Sputnik shuffled from one hoof to the other, grinding the bit between his teeth. His mind was racing, his thoughts all blurring together. The grainy remnants of a sugar cube clung to the back of his tongue stimulating his salivary glands, and the aphrodisiac already doing its work on his achingly stiff cock.
“Easy there, stud.” Ian gave his butt a gentle tap with the crop. “You’ve been doing well, this is just going to be fun for you! Just… Hold your… Horses.” Ian chuckled unable to keep his intended deadpan delivery. Sputnik rolled his eyes as his handler doubled over in a breathless fit of giggles.
“Nervous much?” Rich poked his head through the door, the cheery twinkle in his eyes betraying his cool demeanor. “Pull yourself together, it’s showtime. Here you go, Sputnik.” Rich stuffed another sugar cube past the stallion’s bit and ducked back through the door from whence he appeared.
Sputnik gulped the sweet grainy treat down. That was the third energy-boosting aphrodisiac-laced serving he’d been given in the last five minutes. Guess they didn’t think he was horny enough. He huffed in frustration.
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John and Steve returned to the ranch late after getting rid of the Sheriff’s SUV and walked over to John’s house. The men walked in and sat down in the kitchen. John grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and sat down after handing Steve one of the beers. The men began to discuss what they were going to have to do to train the new gelding and to protect the ranch and the herd from the Sheriff once he was aware of his deputy’s disappearance. They both knew that the ranch would be targeted and that it was possible that the herd and its newest horse would be discovered
The men finished their beers and John smiled at Steve and both men got up and headed to the bedroom. They had been lovers for a few years even though both of them were hard core leather tops, they still managed to make things work for them. They walked into the bedroom and both began to strip quickly and soon John has Steve on his back and he was pushing his cock hard into his ass. Fucking him hard he reached down and grabbed Steve’s nipples and twisted them hard causing Steve to groan loudly from the pain. This just drove John to fuck him harder. Finally, he blew his load deep in Steve’s ass and slowly pulled out. John collapsed on top of Steve and the 2 men rolled over and fell asleep.
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Much to Sputnik’s disappointment, he did not get another collection that night. After dinner, he spent some more time in the lounge. There was a basketball game on this time, and he and Steel spooned together on the mattress watching it as their hard cocks were tended to by Tanner and Rex. Mascot joined after a while, and he and Sputnik eventually left the lounge together. Back in Sputnik’s room, the two had settled in together sharing a few kisses and groping at each other with their mitted hands. Sleep came quickly once Sputnik had laid down with his favorite dog in his arms, and his semi-erect cock resting next to Mascot’s balls. He could get used to falling asleep like this.
When Ian arrived in the morning, Mascot reluctantly took his leave of the black leather stallion. Ian promised them they’d have some time together later on. The morning followed the same routine as the day before. Warm mushy breakfast out of the trough, followed by treadmill time on all fours, then bipedal treadmill sprints, stretching, and lunch. Today after lunch though, Ian lead Sputnik to a new room instead of the lounge.
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John was still concerned about a return visit by the Sheriffs looking into the disappearance of his former friend but he knew he had to be patient as the search would soon end as there was nothing at the ranch to link him to Rick’s disappearance. He waited for several days before hitching the horse trailer to his truck and headed to the remote barn where the horses had been stabled to prevent them from being discovered by the Sheriff’s deputies during their search of the ranch buildings and house.
He got to the remote barn after about 40 minutes and pulled up outside of the barn. Hearing the truck approaching the ranch hand that had been caring for the horses walked out and met his boss and they walked back into the barn where John was able to check on the conditions of his horses.
The four horses were excited to see him and were whinnying in excitement when he walked in. His chaps creaked and the spurs he wore jingled as he checked each horse and spent some time with each one. Finally he walked over to Cimarron’s stall where his newest horse and the herd stallion was waiting. The horses had been stabled for 4 days now and not allowed out of the barn in case the sheriff’s airplane was used to fly over and survey the large ranch from the air.
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The collection room, as Rich had called it, was a simple room. Bare walls, almost clinical in feel, with two bars hanging from post in the ceiling. Brett had been stripped out of his clothes, and was now standing idly with a raging boner while Rich went to get the suit that Brett would spend the next couple days in. Rich wasn’t gone long. He returned with his arms full of leather.
“Here we are!” He chortled. “The one pony suit we have is just about your size! All black too. You can be our Black Beauty!”
Brett managed a polite smile, too transfixed by the lush smell of leather and the softness of the suit as it was held up to him. First, his feet went in. The legs were separate, and they were zipped from the knee up. He watched as the velcro flaps were pressed over the zipper seam, making them almost invisible against the sea of black leather. Next the body portion was pulled up. The front was solid, like a straitjacket. And like with a straitjacket, Brett’s arms were pushed into sleeves. Only these sleeves ended at the wrist, leaving his hands free for now. Before the back was zipped up, though Rich knelt in front of him, eyeing his still-throbbing cock.
“Yup, you’re definitely a stallion,” Rich commented as he handled Brett’s cock and churning balls. “Got some heft. They’re going to love you!”
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The day that Cimarron first worked in tandem with its mare passed quickly and both horses got used to working in tandem pulling the heavy wagon. During the break for lunch for the hands, the horses were given water and vegetables and allowed to stand and rest in the shade to keep them cool. The ranch hands followed Steve’s instructions to keep their hides coated with sun block to keep the horses from getting sun burned which would have restricted their use until they healed. Cimarron kept looking at his mare harnessed beside it in the shafts of the wagon. It noticed that the mare’s mane was long and had been properly clipped and groomed into a flowing mane.
The sides of its head had been clipped and a 3 inch wide strip of its hair had been encourage to grow and it hung down its back. The mare turned its head and looked at Cimarron and nodded its head. Cimarron looked closely at its mare and saw that there was a heavy leather cup covering the mare’s groin so it did not show any human male genitals. Cimarron wondered if the mare had been allowed to keep its male cock or had it been removed as it has been threatened with if it failed to perform as a stallion. The mare nodded and stamped its hoof three times and Cimarron wondered if that meant it had been a mare for 3 years and decided that it most likely was considering the heavy muscular build and the length of its mane.
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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.
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“Fetch! Good boy!” Brett watched as Mascot chased after the leather-coated stick he’d thrown across the gym. The German Shepherd styled leather pup’s powerful and graceful movements were hypnotically natural and easy-looking. It still took Brett’s breath away. Like it had every day for the past several weeks. Brett had been true to his word. Every day after work, he stopped by the leather store and warehouse near the waterfront to visit Mascot. He’d walk in, greet the staff, then scan the security card he’d been given to access the pup training facility.
Down the hall, up the stairs, and down another hallway to the suite apartments where Mascot lived. The lean-muscled pup always greeted him at door with a bark, a wildly wagging tail, and lots of eager nuzzles. Brett knelt in greeting, petting him all over, and telling him what pretty dog he was. And how good he was. An athletic guy, Brett liked to unwind after work by doing something physically active, so he’d take Mascot for a jog in the facility’s gym which had an expanse of astroturf designated for runs, games of fetch and frisbee, all in an indoor air-conditioned environment.
Presently, Mascot came trotting back, proudly holding the leather-covered stick in his mouth.
“Good boy!” Brett praised, petting the dog’s head and grabbing the stick. Mascot held on playfully growling.
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