and Petal with the newly captured slaves in the room out to the waiting cattle truck. One of the men came over to Rock and the man holding him. “Boss, say’s his name’s Rockette and he’s unsuitable as a ballet slave so he’s to be auctioned as a pony slave but he’s got to have those tits removed first.”

“Right, I’ll send for the surgeon. He’ll probably be thankful to lose them what about his balls, I remember he was to be made a cockless whore.”

“They stay, they’re up inside him anyway, his owners will probably milk him from time to time for breeding he probably won’t even get to see the bitch pony either. Mind you before breeding he’ll have to have won a hell of lot of races, two seasons worth in fact. Most likely they’ll run him all year round for two years. Boy if he loses will he find himself in a world of pain.”

The surgeon, the same surgeon who’d operated on him at the country club, arrived and watched as the men freed Rock from this cuffs and removed the tutu and body stocking then fastened Rock securely to a table in the middle of the room. “Boss wants his tits removed he’s no good as a dancer so he’s going become a ponyslave.”

“Good,” the surgeon went to work on him ignoring Rock’s screams as he cut along the scars and removed the implants then stitched the wounds closed. “The stitches will dissolve in around a week.”

“Right, we’ll make sure the buyers know that when he’s sold tonight,” the surgeon laughed and left. Now the men freed Rock from the table and pushed him down over an A-frame chaining him there securely they took turns raping him over and over again.

“Okay, let him rest there. Auction’s in an hour we don’t want him to sore to display, do we?”

“Nope the buyers will want a piece of his ass too. You see slave not only are you a lot in the auction but you’re the entertainment too. You better get used to being ass-fucked by every man with a cock and balls who wants to take you from now on.” Rock sobbed in his pain and distress as the men set about putting the others through their paces. The only exception being that they did not rape them. They slapped lot numbers on the slaves’ butts including Rock’s.

An hour later and more men entered one of them rubbed a hand over Rock’s ass. “Has this one ever been fist fucked,” one of them asked.

“No, Mr Robinson, he has that pleasure to look forward to.” Robinson smiled and pulled on some latex gloves.

“Let’s hope you’re not allergic to latex, shall we?” Mr Robinson said as he inserted first one finger then slowly all fingers then the hand went up into Rock’s hole as he screamed in pain. Robinson moved his hand slowly up and down.

“His balls are inside him close to his prostate,” one of the guards said.

“How nice for him and us. He will be constantly on fire with need,” Robinson felt with his fingers and grasped both prostate and balls, he squeezed and rubbed them. Rock moaned as his balls filled and refilled. Robinson removed his hand and replaced it with his cock he thrust deep and fast. Once satiated he sat with the other buyers, who had watched cheering him on as he raped Rock. The auctioneer took his place and the sale commenced.

“First we will see whether you wish the whole herd or just a view. Shall we say four million dollars to start.”

“Six million.”

“Eight million.”

“Ten million” It went on like that until someone called out.

“One hundred and fifty million,” Rock blinked not that he had time to realise as the final buyer was that at that moment raping the hell out of his ass, his screams finally silenced the bidders.

“Going once, going twice, going for a third and final time. Sold for one hundred and fifty million to Mr Robinson.” Robinson hauled Rock’s head up by his hair.

“Your ass is mine now, boy. You’ll be fist and ass fucked for a very long time. The thing you should know is that when I’ve finished with you as a racing pony you get to breed and when that’s finished you get those balls removed but only if you beg for it and you will beg for it.”

“We’ll deliver them to your … er … farm tomorrow,” Robinson smiled and left with the other buyers. The auctioneer slapped a hand down on Rock’s rump, he squealed and bucked. The auctioneer smiled, thirty men sold for one hundred and fifty million that meant that each man was worth five hundred thousand dollars and those that became champions could earn millions in stud fees their offspring raised solely as slaves kept ignorant only knowing how to serve their masters. The guards felt happy and celebrated by raping Rock’s ass again and again until all he could do was pant in frustrated arousal.

Rock will continue his training with Mr Robinson let me know if you like this part and want to hear more any suggestions welcome.

To be continued