The Ride

By ty dehner

I woke with the familiar smell of the barn that I sleep in. In the corner is a corral that Boss Kevin has customize for his property, me. I roll off my back onto my elbows and knees. Many months ago, Boss decided I will be his horse. It has been a challenge, for during the week I have a full-time job, but it is a work from home position, so Boss is able to control me completely.

This Saturday morning, I can see the small window on the side of barn that allows the morning sun to shine in. The layers of suits I am locked in start with a layer of Under Armor that is followed by a heavy rubber suit with openings for my cock, balls and ass. Next a rubber hood that has a gag that fills my mouth with a tube leading into the gag. My cock is trapped in a heavy Carrera bondage chastity device. A plug fills my ass and is locked under the rubber.

The final layer is heavy brown leather horse suit that keeps my arms and legs bent and is pretty much one piece. There is lacing on it for Boss to tighten it. The knee and elbow parts of the suit have heavy rubber pads that allow me to walk with my elbows and knees and not feel too much. The thick rubber is shaped like horse hooves and even have the iron horse shoes on the base. There is a horse shaped hood that goes over a leather hood, which is laced on. He doesn’t have me sleep in the horse shaped hood. The laces and zipper lock and Boss doesn’t use small locks they are heavy Master locks.

It took weeks to get use to this suit, but Boss had started working on me in his gym to get me ready. My workouts were always in several layers of heavy rubber so I would sweat like a pig. I know Boss seems to like his property as an animal. I spent the first-year learning to be his K9, even following him on a leash at Dore in San Francisco.

Two years ago, Boss decided that we were going to purchase some property and he ended up with this place on 10 acres north of the city. It is only recently that I spent time in barn as he converted me into his horse. He enjoys gearing up in his motorcycle cop uniform and riding his horse around the barn.

I hear the barn door open and the sound of Boss’ boots on the wood floor.

“Good morning Equine. Did you sleep good?” he asks as he opens the stall door. He knows I have a very difficult time sleeping in the horse gear and he likes that I suffer for him. I look up to see him in his leather CHP uniform and Dehners. He grabs the bridle from the post and secures it to my head. He gently tugs on the lead and brings me into the main floor of the barn. He lashes the lead to a post and heads to the feed area. I watch him walk away in his boots as my view is low to the ground. The feed area is another room off the main barn and I can see him working in the makeshift kitchen. There is the sound of blender and soon he is returning to his horse with a large glass of my breakfast. He places the tube from the gag and puts it in the glass of liquid food and instructs me to start drinking.

“Drink up, you have a long hard day ahead.” He smiles and starts preparing for the day. I am grateful that he doesn’t rush me as his horse. I think it is because he wants me in the head space as much and it is the weekend, what else is there to do.

He comes and checks on me and finds the breakfast empty and pats his gloved hands on my leather encased head. He returns the glass to the feed room then grabs the horse head. Changing out the bridle he puts the horse head, that straps on to the shoulders of the suit and the hood on my head. He then installs the bridle. The horse head is a custom hood that is made of various colors of leathers with a flowing mane of hair. It is difficult to see out of when he puts it on me, but I only need to follow the lead as he is in charge when he rides me. He takes his custom-made saddle and places it on his horse’s back. Securing up the straps, then locking them with locks. Boss likes locks.

I am lead out of the barn and taken to the outdoor corral that is a bit muddy after the rain yesterday. He straps the lead to the fence, he closes the gate and returns to the barn for his riding gear. As he returns he is strapping on his helmet after putting on his leather jacket. He looks awesome in his full cop uniform. His breeches with the strip down the side tucked into his Dehners that have his spurs on them. The duty belt lays just below his leather jacket and always looks heavy to me with all the pieces he wears including his weapons.

Boss replaces the ass plug with a plug that has a long tail on it, zipping up the leather and rubber and securing things with the locks. This stopper is a long hair tail that bobs as we do our walks. Opening the gate, he takes the lead and walks me out and closes the gate.

“It is an awesome day so we’re going for a long ride today.” He pulls his leg over the saddle and sits. Putting his boots into the stirrups he pokes his spurs into his leather encase horse, tugging on the reign and slowly we take off into the woods of his estate.

Walking through the woods is an effort and challenge with the soft and rocky trail. The weight of Boss on my back also keeps me focused. At times, he digs his spurs into me to increase the speed. I am sweating in the encasement of leather and rubber and it will stay with me until I am released. Boss is quiet as he is enjoying his ride. He takes his crop out and strikes his horse ass at times to get its attention.

After a while we come upon the creek that runs through the property. He pulls on the reigns and has me stop at the edge of creek. He dismounts and takes the keys from his belt. Coming to his horse he unlocks the back zipper and opens it some. He returns his keys takes his cock out of his pants and pisses into his horse’s suit. I feel the warmth of it as it runs over and down the rubber. When he is done, he locks things back up again.

“Just thought you could use a cool down, stud.”

He mounts his horse again and hits the spurs hard and walks me into the creek. It is rocky and difficult to walk on my elbows and knees. The water gets closer to my chin and I can feel it slowly soaking into the leather. He turns me to head down the creek. At times, it gets deep and my head goes under the water as Boss’ boots and breeches get wet.

“You know you are going to have to take care of these boots after the ride Equine.” He spurs me very hard and I jump some.

After a while he leads me out of the creek and back onto land. The leather is soaked and things are cooler. He turns us back to the homestead as the suit gets muddy. I am getting weak from this ride as it must have been a couple of hours already.

After another hour, we return to the barn and he rides me in. After dismounting he looks at his boots and uniform.

“Fuck, you got me wet!” He strikes me with the riding crop a few times. Attaching it to his belt he removes the saddle. He goes to the one of cabinets taking out some bondage gear. He returns, kicking me so I fall on my side rolling over with my limbs in the air.

He stands over me looking down at his horse. Boss is so powerful in his uniform, he places his booted foot on my chest and smiles. He takes the gear and starts to work. Boss customize the suit where he can add elements to it. A group of straps are securely put on my limbs with metal rings that stand out at the end of my hooves. Of course, after strapping them very tightly, he locks them.

He slides me across the barn floor below the winch. Lowering it some he takes four chains that fall from the winch. The chains have locks that connect them to the four rings. He then removes the horse hood replacing it with a full leather face muzzle that as a ring on the top of the head. Taking another chain and locks he attaches it to the top of the muzzle and tightly pulls it to the ring in the winch base.

With his horse in a very helpless bondage position he starts up the winch and slowly I am lifted from the floor. I feel some of the water and piss move around in the suits that I am locked in. Higher and higher I go until I am suspended about 5 feet off the floor.

The winch stops and Boss walks away leaving me hanging. On occasion, I can hear the boots of Boss on the floor but I can’t really see him as my view is focused on the ceiling of the barn.

I hear the whoosh before the bullwhip strikes my chest, knocking the wind out of me. At first, he strikes his horse with the whip with a pause in between. Even with the layers of rubber and leather there is a sting and the whip bites. Then he increases the speed of his whipping of his helpless horse. All over the body and ass he whips. At times, I can hear him grunt and chuckle as he whips me. I am already tired from the ride and now am and getting totally weak from the strikes of the whip that will leave me bruised and sore. The position of hanging is also getting painful and I am totally at his mercy. I wanted to serve and be owned by Boss and today he is enjoying being an owner of his horse.

He pauses and comes to me, rubbing his gloved hand on my body while placing the whip on my chest. I see him sweating heavily under his helmet as it drips down his face. He smiles and kisses my muzzled lips.

“You’ve done well today my stud and it is time for me to give you a reward.” He pats my chest and I watch as he unzips his leather breeches. He pulls out his hard cock and strokes it with his gloved hand.

“You know you are the only one that gets this these days, Equine!”

That comment strikes my heart that the Boss no longer has sex with any others.

He starts working on the locks of the suits and soon the tail is out of my ass. He drops it on my chest. He spits a couple of times on his cock and he gently pushes his cockhead into my hole. He teases my hole with his head, as he strokes my limbs and torso with his hands. Then our eyes lock and I stare into his blue eyes. He looks deep into mine, then he grabs my legs and with one strong motion shoves his cock deep into my tight ass. I yell into the muzzle and he smiles at me and cocks his eyebrows letting me know he enjoys being in charge.

He pulls out and then slams it in again, he takes in the tightness then starts to slowly piston. He is now riding me in a different way than our ride in the woods. I can tell he is enjoying the warmth on his cock as his balls smack the leather of my ass. He stands tall just like he is sitting in the saddle when he rides me. I get the feeling he is realizing the world he has created with me as his property and his horse. Suspended before him, this leather encased man, moaning in the muzzle, being filled by the Boss’ cock.

The barn is stuffy, and I am sweating again in the damp leather and rubber that is locked on me. Boss looks down at me and again straight into my eyes. He doesn’t say a word, but he is going to be showing me his power in a few moments. I can tell he is climaxing as he sweats also. I look away for a moment and his gloved hand grabs the muzzle and he pulls on it to look him in the eyes. Then he arrives and his eyes roll back in his head and screams in primal scream. He pushes as hard as he can to fill my ass with his seed. Then he calms and falls on my chest, allowing me to support his weight. He looks up at me, pats my cheek then slowly pulls out of my ass. In moments he tail plug is inserted again. He stands, turns and moves out of my sight. I hear the barn door open followed by it closing.

I can imagine the sight of this leather encased horse like object hanging from the ceiling of a barn alone, suspended by its limbs, gagged and alone in pain. No doubt Boss had a huge smile on his face as he looked one last time before he returned to the house.

 

Metal would like to thank ty dehner for this story!

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