A Pony Called Rock Part III

A Pony Called Rock Part III

A groom dragged Rock up from sleep at dawn he locked the boots again. “No lying down during the day, Slave!” he filled the manger with the same mash as the other groom had filled it with the night before. “Suck it up, all of it! You won’t get any more until tonight! You’re a pony, real horses only have meals like this twice a day, and so you do.”

Rock bent and sucked the mash up, he found that like a horse he could get thanks to the bit gag, get his teeth right to the bottom of the manger, then when finished he took a drink. After he’d watched Rock eat the mash the groom left and returned with a bucket of cold water and two cloths. He dipped one cloth into the bucket and ran it roughly over Rock’s body and face. Rock shivered as he found just how icy cold the water was. Next the groom wiped him with the other cloth. He left Rock then and went on to groom several other ponies.

An hour later he came back and untethered Rock from the ring above the manger. He clipped reins to Rock’s bit and led him out and towards a schooling yard. Rock tried to hang back, the groom whipped him and carried on but Rock didn’t care he wanted his freedom still. “Right! I’m taking you to be gelded let’s see if that calms you down.” Rock squealed and pulled towards the schooling yard, he didn’t want to lose his balls not yet. The groom dragged him to the gelding shed.

“What you got there, Ned?”

“One of the new pony’s he’s fractious and disobedient,” Ned answered.

Rock saw that there were two slaves ahead of him with blond manes they had the full set cock and balls. “See these, Master Robinson, your owner wants them trained as a pony pair to pull a racing gigs and pleasure carriages. He decided that he’ll run them in gelding races, they’ve got some sort of hereditary problem in their families, they didn’t get the problem themselves but they might pass it on. See Master does research when he acquires slaves. Doesn’t want them passing it down to foals so they lose their bits, and their hair you will watch!” Ned pushed Rock back against the wall and fastened him to it in such a way that Rock found he had to watch the gelder at work. He forced the first of the two pony-boys to stand under a beam, Ned helped him chain the man by his wrists to the beam and by his ankles to the floor, he was spread out in a star pattern and couldn’t move.

“They look good these two, good muscle definition,” Ned said.

“Yeah, they used to be pro-footballers, not for the major clubs but still, they trained as running backs. Now you pony sluts watch, first he gets a lot of pain.”

The geld strapped the pony’s cock up to his belly then put a metal sheath round the balls, Rock thought it looked like the guards at the club had used on his cock, when he had a cock that is. The gelder slowly tightened the sheath a bit at time, the pony squealed as the gelder slowly crushed his balls at the end the pony was screaming in terror. The gelder smiled and took hold of the nut sack he sawed through it and the cords even slower the pony shook uncontrollably screaming in pain as the gelder finally pulled the balls away. He then took hold of the pony’s cock and shortened it to a stub of one inch. He repeated the process on the second pony. “Have them injected with testorone, to keep their muscles firm.” Both grooms led the sobbing ponies out to their new lives.

“Right! As for you. You saw what happened to them, disobey again and it’ll happen to you to, except you haven’t got a cock and seeing as how your balls are inside you it’ll be infinitely more painful for you when I do remove them. Take him back,” Ned released Rock from the wall and led him out and to the schooling yard, Rock this time obeyed. Rock watched as a trainer whipped a pony for not trying. The trainer looked up.

“Saddle him!” Ned tethered Rock to a rail near a saddle, Rock looked at it, the saddle was actually a stiff leather corset that had a what really looked like a saddle attached to it except for the stirrups which Ned now clipped to Rock’s nipple rings. He took Rock then over to the trainer who climbed on to the saddle and jammed his feet into the stirrups causing Rock to squeal in anguished pain. “Right obey or else! Walk on!” Rock started to walk but found it difficult with the trainer on his back. “You just saw me whipping a slave for not trying do you want that to happen to you?” Rock shuddered and quickened his pace. “Better! But you will improve, perhaps sessions on the treadmill will help and also estim sessions. Take him to the treadmill shed and make sure he has an estim session during his time in there.” Rock shuddered he’d thought he’d escaped that torment. The trainer dismounted. “Two weeks of constant treadmill exercise and estim will see him running and walking faster, oh make sure he has the maximum weight to carry.” The groom led him out and into a shed, several treadmills lined the walls some already occupied by slaves who ran with the heaviest weights on their backs and painful shocks going through their bodies.

The groom forced Rock up onto a treadmill and tethered him place securely leaving only his legs free. Then the weights. He removed the tail and then to Rock the worst thing of all an electric prod up into his rear-hole. The groom switched the prod on and Rock’s howl joined the howls of the other ponies. “Let’s see if you enjoy that all day, every day for two weeks. Maybe you’ll try harder,” the groom tightened the straps of Rock’s harness and switched the treadmill to a fast jog Rock lurched into a run.

End of Part III

Rock will continue his training in the next part. Let me know if you like this any suggestions welcome.