Ponyboy
Originally posted by kiuwo at Ponyboy
Originally posted by kiuwo at Ponyboy
It's dawn and I'm already on my feet, helplessly stuck to the bars of the box where I get locked for the night. I'm starving. In short, Norah would come into the stable with her bucket of smoking mash, and I, on all fours, will dive into the bowl of my meal.
Yes, it is amazing how quickly I have accomodated myself to my new state.
I had heard Master Gordon say that once, while tapping my back with his crop.
When was it?.
Since they have operated me,implanting something in my ears, or maybe in my brain,I got confused sometimes.
I can't tell human words. They come in full distortion and are impossible to recognize. Only a few commands like "walk on" or "trot on", when spoken in a sharp voice, can seep in and make sense to me.
They must be microchips those devices in my head, who knows.
But it is ok with me now. Believe me, I'm fine. I have definitively dropped any attempt to strive with my animal destiny. I don't need more than those commands and the whip to be cued and do what I have to.
Only ..., well, it may happen in moments when I'm alone, in moments like these ones, it may happen that I end up hatching memories, recalling images and words.
Words. They come as from a distance with the image of a naked boy sitting on the lap of a man whose face I couldn't see .I feel my heart beating fast. And that's no good, no good for my concentration and my duties.
I wish I could stop them.
Is that boy me ? Me, an owned animal,that can sleep comfortably in a hay bed a few inches away from its own droppings?
That boy. I remember the first time I stepped into Ms Martha's place. I was a young lad, and though I was not virgin any more ( I had already had experiences with men ), I didn't know anything of the world I was going into.
Ms Martha was a Goddess to me. She was beautiful, she was cool, she was fantastic. And she was the boss.
So when she told me that she wanted me for the job, what else could I do ?
"We have a special clientele here. They're not into stalions, and don't like sissies either. You are handsome, you've kept your boyish attitude, you look perfect for them. Do you understand?"
Of course, I did, I'd always had a natural flair for attracting men of the kind, but to get hired out on a "do as you like with him" basis, was quite a different thing.
"We don't offer quick services here. It's not a whorehouse, mine. They will take what they've paid for, and you will do as told. No excuses. If what they like is to see you cum or crumble at their feet, you will cum or crumble...but, after all, I wonder, how can you resist the pounding of a good cock? That's why I like working with bitch-boys like you, you can't fake an orgasm, you really don't. Once you've got it inside, you are his. I do love that".
Bitch-boy. I had never heard that word before. "O you will learn it soon!". Ms Martha shuffled my hair and laughed at me "You're an easy one".
(to be continued)
Originally posted by kiuwo at Ponyboy
It's dawn and I'm already on my feet, helplessly stuck to the bars of the box where I get locked for the night. I'm starving. In short, Norah would come into the stable with her bucket of smoking mash, and I, on all fours, will dive into the bowl of my meal.
Yes, it is amazing how quickly I have accomodated myself to my new state.
I had heard Master Gordon say that once, while tapping my back with his crop.
When was it?.
Since they have operated me,implanting something in my ears, or maybe in my brain,I got confused sometimes.
I can't tell human words. They come in full distortion and are impossible to recognize. Only a few commands like "walk on" or "trot on", when spoken in a sharp voice, can seep in and make sense to me.
They must be microchips those devices in my head, who knows.
But it is ok with me now. Believe me, I'm fine. I have definitively dropped any attempt to strive with my animal destiny. I don't need more than those commands and the whip to be cued and do what I have to.
Only ..., well, it may happen in moments when I'm alone, in moments like these ones, it may happen that I end up hatching memories, recalling images and words.
Words. They come as from a distance with the image of a naked boy sitting on the lap of a man whose face I couldn't see .I feel my heart beating fast. And that's no good, no good for my concentration and my duties.
I wish I could stop them.
Is that boy me ? Me, an owned animal,that can sleep comfortably in a hay bed a few inches away from its own droppings?
That boy. I remember the first time I stepped into Ms Martha's place. I was a young lad, and though I was not virgin any more ( I had already had experiences with men ), I didn't know anything of the world I was going into.
Ms Martha was a Goddess to me. She was beautiful, she was cool, she was fantastic. And she was the boss.
So when she told me that she wanted me for the job, what else could I do ?
"We have a special clientele here. They're not into stalions, and don't like sissies either. You are handsome, you've kept your boyish attitude, you look perfect for them. Do you understand?"
Of course, I did, I'd always had a natural flair for attracting men of the kind, but to get hired out on a "do as you like with him" basis, was quite a different thing.
"We don't offer quick services here. It's not a whorehouse, mine. They will take what they've paid for, and you will do as told. No excuses. If what they like is to see you cum or crumble at their feet, you will cum or crumble...but, after all, I wonder, how can you resist the pounding of a good cock? That's why I like working with bitch-boys like you, you can't fake an orgasm, you really don't. Once you've got it inside, you are his. I do love that".
Bitch-boy. I had never heard that word before. "O you will learn it soon!". Ms Martha shuffled my hair and laughed at me "You're an easy one".
(to be continued)