Jean Pierre Stallion
Jean Pierre had been pushing the capstan round now for months now building up his muscles and getting faster and faster. He'd seen other ponies taken to join the more experienced pony boys and been joined by other slaves some were English but the majority were French. There were too many French pony boys to be captured sailors but gagged as they were they couldn't tell him how they were captured. The whip was an ever present reminder that he would never be free. This day was different they didn't lead him to the capstan but over to join the experienced pony boys. They clipped a long rein to the bit gag and taking a long whip struck him across his butt cheeks, Jean Pierre realized that like a real horse he would start out being lunged.
"Ah all ready for the next part of your training. This is where you get you slave name which you must answer to at all times. Your name will be Frenchman's Sissy. They will train you to run races and you'd better win or we'll castrate you and send you to serve in the mines or sell you to the Harems in Moorish Africa."
OH GOD NO! Jean Pierre tried to plead with them but the gag only allowed him to make gurgling noises. He ran on praying for freedom and yet his cock grew harder or it would have if it wasn't confined.
"Free his cock only," Lord Michael said.
The grooms changed his restraint for one that crushed his balls almost into nothing, he whimpered and yet the need to be fucked was still there. His whimpers turned into moans of helpless arousal. His cock stuck out obscenely twitching and begging them to punish it. Lord Michael lashed it with his crop, Jean Pierre tried to move away but couldn't avoid another blow.
"You're my little pony and if you come without permission you'll regret it."
"He's on the verge now, Mi-lord," the groom holding him said.
"Oh dear, you couldn't hold it in could you?
He wanted to yell at them that precum didn't count but knew that they wouldn't care and anyway the gag would only allow indistinct gurgles to come out, grooms quickly fastened him down over a whipping block to be whipped for two hours. He cried out his pain and his need to have their cocks take his ass and mouth. After the beating they freed him and forced him to accept a strange stiff leather corset with a saddle coming out of the back, the saddle had a cock-like projection sticking up from it. His nipples appeared just above the top of the corset, he whimpered anew as the grooms teased his nipples and inserted iron rings. Now they attached stirrups to the rings. They started lunging him running round while they whipped his ass which only made him want them even more. Two hours later they changed the lunging rein for ordinary reins, and they sat down to eat lunch with Jean Pierre tethered to the back of Lord Michael's chair.
"Look at him drooling as he watches you eat, father," Lady Hortense said.
