Stallions in the Corral · Part 1

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Several weeks ago when my husband of 30 + years, Techster and his best friend, Jerry, gave Jerry's wife, Jenine and I a chance to be ponygirls for a day I promised him that I would find a way for him to be my ponyboy. The perfect opportunity appeared about a month later when Jerry and Jenine invited us go 'Natural camping' with them on a remote part of their 700 acre ranch. The area where we would go camping was heavily wooded with no apparent path to the 2-acre clearing that we would use as a campsite. Techster was excited about his being a pony, his first remark when I told him was, "I enjoyed working you as a ponygirl, now it is your turn. I'll be your ponyboy."

I planned to use him as my draft ponyboy. I would use one of several old rock climbing harness that I had purchased at a yard sale (with something kinky in mind). I had the local shoe repair stitch a wide workbelt to the back and sides as his draft tack. This would be where the ropes that were used for pulling a load or a cart would be attached. I also had the shoe repair stitch a pair of locking wrist cuffs to each side of the draft belt. Next I took a pair of his old workboots, took out the removable inner sole and pop riveted a medium sized pony shoe on each foot. To give him more pulling power I made a wooden 3-inch tall heel and using industrial marine epoxy bonded the heels to each boot.

Back at home I cut the lower or seat straps short and using my own sewing machine stitched a piece of seatbelt webbing an adjusting buckle onto the harness. Then I riveted a large steel ring on the end that was to go through the buckle. Techster's cock and balls were to go through the ring. I bent the seat straps in the back of the harness over and riveted the rings of two small chain dog collars onto the straps. These chains would go through the ring that held his cock and balls and keeps the harness from riding up. They would also permit him to answer the "call of nature" with no problems. I modified a training gag with a piece of dowel as a bit. I went into our "toy box" and got out a pair of locking leather ankle cuffs along with 8 keyed-alike small padlocks.

Jenine called to confirm our arrival time and told her of my plans. "That's great! I'll make a set of gear for Jerry. We need to use the horses to widen and clear the path to the pond." I said as I planned, "What we really need is a corral."

Jenine perked and offered, "Let's make an electronic corral. I've got one of the electronic fences we were going to use to control Jerry's brother's Rotweillers. We never used it. It runs on a battery and has 2 heavy duty shockers that go off when one gets too close to the electronic fence."

I listened eagerly: the electronic fence idea seemed like the best way to control our ponies. "How big are the shockers?"

"They measure 2-inches by 2-inches by 1 inch thick. They use a small 6-volt camera battery. If they'll stop a pissed off Rotweiller I feel certain they'll stop a ponyboy." Jenine explained. "I think I'll modify a ball stretcher to hold the shocker. That should result in maximum control!" she laughed.

"Can you make one for Techster?" I pleaded.

"Of course, see you Friday night." Jenine said as she hung up. I quickly finished the work on Techster's tack and neatly packaged everything inside the bags that held our sleeping bag and tent.

At lunch on Thursday I went to a shop that catered to "horsey" clients and bought a set of new leather reins, a small riding crop and a buggy whip with a long handle. I wanted the ponyboy games to be a complete surprise so I hid the crop and the whip in the bag that held the poles and stakes for our tent. I also hid a small toy bag in the watertight container that held the dry food and spices. This bag contained a small vibrator, a butt plug type pony tail and a clit clip with long small silver chains and crystal jewels on it. Being that Techster was going to spend a weekend in harness (nude) I added a bottle of spf 45 lotion.

Lastly (after packing supplies and food) I had Techster get his axe, hatchet, machete, small chainsaw and a gallon of fuel."I gather we're going to do a major project at the campsite?" He asked.

"Yep, we're finally going to clear a path to the little spring fed pond near the campsite." I explained, continuing, "The woods are so dense Jenine and I thought we might have you and Jerry clear out a sunbathing spot for us."

"Sounds great!" Techster agreed with visions of two nude women sunbathing in the middle of the woods.

Techster was so eager he had the car loaded before I got home from work. "Everything is here, saw, axe, hatchet, machette and fuel. The food is iced down. The tent, poles, sleeping bag and clothes are on board. What a load! We're going to need a draft horse to pull this stuff the mile through the woods."

I didn't have the heart to tell him that he was going to be the "draft pony".

When we reached the farm Techster took our 4-wheel drive car as far into the woods as he dared. "Now all we have to do is to wait for Jenine and Jerry and the horse."

"This weekend you and Jerry are the ponies!" I announced.

"Well, I enjoyed you as a ponygirl I hope you have as much fun." he agreed and asked, "OK, let's beat them to the campsite, where is my gear?"

"You loaded it into the car." I explained, "Your pony boots are inside the sleeping bag, your pony draft harness and bridle are rolled up inside the tent and your inspiration is in among the tent poles."

"INSPIRATION?"

"Yep, the whip and riding crop. To help you find that extra strength, just like you did to a certain ponygirl when she was struggling getting the cart up a hill." I explained.

Techster began disrobing quickly shed his shirt, shorts and sandals. "Shall I make a travois or do we have a cart?"

"Travois?" I asked.

"Yeah, you know two poles with crossbraces that the load was placed on. Dogs, people and horse used to pull them for the plains Indians."

"We don't have a cart so it will have to be a travois." I agreed. "How fast can we make one?"

"It will take both of us working together about 5 minutes." Techster explained, "I'd love to beat Jerry and Jenine to the campsite. For a change."

Techster seized the axe and quickly cut 2 X 10-foot long saplings and several smaller trees. Using the machette he removed all of the smaller limbs and laid everything out in front of me. He tossed me a coil of small nylon rope. "Here tie everything together so it forms sort of a triangle and the narrow ends are this far apart."

He turned his back to me and put both of the ends by his waist. I tied a short piece of the rope around the top and bottom crossbars to keep everything in place. Then I dug through our tent and sleeping bag and got out his harness and boots. I passed Techster a pair of thick hiking boot socks, "Here, you'll need these."

He quickly put the socks on his feet as I passed him the boots. Techster looked at the boots each with a pony shoe and the tall heel and remarked, "Great Job I'll pull better with these on." He slid on the boots and laced them up with a smile.

"Next." I said as I held up the harness.

Techster slid on the harness and dropped his wrists. He stood there submissively as I buckled and locked his wrists by his side. Then I slid the ring over his balls, cock, tightened and locked the butt chains. Finally I put the bit in his mouth, buckled the bridle took the reins and gave him a playful swat on the butt.

"Back up so I can fasten and load the travois."

I tied the upper end of the travois to the "D" rings on his draft belt. To stiffen the rig up I added 4 more cross-braces, laid a 3 foot square piece of plywood over the assembly, then a thick piece of canvass. I stacked the cooler, chainsaw, fuel, tent, ground cloth, cooking utensils and tied everything down under a thick blanket.

I took the buggy whip and reins in hand and ordered, "Ok my ponyboy, pull, on to the campsite."

The load was probably about 250 pounds (120 kg) and Techster had trouble getting the load moving.

"Inspiration time" I shouted as I crossed his back and butt with sharp stings of the buggy whip. Being duly "inspired" Techster found the strength and with a lot of effort got the load moving.

"Faster, faster!" I ordered following the orders with lashes of the whip. Sweat rolled down Techster's body as he dragged the load forward breaking small brush and saplings as he went.

After about 30 minutes we arrived in camp. I took a small piece of the nylon rope and tied a hangman's noose. I slid the noose over his balls, tightened the loop and tied it to a nearby tree. "After all I don't want my prize stallion wandering off while I set up camp." I laid the ground cloth and set the tent up, then set up the cook gear on our folding camp table and lit the campfire. The petrol fired camp lantern was pumped and lit. It illuminated a 50 foot circle when hung on the lower limb of a sapling.

It was nearly dark when Jerry and Jenine made it to camp. Jerry was nude and wearing a harness. The big difference in the harness was that Jerry's hands were cuffed in front of him with a small chain locked around his balls and cock whereas Techster's hands were in leather locking wrist cuffs by his side. Jerry was pulling a modified garden cart with large wheels. The cart was pulled by long poles made from pipes. These pipes were attached where the handle was originally located.

Jenine passed me the other ball stretcher and a remote control unit that looked like a garage door opener. I removed the rope around Techster's balls and promptly buckled and locked the stretcher on Techster. I tied the line to it and noted the small leather box at the bottom of his balls. "The shocker I presume." I asked.

"Yes, the hand control has several settings the red button will stop anything cold in its tracks, while the green button stings and the yellow button is just a buzz. Let's set up the fenceless corral while dinner warms." Jenine said as she set a tripod and slung the stew pot over the fire and unhitched the cart.

With our ponies watching silently as we paced out a circle, laid the wire, set up the battery and mounted the control box on a nearby tree. "Time to put our ponies in the corral." I ordered as I unhitched the travois from Techster's draft harness, took the reins, gave him a slap on the bare butt and using the reins guided him into the corral. Jerry was herded into the corral.

"Time to energize!" Jenine laughed as she removed the magnetic keys that controlled the shockers. Next we removed the bridles from our ponies' heads and hung them on a tree. She flipped on the switch to the electronic corral.

"Now ponies you are wearing the heavy duty shockers that were designed to keep Rottweillers inside an electronic fence. If you get too close to the fence you will hear one beep then you will be shocked, the shockers are set on the heaviest setting so please don't test them. You are being hobbled to eliminate the opportunity for a fast break." Jenine explained as we both locked the ankle cuffs in place and locked their D rings together with a small piece of chain. "Now you are limited to about a 6 inch step."

"Here is your water." Jenine offered as she set up a folding camp table in the middle of the corral. Techster was very thirsty and knelt to drink. Jerry nervously paced around, "Jenine said if I could get out of the corral she would be my slave. I'm going to make a break for it." Jerry trotted toward the perimeter as fast as his hobbles would let him. We all heard the beep and watched him fall to the ground, thrash around and pee all over himself as the shocker disciplined him. Jenine shut off the fence, took my whip and laid a series of savage blows across his back and butt. "That is what you get for disobeying my orders."

She helped him to his feet walked him out to the center of the corral and then stepped back and switched on the fence.

"How was it?" Techster inquired.

"That damned thing could stop a charging bull elephant. For heaven's sake don't test it."

"Congrats old boy, you've just been milked!" Techster exclaimed as he noted the white fluid dribbling from Jerry's cock. "Let me have a look at your harness." Techster said as he knelt down.

"She's got you set up right for electro-ejaculation." Techster remarked as he explained. "Your balls might be the ground, but there is a large brass rivet located on the leather straps of your harness about an inch before your asshole. It has a wire going to it from the control box."

"Dinnertime, come here ponies and be fed." Jenine called.

Obediently Jerry and Techster trotted over to the edge of the corral nearest the campsite and waited. Techie turned off the fence. "Stay ponies, " The women ordered as they clipped leashes to the ball stretchers. The ponies, still hobbled followed as best they could. Jenine and I fed our ponies and gave them sips of beer to quench their thirst. When dinner was finished we clipped the leashes around a small tree and left the pony boys to talk while we prepared for sleep.

I was the first to answer the question, "Where does a pony sleep?" When I exclaimed to Jenine, "I'm tired, I think I'll curl up with a warm pony and go to sleep." I unhooked Techster's leash and led him to our tent. I released his hobbles so he could kneel and go inside. Then I opened the sleeping bag and said, "OK my favorite ponyboy, lie down there." I zipped up the tent door, disrobed, lay alongside Techster and pulled the blanket. Of course I did kiss my pony goodnight. Techster said quietly, "This is the hard part, I can feel your warm, naked body alongside me but I can't do a thing about it."

"Go to sleep now." I agreed patting his hard cock, "If you are a good pony boy I'll offer you some relief in the morning."

In the morning when I awoke I discovered Techster waiting for me with a broad smile on his face and his erection like a large tent pole holding up the blanket. I mounted him and gave us both a good ride. After the ride I helped my pony boy to his feet and led him down to the cool spring fed pond near the campsite. I washed us both then we sauntered back to the camp for breakfast. My pony was acting very frisky nibbling at my ears and neck and rubbing my butt, backs and legs with his head so I put him in the corral and switched the fence on. I stoked up the fire unfolded the cooking grate and soon the aroma of bacon and sausages was heavy in the cool morning air.

After a heavy rustling in their tent Jenine led her pony to the pond for their morning bath. By the time they returned I had breakfast ready. We sat and ate while feeding our ponies. After breakfast Jenine and I dressed out in our work clothes, long-sleeve shirt, blue jeans, a wide brimmed western hat and tall leather boots. Jenine and I would be cutting and clearing the brush and trees to make a wide clear path to the spring-fed pond near the campsite. I put the sun tan lotion on Techster, being extra careful to cover his cock, shoulders and butt. I put the gag-bridle on my Techster pony and tied the reins off to a tree.

I fired up the chainsaw and cut a small tree down. Then I cut it in half and using the nylon rope lashed the piece horizontally between 2 trees at about 4 feet off the ground.

"What's that for?" Jenine asked.

"Hitching post." I explained as I led Techster over to it. I tied a short piece of the line to the hitching post, had my stallion pony, Techster, bend over with his neck against the rail, wrapped three turns around his neck and tied the remaining end off to the rail.

"I like him that way." I said as I laid the crop across his butt. "It shows off his cute ass and exposes him for what torment I may offer."

I grabbed the chainsaw and began cutting trees.

Jenine tied her pony to the hitching post, grabbed the axe and machette. In a few minutes she joined me clearing brush and limbing the fallen trees between our campsite and the pond. After about an hour I began tying the tree trunks and small brush into separate bundles. I said to Jenine, "Its time to put our ponies to work. Let me put on the proper gear. You know the sexy Dom look." I undressed, except for the boots, put on sunscreen and slid my favorite clit clip in place. Jenine took time to admire the crystals and the way they sparkled. Soon she undressed too the reins and put Jerry to work

The ponies perked up as we approached, "OK boys, time to get to work."

I put a white hat with on Techster to keep his balding head from getting sunburned. Jenine unhitched Jerry and led him to a medium sized bundle of brush, while I led Techster to a large tree trunk. He took one look at it and shook his head, "NO!" I picked up the buggy whip and the riding crop, snapped the crop across his butt and said, "Oh Yes!"

Techster nodded Yes and turned around so I could attach his harness to the tree trunk.

I straddled the tree trunk, wiggled his reins, popped him on the back with the whip and he struggled to move the heavy burden. It took him several tries to get the heavy load moving so I gave him some inspiration with the whip. Soon the heavy tree trunk was sliding along up the trial to the campsite. Techster in spite of his 60 plus years and slight senior tummy looked like a young stud sweating and puffing as he strained to keep the load moving. The muscles on his legs and back stood out as his sweaty back glistened in the morning sun.

When we reached the campsite I unhitched him and led him back for another load. Jerry was still struggling with the small brush bundle. I hitched Techster up to the largest bundle of brush and said, "You will beat them to the campsite." I jiggled his reins, and with multiple snaps of the buggy whip inspired him to get the load moving and pass Jenine and Jerry as they struggled up the trail. As we passed them I could hear two things, First, was Techster laughing to himself as the 60 year old pony passed the 30 year athletic pony. The second thing I heard was Jenine's whip snap again and again as she gave Jerry even more "inspiration". Techster must have decided to make it a contest. As soon as I unhitched the large bundle of brush from his draft lines he turned and was heading back for another load.

We trotted down the hill and before Jerry and Jenine reached the drop off area near the campsite we were on the way up the hill with a section of a large tree that must have weighed 300 pounds. Techster had figured how to use his superior weight to get the load m

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