Steeds, Fillies And Love

He looked down at Marie's plump tits and narrow flat belly with a small brown puff at her crotch and then darted a glance at Michelle's near identical body. They both belonged to him. They stretched and inhaled daring him to touch their magnificent bodies and tantalizing nipples. Then they bobbed their firm tight butts and languidly swayed their shoulders. Their long loose hair flowed sensually caressing their arms and back. Briefly the brilliant white teeth showed crunching into the hard blue rubber strapped into her jaws.

Oh, to have those teeth in his pubic hair softly chewing the base of his rigid staff!

Swansea thrusted his hips in reply, rolled his black eyes and flexed his heels up and down. He would teach their worthless slut souls! In the next practice heat he would have them chasing him harder than ever and their owners would insist they pay proper respect on their knees with their wide-open mouths. And someday he would jump their bones until they screamed!

Which was exactly what the Grha and the fillies wanted.

Chapter 5.02 Equipment

Padded steel rings circled his wrists and locked them behind. He might never see his hands free again or in front of his stomach and available to touch his genitalia. A furred leather collar circled his throat with a leash often extended from the collar to a hook, three-fingered hand, hitching post or steel ring.

During trotting classes he had metal rings above each knee. Grha stable hands watched him practice by himself or with a carriage in tow. If he broke stride or did not lift a knee high enough or straight, an electric charge was triggered in the offending knee band. In time he kept his knees up high enough and consistently.

Permanent metal clips or electrodes pierced his nipples and the bottom of his prick. When hitched wires led to the carriage behind where a small Grha sport gripped the controls. A left turn was signaled by an electric jolt to his left nipple. His right nipple indicated a right turn. A signal to his cock said "faster". A simultaneous zap to all meant "stop". Swansea learned very quickly these simple commands. He did not like the new jewelry at all but slowly amazement sunk in because of how his resilient body managed to respond despite the pain and gradually accepted it as normal.

When he ran he was always with his team of Marie and Michelle who were linked as a duo behind his rump. Though many yokes could be used, Ty Mytar preferred a lower yoke. Swansea also experienced an upper yoke and a combination of the two as the team was evaluated for their most effective performance characteristics. With his superior upper muscles Swansea worked very well when wearing an upper yoke but his fillies often stumbled unable to keep up with his strength.

A lower yoke for a filly is a much simpler affair than with a steed. In essence, it consists of a padded leather strap between her thighs tied to a belt. Her hands are bound to the back of the lower yoke. A carriage pole is connected to either her wrists/yoke connection and/or the pole is run through her thighs and hung from her wrists and her crotch.

For Swansea his cock got in the way of a typical yoke. It could have been constrained under the yoke but that risked damage and might have hindered sexual energies during the race. Instead of being a solid swatch over his crotch, his yoke split into two strips that ran to either side of his cock and balls.

After four weeks Swansea and his filly friends graduated to a new level. Swansea's hair had been long as was the style in western Amerash but it had only begun to grow to match the generous length of his fillies. As he had feared the Grha stable hands locked platform heels onto his feet. They started him on a near eight-centimeter height. They let him walk slowly for three cycles around the track before putting the silently giggling Marie and Michelle behind his ass for a slow run around the track again. He wore them continually except for veterinary checks for a week.

Then they added another four centimeters to his heel and let him try spikes, pumps and high-heeled sandals. Frilly thigh high stockings came about the same time and cosmetics. Indeed except for a lack of tits he resembled Marie and Michelle greatly.

About then Ty Mytar discovered priapric drugs. Apparently Swansea's erection improved their racing time especially when the fillies sat in front of him and closely scrutinized and sniffed his erection tenting his dress/tunic just before the race. With their mouths gagged, they could only bob their feminine little noses nearby and whimper. Swansea did not appreciate their flirting and yearned closer contact. The Grha had to hold him back.

Once in their harness the fillies initially barely behaved and rarely stayed in form. It took several days to teach them proper restraint and the ability to put off instant gratification until after their practice contest.

Chapter 6.01 Groenlund

Swansea debuted in a Grha domed stadium in Groenlund in a short 0.5 kilometer race. Humans had rarely visited this far north even during the great days of the past. Formerly the ice and the cold had hindered humans. Now Grha absolutely forbid humans above Boothia much less northern Groenlund. He would compete against filly teams of four wearing four centimeter pumps with a pure Grha audience to cheer with their nasal chants.

Ty Mytar inspected his new team personally. His curious hand squeezed Swansea's throbbing erection through the silky fabric of his panties. "How odd your kind. What value does this give? It seems a waste. Still perhaps it will be good for the racing game. We will see."

Swansea squirmed, uncomfortable with this impersonal intimacy. Grha constantly held his prick these days, fascinated by its strangeness.

Fifty or more Grha hands caressed his prick and checked his inner thighs and haunches during the mandatory pre-race inspections. As taught he kept his thighs open and his back straight. Michelle and Marie, already aroused, whined as the same Grha checked to see if they owned cocks too.

With relief the pre-race formalities ended and the small Grha sport known as Potar approached gently massaging each of their breasts and cooing meaningless noises into their ears to calm them. Then he personally checked their harnesses under their dresses not wanting an accident. Marie and Michelle sighed happily knowing his touch and respecting how he cared as he adjusted their panties and their hems. Swansea had mixed emotions. He did not like sharing their breasts so resented Potar's hand as it cupped his balls making sure nothing pinched. Still when Potar pulled his yoke tighter, stuffed cock and balls within his panties and then straightened them, he tingled in a strange anticipatory appreciation despite how he hated the Grha's hand and its freedom to touch his fillies' tits and then dare touch his own tools.

Ten teams stood at the ready in their separate pole positions. With side blinders in place, Swansea's team advanced to their number three post-place without seeing their beautiful competition. Swansea could see down or forward and little to either side. In the chase of the race, he had to depend on his Grha driver to aim him into gaps and keep him trotting where he was supposed to go.

Swansea stared straight ahead, unmoving with his total mental concentration fixed on the cold electrode fixed near his cock. It made a complete connection between two points a centimeter distant from each other at the base of his cock. It ensured a single flash of a buzz like sensation in a small, highly focused region, easy to interpret and identify.

Go! His cock jerked suddenly, the gate swung open. Time to trot!

Immediately Swansea began to move. Each knee rose and fell in an alternate rhythm with the other. Carefully and with worry he watched them perform remembering the pain of training. Failure to trot right would mean disqualification and Ty Mytar would be forced to reconsider whether Michelle or Marie would be available for him.

His pace became an automatic methodical thing. Up, down, up, down and so on. Potar twitched his left nipple and he synchronized his steps slightly to the left adjusting to the gentle curve of the track. Occasionally Swansea observed the back of a carriage with a Grha managing its team of fillies. As he passed a rival team, he momentarily observed a flash of bright clothing and long streaming hair of an enthusiastic American Slut or the full billowing yellow locks of a Norwegian Maid keen on winning. The other fillies sometimes passed and sometimes were overtaken allowing brief glimpses of their feminine flesh and heaving boobs.

It seemed forever before the bell lap sounded. Potar immediately added extra shock juice to Swansea's stiff cock making him sweat and fly. Behind him he heard Michelle and Marie gasp and strain as their soft pussies received the same ungentle reminders of extreme haste. Swansea pulled the fillies ever faster by their common yoke as their knees relentlessly pounded up and down. A whip sparked across his shoulders urging him on. A savage cry vibrated his sore, dry throat and failed to move his ball gag. Faster! Faster! FASTER!

Then it ended and Potar shocked all of their nipples and crotches. The team shuddered to a halt. With the contest done errors in trotting pace were allowed. Still Swansea and his fillies maintained the regular trot rate not even recognizing that they did so. They circled slowly, cooling. Stable hands covered their shoulders with warm brown hair blankets woven from past generations of Quebeckers. The blankets drooped down past their crotches but did not conceal or impede their fine legs.

Gradually their shuddering breath calmed. Grha hands rubbed fragrant oil and anti-inflammatories into their calves and thighs easing the beginning cramps. Mild fruit juices laced with electrolytes were squeezed through their ball gags making them swallow. A Grha wiped away excess leakage from their lips.

A handler clipped a standard leather neck leash to the still tired Swansea surprising him. The handler instructed him to halt and stand with a sharp tug. His head jerked in indecision and resistance that rose from fatigue. A Grha stroked his belly and breasts. Recognizing the familiar touch Swansea relaxed and nervously obeyed his leash and the grim hand that held it. In front of him the winning team of superb Norwegian Maids proudly paraded in front of the nine losers to be honored with bright yellow flower necklaces and a dazzling crimson crystalline amulet to hang from their lily white throats. Tears gently flowed from their soft happy blue eyes as did drool from their gags. Their strapped loose green robes lay plastered to their tits, hips and bellies from their race sweat.

To Swansea's surprise his stable hand pulled him forward next. Meekly and proudly he trotted up to the winner's circle to receive a wonderful necklace of blue flowers and matching gem amulet around his throat for finishing second place. He could feel his erection strain even harder within his soaked panties. His fillies shook their common yoking poles under his sensitive balls as they too trembled with excitement and happiness.

His Grha tugged him away and led his team of fillies off to a subterranean tunnel entrance down where the stalls were. They trotted along with their vision narrowly focused. Swansea concentrated on his neck leash. His fillies gazed with wonder at his muscular behind as it pumped and pulled their twin yokes.

A section of the small warm up circle had been prepped for them. Stable hands unhooked them from the carriage and removed the hard yokes, harnesses and blinders.

Marie nervously paced in her high-heels. Potar hummed and fondled her breasts trying to calm her wild animation He kept her on a short leash, close to his right hand.

Michelle frowned and fought on her leash. A stable hand reached under her dress and roughly pulled her panties to her knees. Squirming desperately she needed two sets of hands on her leash to restrain her from attacking Swansea.

Meanwhile Swansea stood still as stable hands lifted his dress and yanked off his panties too. His erect dick spoke for his true feelings on the matter. A Grha kept his leash taut.

The fillies were really struggling and the Grha decided to let go and not bother removing gags, shoes, stockings or dresses. Once the leashes dropped the fillies jumped Swansea kicking him to the ground and the filly asses bumped each other and fought over his crotch. Eventually Michelle succeeded and had Swansea's engorged dick slip up into her cunt. She squatted on his belly, knees to either side of his waist and her dress sprawled over their union with her red lips pressed tightly to her red ball gag. She commenced to pump her hips.

Marie, annoyed at losing access to a hard dick, pouted to the left side. She rose and stepped over Swansea's face and squatted with her knees straddling his chest. He watched her descend fascinated by the shadows of her dress and the mystery reeking above him. Marie sat on his face and commenced to rub her pussy on him. Her dress covered his head and eyes.

The fillies changed places several times until collapsing on top of Swansea. Marie's bare bottom protruded from under her dress with a limp prick caught between her thighs. Michelle cuddled against her sister from the opposite direction. Her dress still covered the snoring Swansea's face.

Stable hands lifted them free of each other, patting rumps and cheeks until they lazily opened their eyes and stood on their own. The Grha shook their heads in wonderment while stripping them. They sprayed them down with disinfectant scented water, scrubbed and massaged tender muscles and coaxed them to their stalls for the night.

Heated ankle packs and knee pads were added to sooth overworked ligaments and flesh. Swansea blinked, content and weary as his neck leash was snapped in place to a massive hook.

Potar, ever vigilant and loving, patted his rump and whispered kind words on his performance and added in Amerash: "Rest now, tomorrow there is another race."

Swansea lazily blinked and his eyes closed in delicious sleep.

Chapter 6.02 Spikes

The next morning dawned. The stable lit with incandescent light.

Grha hands grabbed Swansea and the fillies by their leashes and tugged them forward where a simple cotton panty brief and sports bra were put on them. A yoke pressed intimately against their bottoms where Grha hands secured the yoke to their harness. Then they were led to the tiny exercise circle where a small carriage was attached to their lower yoke harnesses. They trotted slowly around the circle warming up and stretching sore muscles and tendons, feeling the firm yoke between their thighs. Then it was time to be restalled and panties removed for toilet duties. Stable hands fed them breakfast at the same time and permitted soft small talk.

Once recleaned and refreshed, Swansea and his fillies were repantied with the same white briefs and directed to the makeover stool. There they knelt side by side while a wooden board was clamped around their necks and locked in place. A nose clamp squeezed their nostrils shut so that their mouths could be safely opened and a jaw bar inserted. This prevented them from closing their mouths and kept them wide exposing bright white teeth and a red dancing tongue.

Grha hands jumped into work. They polished teeth and cleaned between them. Antiseptic mouthwash was sprayed within the mouth cavity, then rinsed and then repeated. Lipstick was applied. The eyes sparkled with glitter and mascara. Powder and blush accented the fine facial features. Extraneous hairs were plucked and their hair washed and primped into luxurious waves.

Below their headboard rouge and powder were lightly dusted over tits and crotch. Electrodes were inspected and replaced if necessary. Deodorant was applied under arms.

Other experts examined finger and toe nails and then painted them garish shades of red and violet.

They took a ten-minute break once the Grha finished grooming thus letting everything dry. Swansea and the fillies dared not move even if they could have done so. They still knelt on their haunches and knees with their mouths popped open and their hands crossed behind them. Their eyes moved from side to side trying to see where their groomers were.

Potar came over and examined them for imperfections. He instructed the groomers to do a few changes that were completed immediately. Swansea and the fillies blinked and ahhed unable to see how gorgeous they were.

Grha yanked the jaw bar out and unpinched the noses. While the fillies and Swansea savored the relative freedom, smacking lips and swallowing, the old gags (previously left around their necks) were picked up and inserted again. No time for chatter on race day.

Up again they followed their leashes to the dressing area where freshly laundered clothing would be donned. Each received identical garb except for size differences: A fancy full blue bra, light blue bikini panties, cerulean dress with dark blue stripes, light blue with dots thigh high stockings and dark blue ten centimeter spike heels. Running shoes were made of the finest welded stainless steels especially designed to fit each individual foot. They never break and are strapped on to prevent slippage.

After that they were led upstairs to an inspection chamber for the next race. It would be an early heat for the 100 meter dash. Winners would be rested and retested until the finals. Grha patrons bet on the heats as well as the finals without distinction.

Potar moved their ankles 300 centimeters apart and leashed their necks to a ceiling rod with Swansea flanked by Marie and Michelle. He briefly reassured them and rubbed their rumps.

A handler poked a three-fingered hand under Swansea's hem and lowered his panties exposing his soft prick and balls. A needle injected a drug to stiffen him. His cock blossomed into a rigid seven inches. The hem dropped to cover.

The gamblers arrived. Swansea tried to relax like his fillies as countless hands explored under his dress and scrutinized his legs. By the time Potar checked his panties and harness, it felt real good to be so closely supervised.

Spike heels are difficult to walk in, much less run or trot. Swansea trotted but slowly compared to the three teams that placed in front of the pack. There would be no more racing for the day. They descended to their stalls and no sex.

Standing nude in their stalls, the fillies kept glancing over with sorrowful eyes at his unrepentant full erection. He hated their flirting. He despised losing.

Chapter 6.03 Last Fling in Groenlund

The next day dawned. Today was the grand finale followed by two days of rest and travel.

As was the custom Swansea and his fillies did not know until the morning when Potar advised them of a race. Later they realized, with blissful relief, that the shoe would be a platform heel of eight centimeters, much easier to trot in.

After a grueling 1.5 kilometers race, Swansea and his fillies trotted along behind a stable hand's steady lead to the winner's circle. His heart and cock pounding, Swansea trotted obediently behind his leash down the ramp to the exercise circle where his fillies ravished and assaulted him, unable again to even wait to remove their dresses and gags.

Chapter 6.04 Travel

The Grha seized Marie's leash and yanked her up. Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, she meekly rose and jerked along after her holder. Michelle whined but did not hesitate in her turn. Swansea grunted as a Grha pulled him to his platform heels. He trotted off to the showers, massage and stripping.

Squeaky clean and scrubbed a stable hand slipped a dense black hood over his head. His ball gag protruded prominently. Numerous tiny slits peppered the nose area to allow ample breathing. He gulped, uncertain but knowing from past experience that he and his fillies would be loaded soon and be leaving to an unknown destination above the Arctic Circle. He had never seen it but knew its snug and sparse compartment. There he would listen to the hum and grumble of an engine as it sang a lullaby.