By Rubrpig

Rick left the bar frustrated even more than usual. He would sit at the bar and not see any men in leather.   The bar had to go mainstream more and more just to survive. The days of the bar crowded with men in full leather seemed over. He had just finished up his business degree and really needed to find a job to start paying off his student loans. He got home and turned on his laptop and noticed that he had an email from his best friend from high school. He and John had been very tight all through school but he had headed off to go to university while John stayed home and took over his family’s large farm and ranch operation. His parents had retired last year and moved to the Texas coast where they bought a beach house and were enjoying their retirement.

Rick opened the email and smiled as his buddy suggested that he come out west and spend the summer working on the ranch. John also mentioned a good salary and that room and board was included. Rick smiled and found himself growing rock hard picturing his buddy in his boots, tight wrangler jeans and chaps. The two of them finally realized that they were strongly attracted to each other a few months before Rick headed east to school. Rick replied to the email and headed to bed sexually frustrated. He got into bed after stripping off his leathers and slowly began to jack off to the image of his buddy in rodeo gear that kept popping up in his mind.

John got up in the morning and found his buddy had replied and smiled as he read his buddy’s response. He replied and told Rick that he could expect an email in a couple of days with the details of the job offer, and travel arrangements as it would be easier for everything to be organized by John. Sitting at his desk he shoved his leather jock down and stroked his hard morning cock. After Rick left for school, John had decided to explore his sexual orientation after he realized that he was attracted to Rick so strongly. He had explored and found his niche in the leather community and was mentored by several men so taught him so much about sexual dominance, BDSM and leather. He knew Rick was into the same thing as Rick finally admitted that he had come out as a gay man and a leather man.

John knew he had a limited time to prepare and he got busy arranging everything. He knew what he was planning may not come off but he knew he had to try. He finished the physical arrangements in the barn and then sat down and logged into Expedia and made the travel plans for Rick and sent the e-tickets along with the salary offer to Rick. He also told Rick that they would get him the proper boots, jeans, chaps and other necessary gear and equipment but the costs would be deducted from the first month’s salary. Rick soon replied with his agreement to the terms of his employment and told his buddy that he was looking forward to the summer at the ranch.

Rick packed up his leathers and shipped them to his parents home and asked them to store the boxes for him. He told them that he was going to be working for John at the ranch for the next few months. He was living in a furnished studio apartment so he just had to pack up and give notice.

After a week of making final arrangements, Rick was sitting in his seat on the plane on the way to the ranch. He knew that John was meeting him at the airport and so he was getting aroused just thinking about seeing his buddy again. Rick always was the sidekick to the more dominant John and that had just influenced him in any sexual acts, he found himself submitting to dominant men.

The plane landed and taxied to the terminal. Rick got up once able and got organized. He had traveled in cargo shorts, Nikes and a t-shirt and one brought a carry-on so he could get off fast and not keep John waiting. Finally getting off the plane and walking through the terminal, he headed for the arrivals area and saw John standing by a column waiting for him. Rick got rock hard and stared at his buddy, as John had really changed since the last time they had gotten together 2 years ago. John had gotten much more muscular. His Pecs looked like 2 slabs of granite and he had developed a ripped set of abs which the tight white t-shirt showed.

His wranglers were skin tight and showed that his ass had gotten rock hard from all the riding he had been doing. His jeans tucked into his tall buckaroo boots and that with the black Stetson he was wearing just put Rick over the edge. Rick walked up and greeted his old friend. The two men hugged and headed out. Walking over to where John had parked his dusty Ford F350 King Cab truck, they tried to catch up quickly. Tossing Rick’s carry on in the back seat, they got in and John started the truck, the big diesel engine rumbling and they headed out to the highway for the 2 hour trip to the small town where the ranch was located near. The two men spent the time catching up and then John began to outline what would be happening and what Rick would be doing at the ranch. John told him that he was going to be staying in the main house instead of the bunk house which rather surprised Rick as he had assumed that he was going to be just one of the ranch hands despite of their friendship.

After finally getting to the small town, John pulled into a parking space in front on a Western supply store and the men got out and walked into the store. John quickly took charge and soon Rick was wearing tight wranglers, and a new pair of dark brown buckaroo boots which as they are designed to do came up to his knees. The owner of the store was fitting him with the short chaps or chinks, that John had specified. Finally, the owner pulled out a black Stetson, and after shaping it properly, handed it to Rick who put it on. For the first time in a few years, Rick was in working gear for a ranch.

The men left the store after having the manager charge everything to the ranch account. The bag with the clothing he wore on the plane was tossed in the back with his bag and they headed out of the town to the ranch. They drove for about 15 minutes to the entrance gate of the ranch and turned off the highway onto the ranch access road. The ranch house and buildings were over the rise and down in the river valley. Pulling into the garage, they got out and walked over to the ranch house. After showing Rick to his bedroom and left him to get settled. He walked into the kitchen and found the ranch cook working on getting the evening meal ready for everyone. Pablo smiled at the tall heavily muscled gringo that was his boss and nodded. Pablo had a massive crush on his boss and was in the country legally after seeking asylum from the violence he had faced as a gay man in Jamaica.

The first week was spent settling into a routine at the ranch. At the end of the first week, John could not resist the draw the Rick had on him, and he walked into Rick’s bedroom after he had gotten into bed and roughly grabbed him and soon the 2 men were groping and John soon flipped Rick over and fucked his buddy’s ass long and hard. This really changed their relationship and Rick moved into John’s bedroom within the week. John took Rick out to the barn one night and unlocked a section of the barn which had been securely locked.

Entering the space Rick found himself in a very well equipped dungeon play space. He looked around and smiled and looked at his buddy. John looked at him and ordered him to strip and get on his knees. Rick quickly obeyed and soon he found himself mounted on a St. Andrews Cross and being whipped with a single tail. They played hard for several hours and finally both men were exhausted. After returning to the house, John spread out a heavy leather sleep sac and ordered his new boy into the bag. Soon Rick was zipped up and hooded, ropes laced through and tightened. John looked down at him and told him that he would see him in the morning and went to bed.

The next morning, Rick was laying there, feeling the cramps in his arms and shoulders and wondering when John was going to wake up and let him out. He finally heard John stirring and soon, he was being removed from the sac. They had a shower together and got ready for the day.

A few days later, John walked into the horse barn and saw Rick standing there fully geared in chaps, boots, spurs, his Stetson on and he was looking at a heavy horse bridle and bit. Then Rick took the bridle and held it up to his head and fitted the large bit into his mouth. John walked up and quietly pulled on the leather of the bridle forcing the bit deeper into Rick’s mouth. Rick grunted in surprise and turned quickly to see John looking at him and smiling. John looked at his boy and quietly asked if he was turned on by animal play especially by horses. Rick nodded sheepishly and looked down at his boots turning bright red. He knew that his Sir was a hard core Leatherman but did not know that he was also in animal play.

John left the barn and went to the house. He logged into a specific website and quickly placed a large order for some specialty gear, paid for it and arranged for the shipment. The shipment arrived several weeks later and John took it out to the horse barn and put the boxes into an empty stall. Rick had been out riding the fence line on the west part of the ranch with a couple of other hands looking for breaks in the fence and fixing them. The 3 men rode into the ranch yard about 6 that evening just before supper. After they cleaned up they joined John and the other hands for supper. After supper, John told Rick to follow him and they went out to the horse barn and John turned on the overhead lights and they walked over to the empty stall.

Opening the stall, Rick was told to move into the stall and then was ordered to strip including his boots. Once he had stripped, John took his clothing and boots and piled them on a table by the barn door. Walking back to the stall, he began unpacking the boxes and soon there was a pile of equipment in the stall. John picked up a heavy leather jock strap and told Rick to put it on, there was a leather tube attached to the front plate of the jock. Once it was on, John quickly opened the tube and put Rick’s cock into it and strapped it closed and Rick found that his cock was now held tight against his body pointed up. John then picked up a pair of heavy tall boots and told Rick to lift his right foot and John quickly put the boot on and laced it tight. The tall black shaft of the boot came to just below Rick’s knee and then left boot was put on and Rick was told to stand up and he found himself balancing and looked down and found that he was now wearing black horse hooves which formed the base of his new boots. Rick looked at his Sir and saw that more gear was being made ready. A harness was opened and John walked over and fitted it Rick’s body and fastened it. Then he pulled out a large plug with a long flowing horse tail and moved over to Rick.

Ordering Rick to bend over the feed rack in the stall, John worked the large tail into Rick’s hole and connected the straps on the base of the plug to the harness so the tail was now held in tightly so Rick would be unable to push it out. Telling Rick to stand up, he watched as Rick slowly stood up feeling the heavy plug shift in his hole. Rick grunted as then moaned as the plug pushed on his prostrate which caused his cock to swell in the leather tube holding it. Rick looked at his Sir and felt the tail swish against his bare thighs and ass as he moved. John picked up a heavy body harness and began fitting it to Rick’s upper body. The harness was equipped with attachment rings which would be used for attaching various working harnesses and control straps. Once the harness was fitted and adjusted, he picked up a pair of heavy hoofs with leather cuffs attached. Ordering Rick to extend his right hand, the hoof was forced on which make Rick form a fist inside the hoof.

The heavy leather cuff was laced tightly up his forearm almost to his elbow. The left one was put on so now the newly born horse had all of its hooves on. John then picked up a bridle and told his horse to open its mouth and the heavy metal bit was put in its mouth. Fastening the straps he tightened the bridle to his horses head, the attached blinders were adjusted so it forced it to look forward as it eliminated all of its peripheral vision. The final thing was pulled out and John clipped it to the top strap of the head harness. A long heavy mane stood up and then hung down the horses back. Stepping back he looked at the newly created horse and smiled.

He sat on the edge of the feed rack and looked at his buddy now his horse and laughed. He began to explain what was going to happen over the next few months. Rick was now going to be treated as a horse, and that he would not be considered human anymore. He was a horse and nothing more. John turned and pulled out a name plate and mounted it on the stall door after showing it to the horse. The name on the plate was Cimarron which was how he would be called from now on. Even the ranch hands who would be feeding and exercising him would treat him just as a horse. John pointed around the stall they were in and told Cimarron that this stall was now his home. He watched as Cimarron looked around the stall and shivered.

The horse tried to speak but the heavy steel bit in its mouth prevented it which caused John to laugh. He walked up and stroked his horse’s nose and stroked it to calm it down. He told the horse that it was no longer human so speech was denied to it and that it had better get used to it. He then reach down and attached short leads from the body harness to attachment rings on the wrists of both of the horses’ front hooves. He wanted to make sure that the horse knew it was controlled and this also would prevent the horse from striking out with its hooves. John left the stall and returned a while later with a pail of water and a pail of vegetables and removed the bridle after warning Cimarron that any attempt to speak would result in the bit going back in and no food or water for a day. Cimarron nodded causing its harness to jingle and quietly stood as the bit was removed and it was fed and given water. After the bit was put back in, John told Cimarron that he was leaving and would be back in the morning to see to it and begin its training.

Cimarron stood quietly on its rear hooves and watched as his friend now owner leave the stall and the leave the barn after turning off the over head lights. Cimarron moved carefully around the stall getting used to its new hooves and how to walk and balance on them properly. It harnesses jingled as it walked around and then it went over to a corner of the stall and got down and curled up as best as it could considering its harnesses and it’s long tail. It finally fell asleep and only woke up when it heard the barn door slide open and the voices of the ranch hands as they laughed and joked as they walked into the barn. The 4 hands noticed the new name on the stall and one said that John must have had a new stallion delivered last night while they were at the bar.

They walked over and found Cimarron cowering in the corner of the stall. The men smiled and then they entered the stall and coaxed Cimarron up on its hooves. Steve, the lead hand, hooked a lead to Cimarron’s bridle and forced it to walk out of the stall. He began brushing Cimarron’s mane and tail to get the hay out of them while the other cleaned out the boxes and packing materials that were scattered in the stall and then they made sure that there was fresh vegetables and water for Cimarron. Steve then began to exercise Cimarron forcing it to move and follow the guide provided by its lead.

John walked in as Steve was exercising Cimarron and smiled at the sight of his buddy being exercised and treated as a horse by his ranch hands. John walked over to Steve and the other hands and he asked them for their opinion on the new stallion for the ranch. Steve nodded and said that the horse looked good but wasn’t certain if it would make a good breeding stallion. John nodded and agreed. He looked at Steve and told him that if it did not show more promise than they would have it gelded and used as a working horse for the ranch.

Cimarron heard this as it was exercised and shuddered as it was realized that these men now saw it only as a horse. Cimarron was still in shock as to what was happening. Although it had fantasized for several years about becoming a horse, the reality of what had happened to it was slowly breaking through and he knew that it was real now. It began to focus on what it was doing and it began to move better.

After a long exercise session which was to get it used to walking and moving on its hooves, a couple of the hands moved out a wagon and Cimarron was moved over and put between the shafts. The hands harnessed it to the shafts of the wagon, reins attached to its bridle. It watched as John and Steve walked over and climbed onto the seat of the wagon, Rick picked up the reins and flicked them ordering Cimarron to walk on. Cimarron dug its hooves in and struggled to get the wagon moving but slowly the wagon began to roll and Cimarron was able to pull and walk in harness as it was directed by the reins as to which direction to turn. John guided Cimarron around the buildings and the barns to get it used to pulling the wagon. For the next month or so Cimarron would be used to pull the work wagon around the ranch.

After several hours, Cimarron was unhitched and led back to its stall and turned out into the stall to rest. Steve noticed that its skin was slightly red from the sun so he applied lotion to ease the burn and protect the skin. He made a note on the board outside of its stall to put on sun block before taking Cimarron out of the barn.

That night John walked into the barn and into Cimarron’s stall. Cimarron looked at its owner and stood still. Suddenly, Cimarron whinnied and nodded its head taking its owner by surprise and John laughed when he saw the stunned look on Cimarron’s face as well. John walked over and stroked Cimarron to calm it down and told it that it appeared that Cimarron was adapting well and was starting to change and accept that it was now a horse. Cimarron nodded causing its harness to jingle and it pawed at the floor with its right hoof showing that it understood.

John nodded and checked over Cimarron and then told it that the ranch’s blacksmith would be there in the morning to shoe it which would help it work better as the shoes would protect its hooves and along it to dig in better for traction. Cimarron shook its head and John calmed it down telling it that it was going to be shoed in the morning.

John then hooked a lead on Cimarron’s bridle and led it out of the stall and down to a large space at the end of the barn. There was a wooden structure there and Cimarron was led over to it and soon it was mounted on the structure and strapped down in place. John unfastened the harness that held Cimarron’s tail in and pull hard and Cimarron’s tail popped out. John unbuckled his jeans and shoved them down and took a bottle of J-lube and greased up his cock and poured some into Cimarron’s hole and then he put in a couple of fingers and lubed up the hole.

Cimarron whinnied as the fingers moved around in its hole. Then John rammed his cock in hard and fast and began fucking hard breeding his new stallion to teach it how to fuck as a horse. Horses bred fast and hard. Soon, John came deep in his new stallion’s hole and pulled out. He wiped off his greasy cock and pulled up his jeans and tucked his big cock back into his jeans. He picked up Cimarron’s tail and shoved it back in hard and harnessed it back in. Cimarron whinnied again as it felt its tail swish against its ass again.

Cimarron was unstrapped from the breeding bench and led back to its stall and turned out into its stall which was bolted. John left the barn turning off the lights.

In the morning, the lights came on in the barn waking up Cimarron. Hearing the hands enter the barn, it scrambled to its hooves and stood at the door of the stable to watch the men enter. Steve came in a few minutes later accompanied by a burly man in jeans, boots, a heavy leather apron split and fastened to his legs like chaps, a full heavy dark beard covered his face. They walked up to Cimarron and Steve told the blacksmith that the new stallion needed its first shoeing. The blacksmith smiled and nodded. He turned and left leaving Steve standing at the stall. Entering, he removed the tail harness and pulled the tail plug out.

Telling Cimarron to go, Cimarron spread its rear legs and grunted and emptied its bowels. Steve cleaned it up and put its tail back in and harnessed it. Then the hands cleaned up the stall and put in fresh bedding straw. Just then, the blacksmith walked back in to the barn and told Steve that he was ready. Nodding, Steve looked over and said, Ok Roger, will have it right over. Cimarron understood that the blacksmith was named Roger and that it was going to be shoed. Steve led it out of the barn and over to a post set into the ground in the middle of the yard. Tying Cimarron’s lead to the pole, Cimarron looked around and saw the portable forge was setup not far away and that it was glowing red. The blacksmith walked over carrying a couple of horse shoes and picked up one of Cimarron’s rear hooves and test fitted a couple of different shoes to its hoof to see which fitted the best, using some chalk he marked the shoe that needed the least adjustment. Taking the shoe over to the forge he shoved it in the coals and waited while it got red hot so it could be worked. Cimarron stood quietly and watched as the shoe was worked on and then cooled.

Coming back over, Roger fitted the shoe to the hoof that he has used and was satisfied with how it fit. Picking up a heavy hammer and some nails, he hammered the nails into Cimarron’s hoof and the heavy steel shoe was nailed on tight. The process of fitting, and attaching was done to his other rear hoof. Lighter shoes were fitted to his front hooves. Once the blacksmith was finished John and Steve walked over and inspected his work. Approving, Steven untied Cimarron and led him back to the barn. Cimarron had a little trouble at first walking due to the heavier weight of his hooves. It soon learned and it began to walk easily again once it had adjusted its gait to its new heavier hooves. After allowing it a hour or so to rest and get used to be handled by the blacksmith it was brought out and harnessed to the work wagon again after the ranch hand who was getting it hitched covered it in sun screen to prevent its hide from burning in the sun.

Cimarron felt better once it was harnessed to the wagon. It was adapting quickly to its new species and it felt normal now to be harnessed and working pulling the wagon. It felt right and its cock was always hard and dripping when it was in its harness and working. It noticed that its new shoes did help it get traction and dig in so the wagon moved easier. The shoes protected its hooves from being damaged by rocks which helped prevent injuries to its hooves.

As the days passed, a routine was established and Cimarron got used to its new life as a horse. After 3 weeks, John walked into the barn and opened Cimarron’s stall. Leading Cimarron out and back to the breeding area, Cimarron followed hoping that it was going to get bred again by its owner. It really got off when it was bred by either John or one of the ranch hands. When they walked into the breeding area, Cimarron saw that another horse like him was already mounted on the breeding stand. It whinnied and John stroked it and calmed it down. John reached down and opened the leather tube that Cimarron’s cock had been in since it was harnessed for the first time. Feeling its cock flop loose for the first time in a moth caused Cimarron to shudder and its harness jingled. It was lead over to the mounted horse and told to mount the mare and breed it. Cimarron moved quickly on its hooves and drove its hard cock fast into the mare waiting for breeding. Soon it was fucking the mare and then it came and then after whinnying it pulled out. John put its cock back into its leather tube on its harness. It was pulled away from the mare as another ranch hand moved over and released the mare from the stand after putting its tail back in its hole.

The human male mare was lead out of the barn, John turned and followed with Cimarron. They walked out of the barn and over to a smaller barn which Cimarron had not been in. Entering, Cimarron was lead over to a stall and put in the stall and it noticed that its name was on the stall door. Closing the door, John reached over and unhooked the lead from Cimarron’s bridle and left the barn. Cimarron stood by the stall door and looked around. It whinnied and shook its head, and then 3 other horses that looked like him came to the doors in their stalls, and Cimarron realized that he was not the only horse like himself on the ranch. The other horses were all heavily muscled men all harnessed like it was. The only difference was that their manes did not appear to be clipped to their head harness. It realized that these horses had been there long enough that their own manes had grown out.

The next morning, Cimarron and the mare it had bred the night before were led out and were harnessed in tandem to a heavier and larger wagon. This time Steve got onto the seat of the wagon and snapped a whip urging the pair of horses to dig in and move on. Cimarron looked over at its mare and dug in and the working day began.

Metal would like to thank Rubrpig for this story!

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