Introductions
Pony hung in the darkness, as he always did. He could smell them coming. Six he thought, not counting the Troll. He heard their muffled footsteps, silently counting them. Yes, six. And they were skyclad just as he was. No clothing could be worn in this room.
The door creaked open, and the Troll spoke.
"As you all know, you will not be riding the horses in the stable that we just passed. They are for show, in case your husbands or boyfriends come snooping around. Or the IRS for that matter. Not that those horses go unridden. I still give orthodox riding lessons to wannabe cowboys and Liz Taylor types who like to feel a massive animal bucking against their cooz in lieu of a controllable male companion. But I am about to teach you how to capture, ride and train just that, a controllable male companion.
"This is the horse you will be riding," she said, turning on the barn lights.
Pony heard the expected gasps as they beheld his naked body for the first time. He was strapped in a defenseless position against the wall, bound by leather wrists and ankle bracelets and a headband that buckled into the wall.
"He's so beautiful," said a pleasant voice. "Where did you find him? Why do you keep him in the dark?"
"The dark doesn't bother Pony any. He's as blind as a bat. He told me he got that way from drinking a pint of wood alcohol. I found him huddled under a highway overpass and brought him home. That's why he calls me the Troll, because of where I found him. That as well as this face of mind," she said, running her fingers up and down the scars of her ruined right cheek. "Pony can't see you but he can feel texture and contours of your skin with those sensitive fingers of his. I got these particular scars from an angry boyfriend, trying to find a few new uses for the hydrosulphuric acid I had stored around the house. Needless to say, he wasn't exactly the controllable type. You have to choose the right one, and I made a bad choice."
"The beautiful thing about Pony is that he cannot see you, can never betray you or blackmail you. He finds all women beautiful and would never hurt you."
"Doesn't he have a home, a family? Won't someone miss him?" a melodious voice asked.
"If he has a past, Pony never speaks of it, the Troll said. And I've asked plenty. Whatever it was, he doesn't want to go back to it. He gets almost cataleptic when I press him about it. So I've learned not to ask."
"Can we touch him? He is so beautiful."
"Of course. You're going to do a lot more to him than just touch him," the Troll laughed.
Test Drives
The six stepped into the room then. Pony could just make out the blurs that were their naked bodies as they approached him and gathered around him. One reached out and grabbed his swollen, throbbing penis, barely able to close her fingers around its girth. She pumped him a little up and down.
"Is it OK if I taste him?" she asked the Troll.
"Knock yourself out."
The woman closed her mouth around Pony's cock. She bent it down and knelt to give herself better access to his aching balls, which she took in her hands as her mouth plunged deeper on him, taking in six inches, then eight, but never quite the full ten. She sucked him hard, running her fingers around his buttocks and the rock-hard muscles of his mammoth thighs, pulling his strapped body closer to her eager mouth, which she now plunged up to nine inches onto his throbbing, aching cock.
She released him and batted his cock sideways, watching it swing back and forth in front of her eyes like a ten-inch metronome. "How do you get him like this?" she asked the Troll.
"As I told you earlier, I am a biochemist. I slipped him a little Mickey. You have heard about the famous four-hour Viagra erection? Think twelve hours. Or until I give him the antidote that makes him able to come."
"So I could have just kept going on him?"
"Mmm hum," answered the Troll.
"He tasted like ginger. Does he always taste like that?"
"I put a little flavoring on him. Most people like ginger. But I have twelve different flavors. Want to try another?"
"No, just asking," said the woman, rising from her knees.
"Who wants to go next?" asked the Troll.
An older woman stepped forward, her mouth reaching the tip of Pony's throbbing cock. She wrapped her lips around the edge of his helmet as she ran her hands over his rock-hard thighs, his abs, his pecs, and then down across his biceps, still strapped against the wall. She briefly disengaged her mouth from the giant's cock to rub her hand across his broad chest and ask the Troll, "How do you keep him so big?"
"Oh, I work him pretty hard every day. And I keep him pretty hungry all day. There is almost, no let me rephrase that, there is nothing that Pony wouldn't do to get a miniature Snickers treat when he's as hungry as he is right now. So you could say he is fueled by the power of chocolate.
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"Is there anybody who hasn't gone yet?"
The assembled crowd of naked hopeful equestrians forced the small one from their circle (the one Pony had decided to call Angel based on the sound of her voice) and forced her to walk up to Pony.
"I'm kinda scared," Angel said in a trembling voice. "I've never even been in a room with a naked man before, much less being naked myself. Hell, I've never even been kissed by a man, and here I am, a 25-year-old virgin offering myself to King Kong. What happens if he breaks out of those things and comes after us?"
"Those restraints are just for show, to make our new customers feel safe and relaxed around him," said the Troll. "Pony could break out of here anytime he wanted, pick me up with one hand, throw me through the window and half the way over to the stable, and then just walk out of here. This is his home. This is where he stays. The outside world holds no attraction for Pony, and I am his love. Show them, Pony."
Pony grinned and pulled the wrist bracelets clean out of the barn wall. He used his free hands to undo the constraints holding his forehead, neck and ankles against the wall, took a step in Angel's direction, and rose to attention, his 6'8" muscular body towering over her. He could hear the rapid beating of her frightened rabbit heart.
"Go ahead and touch him, the Troll said. "Feel him, imagine his power inside you, making you his, capturing your soul even as you capture his."
Angel walked up to Pony and extended her arm out to touch the inside of Pony's thigh, which just enflamed Pony's passions above their already frenzied state. But Pony knew better than to move. He was hungry and must serve the women in any way they asked if he wanted to get that hunger appeased. Along with the sexual hunger produced by the Troll's ever more effective potions.
Angel ran her fingers up and down Pony's sides and chest. Her boobs covered his cock and balls as she stretched her arms around Pony's waist to grab his hard buttocks, to pull him closer against her. She began to sway to the soft music from an imaginary radio, rubbing Pony's cock with the sides of her breasts, now in an altered state of consciousness.
"Take him in your mouth," the Troll commanded. "Taste him."
"But it's not right, that's where he pees."
"We have all been cleansed and tested dear, inside and out," the Troll told her. "There in no danger. Plus, I put mint on it right after Suzy finished with him. That's your favorite flavor; it says so right here on your questionnaire."
Angel never could resist mint. She grabbed the giant's massive cock and began licking the throbbing veins on the underside. Uhmmm, spearmint even!
"If you want to drive him crazy, lick him around the underside of the helmet. It will torture him."
"Won't it make him come?" Angel asked.
"He's not coming, until I give him this antidote, the Troll said, holding up a beaker filled with a fluorescent green liquid. "Work him a little. Let him show you what he's got."
Angel stretched her little mouth around Pony's rod, barely able to take its thickness inside her. Pony smiled at that and drove his shaft slowly toward her throat, holding her head as he slid back and forth and deeper and deeper into her gagging mouth. Pony moved faster and faster but could not unload the quart of jism that his balls screamed at him to expel.
Finally, the Troll intervened. "How about that first kiss now?"
Angel reluctantly pulled her head off of the giant's pulsating tool. "What the hell was that I just did?" the ingénue asked.
"No, I meant a deep romantic kiss such as those that grace the covers of the romance novels in the supermarket checkout aisle. First kisses are usually innocent and do not involve the ingestion of genital organs."
"OK, what ever floats your boat, lady, but my innocence may have just been surrendered about three and a half minutes ago."
"We never really lose our innocence, dear. We always have it hidden away somewhere," the Troll told. "OK Pony, give her the full Fabio. There'll be a Milk Dud in it for you."
That thought got Pony's stomach grumbling. He grabbed Angel by her armpits and lifted her clean off the floor. Losing the support of gravity, Angel had to throw her arms around Pony's flowing golden mane and neck. The lower part of her body still felt unsupported, but Pony rescued her by depositing her virgin cunt right on top of his ten-inch pylon.
Their lips meet, and he kissed her passionately and she did her best to give as good as she got. Nevertheless, Pony had to open her mouth with his tongue before they were fully exploring every nook and cranny of their respective oral cavities with their lingual apparatus. Angel combed Pony's curly golden locks with her fingers, and for his part, Pony grabbed Angel's buttocks, lifted her into the air, and began to slide his massive cock around and around the lips of her trembling cunt. He was about to impale her when he heard the Troll cry out below him.
"Save that. We don't initiate her now. It must be perfect!"
Pony obeyed, but increased the speed at which he moved his aching cock around and around the hood of her vulva and then moved it back and forth on her erect hungry clit at a faster and faster pace until she arched her naked back and cried out in pleasure, threw her arms around Pony, and began to cry with happiness.
Pony gently lowered her to the floor, and the Troll helped her steady her trembling legs. "Was that a good first kiss?" Angel asked her instructor.
"Honey, that was a great first kiss. I can't imagine that any woman in the world wouldn't want to trade her first kiss in for yours.
"And for you, big guy," the Troll said, "nice work." She lofted a Milk Dud in Pony's direction, which he captured in his mouth with the deftness of a harbor seal, eyes or no eyes.
The First Lesson
