A Pony Called Rock Part V

The next day a groom led Rock from the training barn into the racing barn. “It’s a rest day for the racing ponies they have one day a week to rest, from clients and training and it’s always the same day for all of them.” Rock looked at the ponies as the groom led him towards an empty stall each pony jiggled and squirmed thrusting their asses back and forward and he saw that those with cocks were dribbling precum he soon found out why as the groom tethered him in his stall.

A new groom entered his stall and removed the tail making Rock bend over, Rock at first thought he was going to be raped but then squealed as the groom pushed the cold nozzle of a hose up into his rear-hole the groom turned it on and Rock felt icy cold water rush into his bowels. He jumped, the groom removed the hose warning Rock not to let the water come out, he inserted a butt plug even larger than the tail Rock grunted his displeasure. The groom now removed the bit and force Rock to except a hollow ball gag. He placed the nozzle of the hose in the gag and turned it on filling Rock’s belly with the water until his stomach swelled and he became uncomfortable. The groom switched the hose off removed it and plugged the gag. “You stay like that until tonight,” the groom said he left Rock to adjust to this knew torment; his buttocks clenched and unclenched trying to expel the liquid within him.

The trainer meanwhile took six grooms with him they drove quickly to Washington arriving just after seven in the evening. They pulled up in the alley behind Joe Walker’s house, the trainer pushed the buzzer on the door and Joe opened it. “Hi,” Joe said he had no inkling of what was about to happen.

“Mister Robinson asked us to bring the remainder of the payment for the slave he purchased a couple of weeks ago.”

“Right, come in,” Joe let them in he closed the door, Petrovich smiled they were watching their thee slaves dancing the Dance of the Three Swans. Joe turned to turn the music off. The trainer now pulled his gun and levelled it at both of them.

“Sorry, no money just this,” one of the grooms took a document and handed it to Joe, he read it.

“No! I …”

“Don’t matter, you don’t sign it you end up dead sign it and you live, don’t matter to me either way,” Joe was just that much of a coward he didn’t want to die not for a very long time he signed. “Right, now strip, you know get naked, you too Petrovich,” they stripped. “Right, you and your little ballet troop line up along the wall,” the trainer nodded as they obeyed and the grooms bound their hands he and the grooms now grabbed Joe and Petrovich together with the ballet slaves. They hustled them out to the van then made sure they were securely bound. They got in and drove off back to the farm, laughing, but not letting a hint of what was going to happen to them drop at all. Joe and Petrovich tried to attract the attention of anybody by shouting but the grooms rammed ball gags behind their teeth buckling the straps quickly.

Back at the farm Rock was getting desperate, the pain in his stomach and ass was getting unbearable. He thrust his ass backwards and forwards jiggling it in desperation. At seven in the evening a groom came and removed the hollow ball gag, he warned Rock not to bring the water up, then he removed the butt plug and stepped back. “Right! Now you can let it go, all of it,” Rock parted his legs he squatted slightly and let it out, sighing with pleasure. “That happens during the rest days once a week get used to it,” the groom unlocked the catches on his boots and told him to get some sleep then left.

The trainer and the other grooms arrived back at the farm early the next morning, Robinson watched at they got Joe and the others out of the back. “Right! Take Joe and Petrovich to the medical barn. Small check up amongst other things. These three ballet slaves take them up to the house find them accommodation with the house slaves.” The trainer nodded two grooms took the ballet slaves away the trainer and the other grooms took Joe and Petrovich to the medical barn. Joe backed off when he saw the surgeon from the country club. They chained Joe facing the wall and positioned his head so that he couldn’t see the table then locked it there so he couldn’t move it in any direction now all he could was hear what they did to Petrovich.

Petrovich screamed as the surgeon cut his cock and balls off then cauterised the wound next he cut two slits in Petrovich’s chest and inserted the biggest implants Petrovich had ever seen at 120 GGGG, he sewed the wounds shut and then a groom freed Petrovich and led him out of the barn and up to the house. Robinson smiled and watched as grooms made Petrovich don the baby pink body stocking and tutu and placed wrist and ankle cuffs on him. “They tell me that you and Joe had these three dancing together now you join them and dance to I think you’ll recognise the tune,” Robinson pressed a button on his CD player and the melody of the Dance of the Three Swans started a whip across his bare ass got Petrovich dancing terrified at what might happen. “You see you’re a slave now just like them and you’ll dance for me whenever I want you to. Now I’m going to watch someone losing his cock very slowly, the grooms will watch you so don’t try to run,” Robinson left and headed for the medical barn.

When Robinson reached the barn they made Joe sit astride a triangular beam his cock and balls pressed between it and his body, they chained his ankles to the floor which forced it into him even harder on to it he cried out. Then it got even worse as they chained his wrists to a beam above him and unchained his ankles they then lifted his ankles and chained them to a belt they put round his waist and stood back now all his wait was on his cock and balls. He remained like that for half an hour before they got him down. Next they chained him to a table and used a prod running up and down the length of his cock then shoving it up into his rear-hole Joe’s screams only made them laugh. The surgeon now tied Joe’s cock up out of the way and cut round his ball sac completely severing it from his body. He pushed the testes back into Joe’s body and stitched them close to his prostate, the surgeon shoved his fingers up into Joe’s hole and squeezed the testes from there. “Remind you of someone you know, does it?” Joe didn’t respond. Now the surgeon slowly cut a slit down Joe’s foreskin, Joe cried pleading for them not to take his cock but knowing that they would. The surgeon now slowly cut the rest of the foreskin, Joe went frantic with wails and pleadings. He watched like a deer caught in headlights as the surgeon slowly cut round the base of his cock until he pulled it free and only the urethral tube remained he rerouted it to emerge just behind Joe’s hole and stitched him up. Next the surgeon cut a slit into either of Joe’s breasts then stitched them up.

They released Joe and harnessed him in the same harness that Rock now wore and thrust a tail up into him. A groom attached a lead rope to Joe’s bit gag and led him from the medical barn to the training barn. Joe’s mind reeled with disbelief this is what he had intended for Rock not for himself. Robinson watched the groom tether him and feed him. “Do you know why I decreed that you become a pony?” Joe shook his head. “First you were blackmailing the club’s clients. Second I have a pony that’s fast and I want him to race carrying rider’s, drawing single gigs and double gigs. To race in a double gig he needs a pony that can match him, so you’re it. Have you guessed which pony I mean?” Joe nodded it had to be Rock. “His name’s Rock-a-bye now, you will answer to the name Walkabout, believe me you don’t want to know the consequence of not answering to it. He starts his training tomorrow on the treadmill,” Robinson left. Joes screamed then as all the grooms raped him in the same manner as they had raped Rock. Then the groom unlocked the boots telling him to get some sleep and that the boots would be locked again the next day. Joe sighed in relief as he sank down to the straw of the stall his mind still struggled to take in the fact that he was now a slave like Rock and the ballet slaves and he had no doubt that Petrovich had now become a ballet slave and would now dance for Robinson.

End of Part V

In the next part both Joe is broken in like the pony he is and Rock starts training for the next race meeting. Let me know if you enjoy this and any suggestions are more than welcome

To be continued.