Pony gets schooled

The first time he heard his parents planning to move to another town, Jon became really depressed. All his friends from the neigbourhood, girls from his old school, places where he liked to hang around after class - everything was gone for him, forever.

"Hey, buddy, you'll make new friends, you'll meet nice girls here as well! You're 18! When I was 18, I ...", his father told him over and over again. But Jon’s ears were deaf to his father’s advice, like those of many boys of his age. The autumn came and the school started. Although he met few new mates, even some nice girls, none of these interactions could jolt him out of his malaise. His parents began to think something was seriously wrong with him and were considering taking him to see a psychologist.

On one of those boring days, trudging his way to school, Jon heard several female voices nearby. He climbed up the fence and took a look at the field. His eyes were fixated, his breath became slow, his mouth opened. On the field he could see a dozen or so young women, in their early 20's, riding various kinds of horses. The girls were yelling and laughing. Occasionally came the crack of a riding crop and the subsequent reaction of the horses.

"Time to start today's lesson, ladies!" A male voice came from the office building, in the middle of the field. Suddenly, Jon felt like he was hit by a thunder bolt from a clear sky. Time! He was late for school. He ran the rest of the way. Luckily, he wasn’t too late, and his teacher let him off the hook this one time.

For the rest of the day, the only thing on his mind were the young equestriennes, wearing their tight jodhpurs. Their butts going up and down in the saddle and them spurring their horses, making them gallop. And their sexy instructor! He didn't see him at all - he just tried to imagine what he looked like. What is his hair colour? What does he look like in his riding outfit? He imagined him in his mind, wearing white jodhpurs and sexy black riding boots, traditional attire of an equestrian. Being a good amateur artist, he started sketching a sexy man riding a wild horse on a blank page of his notebook. He could feel the power of the rider’s thighs squeezing the mount, making the horse do incredible things! He could feel his whip on the horse sides. He looked at his artwork and got more and more aroused. He felt he would reach an orgasm, as his hand finished the drawing, revealing a wild horse, broken and ridden by a cruel young man. His face was angry, but at the same time regal.

He stopped to look at his sketch. He wanted to kiss that man. He imagined how soft his jodhpurs would feel under his hand and how horny he would become if he let him touch the place on his leg, where his jodhpurs entered the boot. That amazing border, far more exciting than the Mexican border his history teacher was talking about. That line, where the rider's leg becomes a powerful instrument to keep even a huge horse in line. He imagined his tongue licking the shiny leather surface of the boot from the top down to the heel. He thought how good his boots must feel on the horse’s body. Finally, his mind came to the point of total nonsense. He wanted to be his horse!

As soon as he heard the final bell ringing for the day, he ran out of the school. At the field, another group of girls were riding their horses. Those girls were even more pretty than the ones he saw in the morning. They had probably just got out from college, he thought. He noted there was a row of expensive cars parked outside the equestrian school. These girls must be daughters and nieces of some VIP's in the town, he thought. He couldn't keep his eyes from staring in the group.

The same commanding voice as in the morning broke the warm afternoon air. Finally, the instructor came out of the office building. Oh boy ... wow! What a man! He was 30-something, but looked really sexy. His clothes were even more terrific than Jon had imagined. He wore beige jodhpurs, dark brown boots, a light brown jacket and a cream or off-white shirt. He mounted a large horse and started with his demonstration.

Jon decided to turn around the corner of the field and get closer to the group. He found a tree and climbed it, in order to have a perfect view. His mouth was wide open, as the instructor pressed his ankles hard in horse's flesh. His knees squeezed its back, while his gloved hands had control of the reins. He took a crop and smacked the horse, which made it run faster. He pulled the reins, which made the horse slow down again.

Jon started to get horny again. He rubbed his hand over his trousers harder and harder. He even started to jump a bit on the branch he straddled. Every girl, one by one, repeated what they saw from their instructor. Their legs were also powerful, making their horses obey and move as they wanted. Most of the girls used their feet to kick their horse, which made Jon even more aroused. He started to rub himself on the tree even harder, coming closer and closer to orgasm. The girls were kicking more and more, squeezing their horses with their thighs rhythmically, while he imagined them squeezing his body the same way. Then, looking at the instructor, he couldn't stand it any more. He started to cum, bouncing on the tree like he was mad. He closed his eyes, thinking of his legs. Oh if he only could feel them closer.

Suddenly, he heard a loud crack, somewhere very close to him. Opening his eyes, however, he didn't see anyone near the tree. Before he figured out where the crack had come from, he found himself in a pile of hay under the tree. Luckily for him, the hay saved him from serious injury, as the limb he was straddling collapsed from his weight.

Still dazed from his fall, Jon vaguely heard the instructor say "What the heck was that?" Momentarily later, Jon opened his eyes, only to find the whole group of young equestriennes, along with their teacher, looking down at him. “Are you spying on us? Nah ... you’re too sissy for that. Or, are you just a creepy little pervert?”. Before Jon could respond, the man took a long whip, which had been attached to his saddle, and struck Jon hard. “Answer me, you little bastard!”.

Jon almost began to cry, when he felt the pain. “Yyyeesss!” He stammered. Jon’s voice transitioned to a higher pitch, when he felt a second sting of the man’s whip.

“I’m Master Taranus, you creep! You must address me as Master or Sir, got it?”

“Yes” Jon answered. He looked down, when he felt something squeezing around his waist. He released the man was using his whip as a lasso. Taranus was pulling Jon towards him with the lasso. Jon was getting closer and closer to his boot. That brown piece of leather, covering his sexy calves and feet enhanced his authority. He took the boot off the stirrup and kicked him directly in the head. Jon fell down, squealing with pain.

"Yes what, you scum? I told you how to address me!".

Jon looked in his direction, scared and finally said it: "Yyyesss, Mmmasterrrrrr!".

The man looked down at Jon and smiled: "That's better! Girls, put your horses in the stable, and come back here. We’re going to have a different kind of lesson today. Joanna, could you, take care of my horse?”. The girls filed away, while Taranus slowly walked over to Jon, like a lion stalking its cornered prey.

Jon was laying on the ground, when Taranus came right to him. He swung his leg over his body, standing astride him, each foot on either side of his body. "You like to watch, don't you, sissy boy?", he asked.

"Sorry Master, please forgive me, I ...", he started to apologise while looking up at him. Above him there was the man of his wildest dreams - a bit mature for him, but still good-looking. His clothes enhanced his power and authority. His body full of life and energy.

Taranus kicked him in the ribs, using the toe of his left boot. "Stop crying, I'm not your Mom!", he said, "you'll see why people say curiosity kills the cat! You have to be punished, sissy boy!". He yelled and kicked Jon in the ribs with each word he said. He planted a mud-covered boot sole in the middle of Jon’s chest and lowered his voice. "From this moment, I'll treat you like one of my horses. I'll ride you, whip you, break and then train you! I'll then give you to my students to do whatever they want to with you! But first, I’ll have you clean my boots ... and then the boots of my girls ... each of them! We don't like to ride with mud covered boots!". With that, he pressed the sole of his boot right on Jon’s face. "Lick it, you scum!".

Jon started to lick the sole. The taste was not so pleasant. He had a lot of muck under his boot. Finally, he reached the heel and cleaned that too. Taranus looked at the sole, seeing it was clean, pressed his other boot down on Jon’s face. This boot had more muck under it and Jon had a full mouth of it.

"Here, let me help you", the man said and pressed the sole to Jon’s chest again. He wiped his boot on Jon’s t-shirt, leaving it disgustingly dirty. He then placed the boot back to Jon’s face, for fine cleaning.

Finally satisfied with the result, he told Jon to kneel and polish the rest of the boot. As Jon expected, the taste of the leather surface was much better than the taste of his sole! He tongue polished his boot with pleasure, feeling his leg each time, Jon would press his tongue hard on the boot. Soon, his cock became hard as he licked all around the edges of the sole. His brown boots were pretty new, since he couldn't find many scratches on them! He licked up his boot, feeling the curve of his calf. His tongue was inching closer and closer to the magic line between his jodhpurs and his boot. He licked that upper border with pleasure.

As Jon finished polishing his boots, the girls had already returned from the stables. “Another pervert?”. One of the girls said with a laugh.

Master Taranus nodded. "Yes! Gather round girls. I'll show you what we do with perverts. Marianne, did you bring my usual tools for disobedient ponies? Ah, you did. Thank you darling!".

He took a small bag from the girl. The bag was jingling. What the heck was he keeping in there, Jon thought. Suddenly, Taranus planted his sole on Jon and pressed down hard. He held a metal device with a strap in his hand. He placed it around the boot and fastened the strap. Jon couldn't see exactly what it was, but noticed he did the same with his other boot. Taranus removed his boot from Jon’s back and placed it right in front of his face. Jon’s eyes became larger. Protruding from the man’s heel, was a metal prod, with a large wheel at the end, full of sharp spikes. “Like my spurs?” He asked him. Jon nodded nervously. He looked around, and the for the first time, noticed every girl had placed the same things on their boots.

Taranus placed his boot on the side of Jon’s body and pushed him over onto his back. He placed one of his spurs on Jon’s chest and started to roll it slowly down his torso."You like it when I do this to you, don’t you?", he asked and Jon nodded again. "Good", he sighed, "you see I can use them to give you pleasure, or pain!". With the last word he kicked him hard with the metal wheel in the side of his ribcage. "You decide! If you're good, you'll get pleasure. If not ... pain! Now, get on all 4s! Immediately!". He kicked him again. "Hands in front!", he commanded and kicked his arms forward. Finally, Jon assumed the position.

The man sat on his back. Surprisingly, he wasn't too heavy. But Jon could feel his weight all over his back. He took something from his bag again. Jon felt a bundle of leather straps all over his head. The man placed him in a harness, but a specially designed one. He placed a piece of metal in Jon’s mouth and pulled it back with the reins, until his mouth almost started to bleed. Finally, he took a riding crop in his hands and smacked him twice in the sides. "Move!", he commanded loudly and Jon started to move. He tried to crawl as fast as he could, using all the power he had in his hands. He felt the sting from his crop, but he enjoyed it at the same time. Around his body, were the man’s thighs, squeezing him rhythmically. He could even feel his leather-enclosed legs, tapping his thighs gently as he crawled forward. Taranus whipped Jon harder, urging him to go faster, but, apparently, he was not moving the way the man wanted. Suddenly, Jon felt the pressure from the man’s thighs disappear, only for them to return with a vengeance. Taranus started to kick him repeatedly with his heels, digging the spurs into Jon’s flanks. Jon lept into action. He didn't know where this power came from, but he was moving swiftly.

Having in mind only one thing - to punish him - Taranus didn't stop with kicking and whipping. He kicked the boy in the sides, on the place where his skin was thin and sensitive. Noticing a small drop of blood, he Intentionally kicked the the same spot repeatedly, making a wound with his spurs. Jon felt the intense pain, and a trickle of liquid flowing down his thighs. When he began to tire and slow down, Taranus was merciless. He kicked again and again, digging both spurs into the wounds, applying harder and harder pressure. He treated Jon like a wild animal, whipping him constantly, squeezing him with his thighs, and holding the spurs deep in his flesh. He rubbed the leather seat of his ass on Jon’s back, occasionally letting out a long man.

Eventually, he pulled on the reins, bringing Jon to a stop. He unzipped his jodhpurs, and put his gloved hands inside. "I'll kick you now, but you’ll stay still!", he whispered in Jon’s ear and started to kick him repeatedly, each time in the same wound. Jon could feel the man’s thighs tremble on his body as he was surfing on the waves his orgasm. He finally let a long loud moan. Jon felt liquid dripping down the back of his head.

Finally Taranus dismounted and looked in the direction of his students. "He's yours now! Of course, after he cleans his blood from my spurs!", he said and placed his boot right in front of Jon. Jon cleaned both spurs obediently and kissed them. Satisfied, the man walked away, leaving Jon in the sea of pain, blood and pleasure.

The first equestrienne was very interesting: a tall blond, having that model-look! Her boots were different too, she wore black leather over-the-knee boots. Her legs were long and very sexy. Jon assumed she didn't wear spurs. He was wrong - walking around him, she inspected his body. As she passed him, he could see the most cruel spurs he ever saw - huge silver rowels, shining hard in the sunlight. They looked great on her tall black boots. "Mexican spurs!", she told him and he could feel her sexy naked legs, hugging his body.

He couldn't believe that was happening to him. She squeezed his body so gently, sexily, making his cock erect hard! She started to move her thighs in circles, making him harder and harder. "You're a really wild stud!", she whispered, "and I love wild studs! And you know what I like to do to studs?". Jon was quiet with anticipation, as was everyone else. The silence was broken by Jon's yell, as he felt his rider's spurs dig in his wounds. "I love to break them, honey!", she said.

Jon started to run. The blonde kicked him hard in the wounds again. "Oh, honey ... you're wounded!", she said quietly, "well, I won't touch your wounds - I know they hurt". She was quiet for a while and then kicked him again, at the top of his thighs. With that she whispered: "I'll make new ones!". She kicked him once again. He was pretty muscular there, so she couldn't make him bleed with the first kick. With the second kick, she sighed: "The more times I kick you, the more you will suffer!". She kicked him again, to give him pain, but not to make him bleed. She moaned at the same time, touching herself on his back. He could even feel her pussy, as she was sliding it up and down his back. She really enjoyed it. She was moaning louder when Jon felt her pussy becoming more and more wet. As the place on his skin where she was kicking got near breaking, she said "OK, honey here we go!", and kicked him harder than ever. His skin started to bleed. He yelled, while she moaned with pleasure. She dug the spurs deeply in the wounds she just made, while her body begun to tremble. She continued to kick him while she came loudly. Finally, she stopped him and dismounted softly. Naturally, she made him clean her spurs.

The other girls were different, but no one was so passionate as the tall blonde. All of them had spurs, but not all of them had sharp ones. The girls with blunt spurs used them on the wounds that someone else made on Jon's body, while the others tried to make their own wounds. One of them even tried to make her own blood spots on Jon's body.

"Enough!", instructor's strong commanding voice bellowed. The girls moved away from Jon, his body full of blood and dirt. The instructor held something. He wondered what Master Taranus would do. Finally, he heard his voice again: "Girls, I guess you had a lot of fun with this mount. Do you want to keep him in the stable?". Jon was so happy to hear those words, but terrified at the same time.

"Yes, yes!", the girls yelled in unison.

"OK", the Master said, "if you want to keep him, he must be marked as our property. Prepare the fire". Jon had no idea what he meant. The man placed the tip of the object in the fire. Soon after, he pulled it out of the fire. Jon saw it was a branding iron! He was going to brand him! Jon begged him not to do it, but his mind was set. Jon tried to escape, but he placed a boot in the middle of his back, pressing him down on his stomach. The girls came to help and planted their boots on his flailing limbs. Soon, he was covered with boot soles. One of the girls placed the toe of her boot right in front of his face. Desperately he licked and kissed it, begging. She just smiled down at him. Finally, Master Taranus, took his boot off Jon's back and placed it on the back of his head. "Hold him tight, girls!". The branding iron was very close to Jon’s rump.

“Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Jon screamed and passed out.

Every afternoon, since that fateful day, Jon would race from school to the Equestrian Centre. He served as the centre’s resident stableboy, performing a range of duties including mucking out the stalls, ensuring the horses were fed and watered, and their tack was ready for the afternoon lessons. When the girls arrived, he welcomed them by submissively kissing their riding boots and when they were ready to ride, by prostrating himself beside their horses for them to stand on him and mount their horses. While the lessons were taking place, Jon served as Master Taranus’ mount. Master Taranus sat on Jon’s shoulders and supervised the lesson from upon high. Jon’s parents were thrilled he had found a new hobby and made some friends, although if the new the full story they may have thought differently. Jon had overcome his bout of depression and had found his calling in life, as a human pony.