Pony Boy Bitch Ch. 01

his kicking, and his protests soon gave way to full blown screaming and bawling. Mr. Fullman was worried that if his wife heard Kevin screaming, she might become very upset.

Brian and Peter could not believe the sight before them; their older brother was squealing like a pig and was getting trained like a naked animal right in their own living room.

When Grant heard Kevin finally break down and start bawling convulsively like a little kid, he knew he was getting through to Kevin, "There you go, little buckaroo! You're a brand new horsie boy now. We're just trying to help you see and accept your new life."

Even as Grant comforted Kevin with a soothing voice he continued to furiously strap his deeply reddening ass. Brian and Peter soon realized that Mr. Knapp, by using a calm reassuring tone even as he continued to strap Kevin's behind, was treating Kevin exactly like he was an animal in training. And soon, rather than being shocked, the two young brothers began to think that the way Mr. Knapp was treating their brother was kind of cool.

When after a long while Grant finally stopped strapping the bawling Kevin's ass, Kevin was so intent on getting rid of the fire in his burning hide, that he was momentarily unaware of the spectacle he presented; jumping around and bawling while frantically rubbing his naked behind. The pain of a strapping is an effective way of making an otherwise smart and savvy young man lose interest, at least momentarily, in appearances and self-pride. To Grant, Kevin was just another deservedly disciplined horse boy, jumping around naked in the same way that freshly punished horse boys all over the world jump around. It's simply what freshly and severely ass-strapped horse boys do. Nothing unusual.

Whatever hope Kevin had of maintaining his dignity as a free boy vanished; burned up and destroyed by the fire in his strapped naked ass. It was a pathetic sight, but Grant was a pro at handling kenneled boys. He grabbed the jumping horse boy with both arms, "Okay fella, everything is going to start getting better now. You're going to be one fantastic drayage boy! I know you can do it. I want you to be all that you can be!"

The condescending and somewhat corny words of Grant, incredibly, are the kinds of words that register with freshly and severely punished young men. Kevin reacted exactly as Grant wanted him to when he gave the bawling boy a very tight love hug; Kevin hugged him tightly in return. Kevin hugged his disciplinarian tightly in part because the hug offered love and warmth; in part because Kevin was totally confused; in part to hide his nakedness from his brothers and father; and in part because Kevin had totally lost his bearing with the world he knew and now did not know what to do. He needed guidance. He knew that now. What else could he do? Walk back to his room as if nothing had happened?

Mr. Fullman gave his two youngest sons a look that said, 'Wow, that was really something!' then shook his head approvingly and whispered, "It seems to have really helped Kevin."

Grant guided Kevin back to be seated on the couch and sat next to him, again sitting very closely; and again he threw an arm around Kevin's shoulders as if to offer a cradle for his head. Kevin's face was tear streaked, and cock his was somewhat engorged, but it did not stick up from his hairy balls. His brothers were shocked that he was sitting so exposed and yet was not being defiant.

But Kevin knew nothing else to do, now that all of his human dignity had been stripped, but to respond to the wishes of Mr. Knapp. Mr. Knapp knew best now.

Grant pulled Kevin close to him, and spoke so all could hear, "You are a fine young male, and you are going to make a lot of people very proud of you. Just look at you! Sitting all pretty now after you've learned your first lesson. See, things aren't so bad, are they?"

Kevin half nodded in agreement, and at the same time suddenly became aware that he was exposed and moved his hands to cover himself. Grant continued in his soothing voice, "There's no need for you to cover yourself any longer. When little babies run around bare no one thinks anything of seeing them naked. And it is the same with most drayage servants. Drayage servants are always without clothes when used on private estates and government agencies, and people react the same way to them as they do to naked babies; it's nothing strange or unusual."

Kevin didn't remove his hands from his groin, so Grant continued, "You're only ashamed to show off your penis because you think of it as a sexual organ, an organ of regeneration. But you no longer will get to use it for that, since you won't be making babies anytime soon. Your penis is now nothing but a piss spigot, so there's no reason to hide it. It's nothing but a piece of your plumbing. Nothing to hide. Of no interest to anyone."

Kevin still didn't uncover himself, but Grant thought it best not to make a big deal out of it at this stage of his training.

But Grant did think this was a good time to be forthright with the new horse boy, "You don't have to worry about any of those things your brothers were saying about drayage service, because as long as you are a good boy, just the way you are now, they won't have to do any of those things to you that they sometimes have to do to drayage servants who don't behave. Instead, by behaving you'll make your overseers happy just the way you're making your father, brothers, and me very happy right now."

Bill and his two sons smiled proudly.

Grant continued, "What a good little boy you are! See, all that I wanted to do was help you see that things aren't bad if you follow orders. And now your dad and your brothers and I are not only not unhappy with you, but we are all so very proud of you!" As Kevin's two younger brothers smiled at Kevin in amazement at his subjugation, Grant got up, approached Mr. Fullman, put an arm on his shoulder, and led him out of earshot. "Bill, Kevin has responded to his strapping much better than I had expected him to. They're going to love him at the Strayton Brothers' Farms; he'll be an easy one to whip control. But we don't want to lose the headway we've made so far. What we don't want to do is let him slip back into his free-boy way of thinking. Kevin is totally broken right now, and we want to keep him that way."

"To not continue his training would be a great unkindness to him. It would be like spending a couple of hours teaching a dog to heel, with all the necessary newspaper whappings that entails, and then suddenly drop his training and then in one month's time resume the training. The poor dog would have forgotten everything he had learned, and he would have to go through all the same lessons and beatings. All of those earlier beatings would have been in vain. It's sheer cruelty."

"Therefore, so Kevin doesn't have to receive another strapping like the one I just gave him, we need to impress on him that there are new rules and laws in place for him that he needs to start following. And we do that right now by taking control of most aspects of his life. We can't let him slip back after he's responded so well to his first beating."

Mr. Fullman shook his head in agreement, understanding what Grant was saying. "Yes, I think it would be wise to keep things moving forward. What kinds of things do we do?"

Grant put a hand on Mr. Fullman's shoulder, "Basically, if you aren't using a pony boy in some task, you secure him so he's immobile. Out at the farm that usually means that right after their day's work is done, and after they're fed and hosed down, they are then locked down in their beds until the following day. You want them to get all the rest they can."

"Secure them?"

"It means chaining them down to their beds. Hands locked to the side of the bed or locked to their waist cinch."

"But how do they hold a book or magazine so they can read in bed. If you're putting him to bed so early he needs something to occupy himself. Should we roll the TV into his room?"

Grant laughed, "Good heavens, Bill. You really are naïve about all of this, aren't you?"

Grant looked at the three brothers looking at him and their father, wondering what they were talking about. Grant kept his voice down, "Bill, your son is a pony boy. You can't let him keep reading and watching TV. It would be a cruelty. Pony boys need to be alone with their thoughts. You want to keep their lives simple. It's the way things are done, Bill."

Grant gave Bill some time to take in what he said, and saw that, eventually, Bill was favorably disposed towards his suggestions, "Good, Bill. I have some basic supplies in the car."

Grant addressed Brian and Peter, "Boys, your dad and I would like you to assist us in helping Kevin adjust to his new life. Peter, I need you to run out to my car and get that black case that's on the back seat; and Brian, I want you to help your father and me get Kevin to his bed."

As Peter ran out to the car, feeling like he was doing something important to help the grownups, Grant, Bill, and Brian approached the defeated Kevin, still sitting on the couch with his head down and his hands covering his crotch. Grant grabbed Kevin's arm, and gently pulled him into a standing position, "Come along with us, Kevin. You're a real live pony boy now, and we want to help you do things in proper style." The three free-men guided the animal boy to his bedroom and helped him to get into a reclining position on his back. When Peter arrived with the kennel administrator's carrying case full of servant control implements, Kevin, who had been shocked into submission, started to stir. Grant quickly leaned over Kevin, held him down by his shoulders, and called out to Peter. "Hurry Peter, get me those plastic coated wire restraints!"

Before Kevin could gather himself and offer any serious resistance, the free men had him secured to his bed with cords wrapped around his chest and waist.

Grant then placed wrist cuffs on each of Kevin's arms, and these were locked to his waist strap by three-inch lengths of chain. Kevin was now unable to move his hands.

Grant dug through his bag and found lubricant and a 'comfort stop'. "Before we secure his legs I want to get this comfort stop up his ass. Brian, lift your brother's legs up as far as you can so as to expose his hole."

Brian did as instructed, and Grant took the lubed comfort rod and slowly worked it up Kevin's ass. Kevin wiggled and howled. Grant kept working the rod up his ass with determination, "Take it easy son. This is what we do to pony boys. This will help calm you down!"

Kevin screamed, "Dad, help me!"

Mr. Fullman answered as he patted Kevin on the head, "Take it easy, son. This is what they do to pony boys. Once Grant gets that rod all the way up, you'll feel a lot better. That's why it's called a 'comfort stop'. It'll calm you down, son. It's what they use on pony boys to help calm them down."

Once Grant had the rod up Kevin's ass, Brian let Kevin's legs down and Grant secured both his upper and lower legs to the bed by wrapping them in the plastic coated cording."

When Brian let Kevin's legs down everyone noticed his full-blown erection. Grant commented, "All pony boys do that once they get the comfort rod up their ass."

Grant took a cinch from his case and secured it to the base of Kevin's cock and balls. It turned Kevin's large erection into a purple-headed monster that looked like it would burst. As tears of humiliation rolled down Kevin's face, and the family looked in amazement at Kevin's genitals, Grant was proud of the cinching, "There! Now Kevin's throbber looks like a real horse boy's; standing up for all to see!" Grant rubbed Kevin on the head and addressed him, "Be proud, son! You're showing your tackle nice, tall, purple, and proud, just like a real horse boy!"

Grant took a leg hobble with two cuffs that went above each knee, a bar between the cuffs kept the knees separated by 14 inches. Once Grant had Kevin's legs separated by the hobble, he pointed out its virtues. "Notice how now that I've got Kevin's knees hobbled so he has to keep them separated from each other by at least 14 inches, it makes his tackle stick out and all the more exposed!"

Kevin's two younger brothers liked the effect, but Mr. Fullman wasn't certain of its purpose. Grant continued, "The main advantages of having a horse boy wear the knee hobble at night is that it prevents a pony from tossing and turning, giving him a better sleep; and it helps put his body in a position so it can best digest his special grain- heavy diet. Knee-hobbled pony boys don't fart as much at night. The hobbles allow the digestive gasses to slip out in a gradual and more natural fashion. It's a kindness to knee-hobble pony boys at night."

As Mr. Knapp dug though his case, pulled out a 'hair cloth', and held it up. "The things I'm doing to Kevin now, you will want to continue to do to Kevin every night until they come and take him away to be processed and pony-trained. But no piece is more important than this hair cloth."

The hair shirt was a 20-inch wide band of cloth that had plastic hairs on one side. The side with the hairs was placed against Kevin's chest and wrapped around his body. As Mr. Knapp tightened the cloth and cinched about Kevin's torso, Kevin moaned in anguish, "Oh man, please take it off. It feels like needles. Daddy, help me."

Grant spoke to Kevin's family, "You need to learn to ignore him. The hair shirt does not feel like needles. It's designed to offer body discomfort to a minimal degree in order to help train a pony boy's mind."

Grant addressed the horse boy, "You are to use this shirt to find mental ways of overcoming discomfort. Once you're a pony boy you are going to be doing a lot of things that right now you would find hard to do, such as standing perfectly still for hours hitched to a cart while waiting for your driver.

Hair shirts are the first step used in training in helping you learn to make your new duties easy to handle. After a couple of nights of sleeping in the hair shirt you won't even know you have it on."

Grant looked down at the miserable pony boy and commented to his family, "Kevin is the perfect candidate. It's hard to break a pony boy in when they're much younger than 20, and Kevin is ripe for training. The majority of the slave-owning younger groups especially like their pony boys young. It's quite the fancy of young males in their teens through their twenties to have a pony boy as young as Kevin to drive them about."

As Kevin cried and tried to writhe within his restraints, Grant grasped Kevin's hard dick at its base, gave it a playful waggle, then slowly pulled his two fingers up its length as if doing a slow jack off stroke. "What a fine specimen you'll make for some young master as you pull him and his friends along. In training they'll teach you to trot properly, to bring your knees up to the proper height while keeping your body taut and tightly displayed. By judicious application of the stinger whip to your hide, your driver can keep you in perfect trotting posture."

Grant smiled at Bill, Brian, and Peter, "How fine Kevin will look! Just picture it; Kevin's body naked except for his horse boots, oiled to a high shine; his tits ringed and cinched and sticking out like a lady's; his body bridled, reined, blinkered, belled, butt plugged, and plumed; and his proud master snapping the whip on his shoulders to get him to trot along with his head held high, his chest out, stomach in, and groin pushed forward as if his spear-tipped cock, cinched, polished, hard, purple, and ringed; were leading the charge."

Brian and Peter were mesmerized, and swallowed in awe at Grant's description. Grant looked at the two younger boys, "Brian and Peter, Kevin needs to be put down like this every night. It's how horse boys are bedded and it's the way they learn. I think it would be good if you two could be in charge of bedding Kevin."

Mr. Fullman nodded in agreement, asked if the boys were up to it, and they both shook their heads indicating that they were.

Grant instructed, "Make sure his bindings are secure; cuff his hands to his waist band; and hobble, hair-shirt, and butt plug him. Each night make the bindings a little tighter, the hobble extended a little more, and use a slightly larger size butt plug."

As Kevin sobbed to himself, Grant looked at everyone, "I think he's all set. We should leave him alone now. Perhaps later tonight you boys should check in on Kevin and help him go to the bathroom. To get horse boys on a bathroom schedule that matches the owners', its common to use enemas to train horse boys to get them to do their 'business' when it's convenient for others."

Mr. Fullman asked, "Would you boys feel comfortable giving Kevin an enema?"

Both boys answered "Yes, father" with such sober voices, that it effectively concealed their inner excitement.

At 3:30 PM on a bright summer day in California, Grant pulled the shades to the windows of Kevin's room, turned out the lights, and accompanied the free Fullman males out of Kevin's bedroom. By the time the family and Mr. Knapp arrived in the kitchen to reconnect with Mrs. Fullman, the cries of Kevin, which had crescendoed dramatically once his family left him in his room, and could not be heard. The family and their guest enjoyed a glass of iced tea on the deck in the California sun to as the Fullman's thanked Grant. Once Grant left, the four free members of the Knapp family went to the beach, and played and picnicked until sunset.

END OF PART ONE

To be continued...