Seven Tails: Tail 04

He groaned and nodded again. I soaked up the last of my soup with the final corner of my sandwich and ran my bare foot all the way up his smooth warm thigh, almost touching his balls. Daniel arched his back and groaned again.

"It's really too bad that's not going to happen, isn't it?"

After he had cleaned up the kitchen and retired to my room to eat his kibble out of his dish on the floor I had Daniel report to the library where I lounged in my chair reading a book. Resignedly, he started going to his knees to be my footstool but I raised a hand and stopped him. On my orders he went to the linen closet and fetched me a hand towel. I took it when he returned and had him kneel down on his haunches in front of my chair, facing me. I'd kicked off my shoes and socks before dinner so I could enjoy touching him with my skin. I raised my feet and put them on his shoulders and said "Hold my feet, Daniel." He raised his hands and held my ankles on either shoulder.

Watching Daniel running around the house naked all day had made me horny, anyway. It made me almost regret that I had told him that I wouldn't fuck him. I sure wanted to! And I had told the others that I wouldn't be seeing them until the next day or I would have called one of my other pets over to satisfy my needs while Daniel watched. But this was a good alternative. Laying the towel across my hips, I opened my pants and pulled out my semi hard prick. Daniels eyes widened. I leaned forward and pressed two fingers to his lips. "Open your mouth, Daniel. I need some of your spit." He opened his lips and took my fingers in his mouth and ran his tongue over my fingers, covering them with his saliva. When my fingers were good and wet I leaned back, tugged back my foreskin and spread his slippery saliva all over the head of my prick. He groaned a little again like a dog wanting a treat held just out of his reach.

I stroked my cock a few times until it was good and hard then leaned forward again.

"I need more." And I stuck my fingers back in his mouth. This time the boy opened his mouth eagerly, sucking my fingers inside and closing his lips tightly around them. His tongue swirled around and his head bobbed back and forth as if it were my prick itself in his mouth instead of just my fingers. Looking down between my legs I could see that his own prick was equally as hard as mine and standing up tall and proud from his lap. Excellent.

"That's enough, boy." I leaned back again and wiped more of his spit over the head of my cock and started stroking slowly up and down. His eyes never left my prick as I half reclined and stroked myself. Me, I kept my eyes on him and imagined him leaning forward and taking my prick deep into his mouth. Daniel didn't have a whole lot of experience at sucking cock yet but he was learning fast. My other pet Nathan, who was an expert at pleasing me with his mouth and tongue, was teaching him and he was coming along quickly.

It was with the mental picture of Daniel on his knees with my prick in his mouth that I lifted my hips a few moments later and shot my load on the small hand towel across my lap. Even if it served it's purpose, I thought that was a serious waste. I don't believe I had jerked off like that in years. Daniels face was flushed and his eyes were glazed and his fingers were almost white from the force of his grip on my legs. The expression on his face spoke of regret and sadness and exquisite torture. He quivered like a taut bowstring. I'm sure the merest touch would have made him come like a geyser. I wasn't going to allow him that if I could help it.

Damn it, the boy had to learn to control himself!

And damn it, that made my head hurt.

I rose and zipped myself back up, letting the towel fall to the floor. Daniel picked it up and followed me as I left the room. Back in my bedroom I stripped out of my clothes and let them fall carelessly where I dropped them. The boy scrambled after me, picking up each piece and checking the pockets carefully before dropping my clothes in the hamper. When I was completely naked I strode into the bathroom and cracked open the shower door. Daniel followed me like a lost puppy.

He had an almost hopeful look in his eyes when I started the shower running. Evil bastard that I was, I dashed those hopes quickly. I was determined that he wasn't going to enjoy a moment of this experience.

"Hold out your hands, Daniel." I moved his arms until they were bent at the elbows next to his ribs, hands held out palms up. Grabbing a fresh towel off of the stack, I draped it over his hands.

"Hold that." I said, and stepped into the shower. He looked like he was going to cry again as I closed the door behind myself.

Getting clean and trying not to get that bandage wet was a major pain in the ass. But I was funky and still had bits of dried blood on me here and there and needed to be clean again. I managed it but I was tired and aching by the time I was done. And I didn't even give him the pleasure of toweling me off. I merely took the towel and dried myself and dropped it on the floor, leaving him once again to clean up after me. Normally I wasn't so careless and callous about my pets and their feelings. They were my servants, yes. But I also loved them dearly and did not want them to resent me or think that I took them for granted. These were special circumstances.

It was late enough in the evening that I could sleep some more and try to recover. I took a pain pill and checked in on the stables while Daniel cleaned up the bathroom. On the monitor I could see that everyone was behaving themselves. Showering or chatting or reading a book and relaxing in their cages. Gael was laying on her stomach on her bed facing out into the hallway, sketching. I couldn't be sure, but it looked like she was drawing Nathan as he showered. That brought a small smile to my lips. I'd like to see that one when she finished it. David and Wendy were sitting near the fronts of their cages chatting across the aisle and Sarabeth was reclining on her bed reading a book. From the way her foot was keeping time it looked like she had her ear phones in and was also listening to music.

Assured that things were well in hand, I rolled under the covers and laid my head down on the pillow. Behind me I could hear Daniel come back into the room and curl up on the little rug next to my bed. Wordlessly, I fell asleep.

Sometime during the night I awoke hearing a strange noise. Fighting through the fog of the pain pill it took me a minute to realize that it was Daniel, laying on the rug and sobbing quietly. I don't know if he was awake or asleep and dreaming. Rolling over, I reached a hand down and put it gently on his head, stroking his hair.

"Sssshhhh..." I whispered. "It's okay, Daniel. You're a good boy. Master loves you." He quieted down and drifted back off into a calm sleep. I almost envied him. My mind was troubled and sleep refused to ease my mind. There were times when being me was bloody difficult. I suspect that it would have been easier just to beat him and get it over with. But I had made my decision and we all had to live with it.

He may have settled back to sleep but I could not. Grumbling quietly to keep from waking him, I got out of bed and went to my office to start the day.

A couple of hours later found Daniel freshly roused and kneeling by my desk, holding a tray with my coffee cup and a plate of toast with jelly. I was answering emails and we were both watching my other pets via the monitor while they trained in the arena.

"You are missing a day of training, Daniel." I said. "You and Nathan need to be practicing running together. But instead you are in here and he is out there running with David."

Daniel almost opened his mouth to say something and caught himself at the last moment and nodded carefully. He'd already almost let my coffee cup slide off of the tray once. I promised him wide red stripes across his backside to match the coffee burns on the front if he did that.

"Maybe if David comes along quickly enough I will put him in the chariot team with Nathan instead. He seems to have a little more self control." Daniels eyes went wide and tragic and he looked at me and shook his head.

"And if you had behaved yourself you might have been out there right now running with Nathan with your body full of my come rather than just kibble." He sighed again and his shoulders slumped a little. My coffee cup on the saucer slid alarmingly close to the edge of the tray and he juggled to keep it upright. I rescued my cup under the pretense of getting another sip of coffee.

"That is precisely what I am talking about. Your lack of focus and self control. That short temper. The impulsiveness I can live with. It makes you fun and exciting, sometimes. Especially in bed. I do enjoy that now and then. But out there..." I gestured towards the monitor and the window outside. "You need to be focused. All of my ponies are champions or potential champions. Even if they do not win first place I am proud of my ponies because I know that they all went out and tried their best to win. My pets all try hard because one, they like being winners and two, because they love me and want to please me. And I love each and every one of you because of those traits."

The whole point of this exercise in punishment wasn't to just be cruel to him because he had hit me in the head with a rock. If I had just wanted to punish him for that I would have thrashed him with the cane and been done with it, leaving his cute tight little butt covered with welts that wouldn't fade away for a couple of days. I needed to get him to realize that he was no longer in the outside world, where mistakes were covered by a quick "Sorry" and forgotten. That his actions affected the whole group and not just himself. We were all a team here, despite the somewhat odd social dynamic.

I needed something to get under his skin. Then I hit on an idea that might work. It was risky, but it might just be the thing.

"The other night while we were eating outside I offered you your freedom. You got up from your seat and said, and I quote 'All that I am is yours, Master.' Do you remember that?"

He nodded.

"Do you regret turning down my offer? Do you want your freedom from me, Daniel?"

His eyes went wide again and he shook his head vehemently.

Staring into his eyes steadily I said "I told you that I would not give up on you, Daniel. And I also said that I would not sell you. But something has to give here. I cannot have you being a danger to my other ponies. I just can't, Daniel."

He sighed heavily and his eyes went to the floor.

"I may have to go back on my promise. I will not sell you to another Master. But if you cannot learn to control yourself then you will wake up on the side of the road somewhere miles away from here. I will just drop you and your things off in a safe place somewhere and walk away from you, Daniel."

He started and shook and an involuntary cry escaped his lips. Quickly, I reached down and rescued my plate of toast before it ended up on the floor.

"So here is what we will do, Daniel." I said, rising from my chair. "This is where you make your decision. The biggest decision of your life." I pointed to the wall that held all the pictures and trophies and ribbons my pets had won. "I want you to look at this wall. I want you to see what you and the others have accomplished here. I want you to see how proud I am of all of you. I want you to see what you can accomplish if you learn to apply yourself." I stepped over to the monitor hanging on the wall and swiveled it on it's bracket until it was facing him so he could see the others while they trained.

"And I want you to watch your brothers and sisters out there. They are working and training hard, trying to better themselves. Becoming a team. Becoming better than what they were before. Working hard so that they could be proud of themselves and more, making me proud of them."

"And there's one other thing I want you to look at." I strode to the corner where I had a full length mirror on a rolling stand. Wheeling it over, I placed it to one side and pointed it slightly down. Now there was no place to look except at the wall, the monitor or into the mirror at his own reflection.

"This is what this is all about, Daniel. Pride in yourself. Sure. I took you against your will. I kidnapped you and made you my slave. But you decided of your own free will that this is what you wanted. You decided to give yourself to me, body and soul. You decided that you wanted to work hard enough to be a champion. You decided."

"And now you have to decide again. Do you want to be a man, and a champion? Or a spoiled homeless brat on the side of the road?" Pointing at his reflection in the mirror I said "Look at yourself. Look at what you have become. See if you can see the proud pony that I have come to love and cherish. See if you can see the potential champion that I see whenever I look at you. See what I see, Daniel."

I pointed up to the clock. "It is now 10 am. You will stay right here, looking at this wall. Watching the monitor. Looking at yourself. For one hour. And you will not move from this spot. At 11 o'clock and not a second sooner, you will come find me and tell me your decision. I am leaving it entirely up to you."

I thought for a moment. "I will give you an easy way out after all, Daniel. If you decide to leave, you will wake up somewhere at least six hours away from here with no knowledge of how to get back and we will be done. If you decide to stay, you will bend over the end of my bed and take five swats with the cane. Once those are done your punishment will be over. You can go back to being one of my ponies again. Fair enough?" He nodded miserably.

"One hour, Daniel." And I left the room.

I spent most of the next hour eating a light lunch and trying to relax. I was hoping that he would make the right decision. I did not want to lose him. Daniel was bright and sweet and extremely hot and I didn't want to lose him in the arena or in my bed. But he alone had to decide whether to grow up and face life like a man or run and hide like a child. All I could do was wait.

As the clock struck precisely eleven, Daniel entered my room and walked to the end of my bed. The cane was waiting there, resting on the coverlet. Hesitantly, he picked it up and looked at it, turning it over in his hands. From the darkened corner where I sat I could see him shiver lightly. I could also see that his nipples were hard and his fine thick cock was twitching back and forth between excitement and trepidation. I'd moved his rug from the side of the bed to the end so he would have a place to kneel down that wasn't on the hardwood floor.

With a gentle sigh, Daniel went to his knees at he end of the bed and draped his body forward on the mattress with his knees slightly parted. Right before he lay his head down, he reached behind himself and laid the cane across his lower back. I just sat and watched for a few moments, enjoying the sight of him waiting there bravely for his punishment. His ribs moved as he tried to relax and control his breathing and I could see the muscles in his butt and legs tensing up and relaxing. Every now and then he would shiver again.

Wordlessly, silently, I rose from my chair and stalked across the room, my bare feet making no noise.

"You will count them out loud, of course." Startled, Daniel jumped and twitched. A small squeak escaped from his lips and the cane almost rolled off of his back. With an effort, he controlled himself and laid his head back down on the bed and said "Yes, Master."

The handle of the cane slid into my hand as I lifted it from his back. I didn't give him but a second to prepare for the first blow. As soon as I got a grip on the cane I lifted it and brought it down across his taut buttocks. The "smack!" echoed across the room followed immediately by a cry from Daniel. His hips pressed into the end of the mattress and the muscles in his ass tightened up and rippled as a thin red welt appeared across his ass cheeks.

"One, Master!" As soon as the words left his lips the cane was swishing back down again, laying another stripe just an inch below the first one. Another gasp and a cry and Daniels hands gripped the bedclothes in tight fists.

"Two, Master!" The third one came down just above the first, making parallel lines across his ass. He pressed himself even harder into the end of the bed and gasped "Oh god... oh, god... Three, Master!"

The fourth blow came below the others, just above the line of his thighs where his cheeks began to curve out so delightfully. It was a crime to deface such a fine perfect little ass, but it was a necessary lesson and the marks would fade in a day or two. His fists were threatening to tear the bedspread and his hips humped into the end of the bed as if it were a live body in front of him and not just a mattress.

"Oooohhh... Four, Master!"

The fifth and final blow came at a diagonal across the others, making an angry red tally mark across his bottom. Daniel arched his back and raised his head up, all of his muscles quivering in pain as the last echoes of the sharp smack echoed off the walls. His butt and hips moved even harder against the end of the bed.

"Five, Master! Oh! Oh god... Five, Master! Ooohh..."

Tossing the cane onto the bed, I knelt down behind the boy and gently ran my palm over his poor tortured bottom feeling the raised welts against my palm. He moaned and rolled his hips and moved against my palm, the muscles in his butt rippling and flexing under my touch. My other hand grabbed his hip and pulled him a little back from the bed and then slipped around to the front of his body. As I suspected, his movements weren't all from the pain. His thick beautiful prick was rock hard and it twitched and swelled up even more when my fingers closed around his shaft. Daniel moaned deep in his throat as I stroked him with one hand and rubbed the fire out in his poor striped bottom with the other.

It had been close to 48 hours since I had allowed him any sort of sexual release. And with the small amounts of the aphrodisiac drug in the kibble that my pets ate and the way I had kept him frustrated this whole time Daniel was ready to pop in a second. It didn't take long at all with me stroking him harder and harder for him to suddenly gasp and arch his back and cry out in pleasure this time, his hot sticky come dribbling down my fingers and onto the floor. I held him and stroked his fine prick while he shivered and moaned and finally laid his head back down on the bed, panting.

With a small smile of regret, I took my hand off of his prick and patted him gently on the back with my other hand.

"Wait right here, Daniel." I rose and went into the bathroom to wash his come off of my fingers. I got two wash cloths and wetted one with warm water and the other with cold. I laid the cold wash cloth across the stripes on his ass. At the touch there he took a quick breath and then sighed. While the cool sensation eased the fire on his butt I used the other cloth and cleaned off his prick and the mess on the floor. Then I helped him up onto the bed and laid him face down.

When I lay down next to him, Daniel snuggled up under my shoulder and lay his head on my chest, draping one arm across my body. I kissed the top of his head and said "You are a good boy, Daniel."

"I'm sorry I lost my temper and hit you, Master. I didn't mean it."

I petted him and said "Sssh... I know you didn't, Daniel. It was an accident. And it's over and done with now. We need not mention it again. It's past history." Daniel raised up on his elbow and look at me, one hand reaching up tenderly and touching my temple right below the small bandage covering my stitches. "Still," he said two fingers stroking my temple "You always said that you would never leave a permanent mark on one of us. And here I have put one on you. It's not right. There should never be a mark on this handsome face."