Ponyboy 11

Things started to get difficult for me a month after the Amos' wedding:

Master Mondragón was gone all week and left my owner in charge of the ranch. The first month Master Evaristo had kept us busy teaching my owner techniques to ride me, but after that month Master Jean was already an expert rider and there wasn't much left to train.

The discipline with which I had been trained before being given as a gift had been extraordinary. I was close to knowing myself as a pony and understanding that my role in life was to behave like the animal I was... but Master Jean would interrupt my training, take me on idle rides through the countryside, and not allow me to follow the routine I was accustomed to. Finally, as an animal owned by my owner, I simply accepted my new condition and served my Master as deserved.

I spent long hours in the field with his cock deep in my throat, until the day he, tired of using my mouth, turned offering me his dark, round, and hairy ass on all fours like a horny bitch.

"I want you to lick my ass," he ordered. Without thinking twice, I got on all fours behind him and plunged my head into that wonderful cave of flesh and hair.

I had never licked an ass in my life. Some years ago, I would have outright refused, but an animal obeys the whims of its Master, so I dedicated myself to licking my Master's marvelous ass with respect and a fair amount of excitement.

"Put your tongue in my asshole," he ordered and I obeyed, venturing into that dangerous territory with the fear of encroaching on a place that the Master had said belonged only to him.

Jean moaned, exhaling with force as he pushed his ass towards my face gently and masturbated with one hand - "you have a delicious tongue, Ponyboy," he said, "fuck me deeper with it, give me tongue Ponyboy... give me tongue... so good," he said as he increased the pace of his hand until a bunch of cum shot out from his huge tight cock.

He sat on the grass exhausted and pulled on my beard to clean his cock with my mouth - "my husband should give me the key to your chastity," he said, caressing my captive cock with his foot, "I bet it's big and delicious," he added. I said nothing, after all, I was just an animal listening to the dirty confessions of his Master.

That tongue scene repeated itself every day. He asked me to stick my fingers in him but I neighed nervously and refused. Master Jean gave me a hard slap with his hand - "you are my animal, if I tell you to do something, you obey me!" he yelled, not letting go of my beard with one hand and looking me firmly in the eyes while repeating the slap several times - "you have to obey me, understood!" But those blows did not make me falter in my decision, horses don't have fingers, and besides, that ass belonged to everyone's owner, even Master Jean's.

He didn't insist on me fingering him anymore, but he stopped riding me. He would lead me by the reins as...