Date: Sun, 8 Nov 2015 08:35:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: JAK - HIS LIFE SO FAR

JAK - HIS LIFE SO FAR

Jak barely remembers his parents as he lost them in one of those
interminable civil wars in the near east.  He was brought up harshly and
without love or affection in an orphanage in that country, receiving only
minimal education except in the harsh world of life.  When he was 16 an
itinerant slave merchant called at the orphanage and paid the
superintendent - absolutely illegally - a reasonable sum to take Jak off
their hands, a transaction welcomed by the superintendent who in addition
to the trader's bribe continued to take state money for Jak's upkeep. Jak's
disappearance was therefore never noticed, as he officially "graduated"
from the orphanage into oblivion one year later.

Meanwhile Jak had been sold by the merchant to a training establishment,
making a reasonable profit on the deal.  He'd taken all the risks of
acquiring Jak and illegally enslaving him, and considered the return
reasonable.  The training establishment worked on Jak for a year, when
their unremitting regime of harsh work and punishment for any failure
turned Jak from a lonely, miserable lad into a silent but obedient slave,
one who had turned the corner from childhood into young adulthood.  Jak's
body benefited hugely from the training, and he possessed all those
desirable attributes of a young slave fit for someone's harem - a toned
body with flat planes of muscle, biceps with the hard balls so essential in
a young slave, a body shaved of hair so that all this could be seen, a very
respectable set of genitals to delight any owner, and a tight ass that, it
was supposed, had not yet been breached by a man's cock.

Jak was entered in to the so-called "Yearlings' Sale" for young slaves one
year later, and it was confidently expected he'd sell for a good price to
an older man who appreciated the finer points of slaves like Jak who were
so beautifully poised between the end of childhood and adolescence, and
full manhood.  Jak's current owner was at that sale and believed himself to
be a "man with a good eye for a horse" - he was part of the international
racing fraternity with a string of race horses in training at Newmarket and
Longchamps and, closer to home, a stable of prize-winning human ponies.  He
saw something in Jak and bought him, grumbling a little about the price as
he had been in competition at the auction with a 70-year old who thought
Jak's youth and enthusiasm might help stir his failing loins.

Jak has been with that same owner now for 13 years.  He was originally put
to work in the famous stables, working as a stable hand doing their
traditional tasks - cleaning out the pony stalls, washing and grooming the
ponies each day before their work shifts, polishing the harnesses and
tackle and keeping the owner's various carriages spotlessly clean, and, of
course, helping to maintain the fitness and health of the animals by
providing sexual stimulation - masturbating them according to their
schedule for such activities. He didn't get fucked as happens to so many
young slaves as the humane rules at the stables said that this could only
be by mutual consent - willing mutual consent, that is, not by an older
pony forcing a young stable lad to "agree".

Jak responded well.  Always a loner and used to receiving no praise or
kindness in any way he found life in the stables was a revelation.  He was
well housed, well fed, the other ponies were great companions, and provided
he worked hard - which Jak did - there were no harsh punishments, only
those occasional spankings and mild beatings that any young adult who is
growing up expects.  Best of all his owner - perhaps because he liked to be
proved right in his choice of ponies - was always kind to Jak, smiling at
him, noticing that he'd done a good job and rewarding him with a piece of
fruit, and so on.  All this was such a contrast to his previous life that
Jak blossomed, and felt that life as a slave was nearly perfect.  He
therefore worked even harder, willingly, and his "can do" attitude and
sunny disposition soon got him "promoted", first to run alongside his
owner's carriage to tend to the ponies when they were waiting outside a
store or the owner's club in the course of business.  Then, as his muscles
continued to harden and his lungs and heart to mature, to be one of those
ponies in the team actually doing the pulling.  Jak loved this - three
really close companions, and the admiration and respect of many men as the
team won prizes at the shows which their owner liked to enter them in to.

Jak got the ultimate accolade when he was about 23, when his owner finally
promoted Jak to "stallion", making him the sole puller of his specially
engineered one-man trap which he used almost every day for general trips in
the neighbourhood.  Jak was immensely proud of his status, and some of the
other ponies even thought he went too far in praising his owner, and in
criticising them when they themselves failed to reach Jak's high standards!
As you might suspect, as stallion, Jak was not only used for running but as
a stud, to "cover" first his owner's bitches and then, as his fame as a
truly good-tempered, hard-working prize-winning pony spread, his owner
loaned him out as a stud animal.

Jak's owner was a shrewd businessman keen to increase the value of his
assets - he showed off Jak to his best advantage, using Jak entirely
without bridle and reins, and not cuffing Jak into the shafts as is normal:
he was promoting Jak as a pony that any owner could be proud of, and one
who could be trusted absolutely (bear in mind owner and pony are often
alone together in the open countryside, and so the ability to trust the
pony is vital as should he turn on his owner, help is not readily
available).  Jak's beautiful body was thus displayed entirely unadorned by
collars, tit rings, genital ornaments, bits and bridles, or any of those
other things which owners of inferior stock add to their ponies to
"improve" them.  And it worked - Jak began to be hired out to stud, rather
than simply be lent to the owner's friends, and the proud owner donated the
stud fees to his daughter to spend on her not-infrequent shopping trips to
New York, Miami, London, Paris and Milan.  As is the way of the world, the
more he was used at a high fee, the greater was the desire by others to
hire Jak at an even higher fee for the prestige of getting a new slave
sired by Jak.

So all was well with the world: a delighted owner who not only liked the
money Jak earned at stud, but who could validate his reputation as being "a
fine judge of ponies", happy daughter; and. Jak himself, the creme de la
creme - with a good owner, a purpose in life, good buddies, and frequent
(and mostly enjoyable) sex.  Why then is Jak strung up like some ordinary
slave, waiting for punishment?

It's all about reputation, of course.  Jak pulled his owner to a party,
then, like most of the ponies waiting patiently in the pony yard at the
back of the mansion, was "seduced" by some of the house slaves who after
serving dinner came out with the leftovers for the ponies.  It was what
usually happened, and being mostly young slaves together, there as of
course a lot of sex.  Jak thought nothing of it - he'd quite liked the
slave he'd fucked and she had been proud to have the famous Jak's dick in
her.  That might have been the end of it - it happened most weeks, after
all - had not the female got pregnant.  She was the personal slave of the
daughter of the party giver, who in turn was a friend of Jak's owner's
daughter, who got to hear about it therefore.  The girl bragged about
having a baby to sell eventually who would fetch a high price and
supplement her allowance: there was talk of new jewellery on the next
shopping trip the two girls took together.

Jak's owner's daughter was furious!  She believed that any money to be made
from Jak fucking was hers.  So she complained to her father, who really
didn't want to hear and hoped she'd forget about it. After all, Jak was
still only 29 and as an exceptionally fit, strong pony might naturally be
expected to fuck a lot. Provided it wasn't drawn to his attention, the
owner, being a kind man, considered it acceptable for Jak to play the
field, and indeed considered it even good for Jak, keeping him healthy and
happy... except of course he'd let it be known to Jak, casually, that he
was always expected to be "ready" to stud for the high fees. And Jak, being
a responsive and sensible slave, had always "laid off", not even allowing
one of the stable lads to masturbate him, for two days before such an
event.

Now though it was "public knowledge" as talk and rumours had spread through
the slaves, and the owner's daughter would not simply let it go.  She went
on and on at her father, saying that Jak simply must be punished, and
pointing out to him that it wasn't just she who was losing out as a stud
fee had been lost, but potentially his reputation was at risk: the owner of
the wondrous Jak was perhaps not such a good judge of slaves as had been
thought!

So we see Jak waiting for punishment.  And if we could see inside the house
we would observe his owner pacing up and down cursing the fact that he
listened to his daughter: what on earth could he do to Jak by way of really
meting out something that would be recognised as sufficiently severe for
such a slave? The higher they climb the harder they must fall, as the old
saying goes.  For almost any other slave a good whipping would be in order,
perhaps even by a hired-in whipmaster with a savage bull whip if additional
effect was required.  But the owner does not want this for Jak as such a
whipping invariable scars the back, buttocks and thighs, and the owner
enjoys seeing Jak's powerful body working away as he runs in front of him
and does not want his view marred. Similarly castration, or even the loss
of one testicle, would not be appropriate as Jak's stud value would
plummet. The owner even thinks Jak has been punished enough - as the
stallion, most favoured slave, ruler of the stables, he's probably weeping
inside from the shame of being seen by all the other slaves and overseers
going about their normal business (not for being naked, of course, as Jak
has not worn even a scrap of covering since he became stallion), but
because he knows he has failed his owner, an owner he respects and even
loves.

These things have a way of working themselves out, though.  The owner's son
is back from college on vacation and has an idea for his father. The son is
a little jealous of Jak, actually - he seems to rank higher in his father's
favour than the son does following a number of incidents of drunkenness,
fornication, bad language, overspending of his allowance and general stuff
that all college boys indulge in (and Jak's cock is also bigger than his
is, an important consideration for any young man!).  He even offers to do
the punishment himself, and his father agrees... The son will take fresh
garlic and squeeze a few bulbs to make juice, then will have Jak erected by
one of the stable lads, and will use an ink-dropper to insert the juice
deep, deep inside Jak's cock.  As he explains to his dad, the insertion of
the ink dropper through the piss slit will itself really hurt, but when the
garlic juice goes in, it will be excruciating.  Jack will be totally unable
to resist screaming in agony, begging for mercy and for the pain to stop,
and thrashing his body around most satisfyingly.  Best of all - no damage
to Jak's body, so his father can continue to enjoy it; and after a few days
Jak will again be able to stud.  Father and son are in agreement and happy
- so perhaps Jak has rendered another service, improving the bond between
parent and child that is so important.

End