Date: Thu, 4 Aug 2011 16:54:28 -0400 (EDT) From: bamaboi2serve Subject: Prance, Bitch! Prance, Bitch! By bamaboi2serve@charter.net With permission from MDS I'm positive I do NOT understand all of the events that led me to be where I am, to be who I am. I am tied, as usual, to a ladder back chair along the wall of His dining room...on display for his guests. I am sitting on a trailer hitch that has been screwed into the chair. It keeps my hole open for my tail. But hold off a moment... let me go back to the first time I had an inkling of what role I was destined to play in life. You have to understand that. to understand my fate. I was just a teen and was playing around with a schoolmate (OK, horsing around) when he forced me to my knees and starting riding me, like younger kids would do with their fathers. Suddenly, without missing a step, he pulled the brown leather belt out of the loops in his jeans and inserted it like a bit in my mouth. With one hand he pushed against the back of my head, with other, he pulled on the belt, forcing the leather taste and smell and feel into my mouth. Instant erection, followed in mere seconds an instant eruption of cum, which I felt drip down behind my pants toward the knee which I was using to ride him around. He never knew a thing about my reaction because I ran home quickly and, locked in the bathroom, licked the evidence away. Once it was awoken in me, why didn't I follow up on that new-found fetish as I grew older? Hard to say. While I soon after became immersed in leather and S&M, it was only when He spotted me in the Eagle in Atlanta that night that it rose up in me and became a central part of my life. I was in my mid-20's then, certainly a Bottom Boy, but always dressed a little like a Top. That night, I was leaning up against a wall, wearing m favorite tight leather pants and heavy boots, a leather vest over a white boy-beater on top. I also had a lightweight, but significant black collar around my neck with a small silver padlock securing it. He walked up to me, gave me a look up and down, and pulled a leather and silver metal bridle and bit out of his pocket, fitting it into my mouth and around my head in a single smooth motion that gave me no time to do anything other than stare, my eyes bulging. I saw the initials MDS embossed into his leather jacket, but it would be much later that I would learn what they stood for. A much smaller man appeared at his side, shirtless, wearing a light leather harness and a bridle similar to my own. "Come", MDS stated, and I did, following him out of the bar. The smaller man grabbed the leather lead---the leash if you will---and pulled me along towards the door. The men around me looked on at first with concern, but when they saw me going with Him without complaint, they went back to their own business. A few other applauded at my voluntary capture. They walked me around the corner to a pickup truck with an enclosed trailer attached. In one fluid motion he unlocked the trailer doors and tossed me inside. I fell to the floor on my hands and knees as he got into the truck and drove off. His companion--slave??---sat on a stack of hay bales inside the trailer, behind the front window and silently watched me, looking me up and down, judging my demeanor as if he were at a show deciding what animal to buy. It was clearly a horse trailer, the scent and the hay and hanging gear told me that immediately, and my hard cock hardened more, stretching the leather of my pants. I was not secured in any way, but I instinctively remained in the same horsy kneeling position I had used with my boyhood friend. As we moved, I leaned back and forth to avoid falling over. He was soon on an interstate, taking me wherever it was I was headed. The small man walked shakily over to my side and unzipped, pullign out a thin but long cock. He pisses onto me, aiming for the neck and then on the back so the liquid would travel along it to my crack channel. It added to the animal smell in the trailer. He silently went back tohis station on the hay bales as the piss cooled on my body. My cock was dripping precum down my pants leg, and the memory of the earlier experience flooded back to me. The side ventilation windows were open, and I could hear cars and trucks rushing past, wondering what they would think if they could see me inside, on my knees, a pony boy smelling of piss and leather and cum, waiting to learn my future. One strap of the bridle was hanging loose, and as it moved past my mouth I grabbed it with my tongue and pulled the old leather into my mouth. Did I just imagine the flavor of man and animal, of sweat and saliva, or cum? His piss has hit it too, My mouth was already held open by the bit, so I couldn't really chew on the strap, but even having it just sit inside my mouth added to the extraordinary eroticism of the experience.. I glanced up at the silent submissive on the bales and could see a slight smile on his thick lips. We must have driven for an hour on high-speed roads before I sensed us pulling onto a dirt passageway, and I struggled to stay upright as the trailer bounced up and down, side-to-side. Then we came to a stop. and there were some muffled voices. I could pick up only brief phrases..."prepare him"..and "leather slut". The trailer doors behind me opened, and soon I could see MDS's thick work boots appear at my side. He put one hand on my neck and gestured to his other boy to join him. Together, they pulled off my engineer boots and pulled down my leather pants. Suddenly something was being pushed into my ass. I instinctively pushed outward to allow whatever they were putting into me to enter, and it did, in a smooth motion that caused little pain. As I said, I'm a submissive bottom, so I've taken lots up that ass. The full feeling made me fee somehow complete. I was still wearing my yellow jockstrap, and that had allowed easy access to my hole...just as I had planned when I put it on that night, though I certainly has not anticipated this scene! Something was brushing against my upper legs, and I realized he had inserted a butt plug with a long horse tail attached to it. I had seen them on sex toy web sites, but never had one in. The boi then strapped most unusual sandal-like footwear I had ever seen onto my bare feet. It was like an enlongated horseshoe on one side, while on the other there were dozens, maybe hundreds, of small somewhat blunt points facing up toward my foot. The straps attached the "shoes" tightly to my feet, but when I was pulled back to stand, I felt myself falling. They had expected that, and caught me, easily supporting me. "You'll get used to them bitch!" said MDS, "...or else you'll find someplace else to realize your destiny." That sounded so final! But I had no time to dwell on it, as I tried to stand and put up with the hundreds of jabs into my foot bottoms. The nubs were blount, but they still pushed into the foot like nails. I still had the bridle and bit in, and was slobbering all over myself as I adjusted to all of the sensations. "Come on sissy, this way" the boi told me and he pulled me around facing the trailer doors and then down a ramp that had been pulled up, making it somewhat possible for me for me to make my way into what was clearly a farm yard. I was led over to a 55 gallon drum that had been secured in a wooden frame, all of it painted black, and tied face down, my body following the contours of the drum, my arms and legs stretched out tightly, tied by rawhide strips to metal stakes in the nearby ground. MDS pulled up a chair and sat in front of me, bending down to look me in the eye, removing my bridle and bit for the first time in hours, I stained to stretch my jaw and mouth back into working order as he spoke. "Bitch, welcome to my farm. I could see in the bar downtown that you were made to be someone's stock, and it may be me. Don't know yet cause you've just gotten here. Most of the bois who come here wash out, and I send `em on their way. Most of them try to come back, beggin' and all, on their knees ready to serve and all that crap. Too bad! You either make it or you don't. Right boi? I nodded: "Yes, Sir," slurring the words a bit with my still stiff mouth. "Here's what we're gonna do. The first test, you might call it," he told me, nodding off to the side. "Jess over there is preparing what we'll need to make sure you don't get stolen...and if you do get taken by some badass, that we'll be able to get you back without any arguments." I had no clue what he was talking about, but I smelled burning of some kind, and could see some smoke drift between MDS and me. "We'll gonna give you're your first permanent mark, a brand really, with my MDS logo on your ass cheek," he stated flatly. I panicked and started struggling, though the bounds were way too tight. He pushed in closer to me, inches from my face. "You have to pass this test, boy. If you don't you'll miss the best chance you have ever had or will ever have again to be what you are here to be. As he stared into my eyes, and despite my anxiety, I felt myself relaxing. His voice was deep and melodious, and as he spoke I found myself almost sleeping, dozing... "This is for your own good boy, you know you want to be mine, and to be mine you have to have my mark. You want it don't you? Bitch? Ponyboy?" I could hear everything He was saying, but it was as if he was hundreds of feet away, his words came with an echo. I nodded to Him, knowing deep down that I really did want to be his and to wear his mark. Why else had I come this far, miles away form my home, to this farm in rural Georgia? "I need to hear you ask for it bitch...ask me for my mark!" he demanded. I felt someone using a cloth to wipe off my right ass cheek, then I felt heat just above the skin...I was scared to death and trembling! Did I want his mark? Of course I did! But I was afraid! And it was permanent! I shivered listening to Him as he kept demanding that I ASK for it! Finally I blurted it out: Yes Sir! I WANT your mark on my worthless hide! Give me Your mark please Sir!", I all but screamed through my fear! "Good Boi!", he bellowed and with that there was an intense sensation on my right cheek and a sound! The sound was like a piece of bacon thrown on a skillet! Yes somehow the pain was...what was it? My brain was going in circles! I was expecting one kind of awful burning feeling and getting something else! Finally my brain cells sorted it out. It was cold, not hot! Cold! "No, I did not burn my mark into you my pracer bitch, not now, probably not ever. But I wanted to hear you say you would LET me if I wanted to!" he told me. MDS held out some ice cubes in a small bag that had been pressed to my skin as a piece of meat was tossed on a hot pan to create the scorching sound. I was crying, tears streaming down my face as I mumbled my fears and my willingness to obey his every rule. I HAD been ready to take his mark. He put three of his fingers in my mouth and I greedily sucked on them. I DID belong to MDS and would follow his every rule in adding me to his stock. He led me to a stall in a small barn and tied me to the hay covered floor. He replaced the bit and bridle and I slept deeply and securely all night. Already the tail inserted in me felt like a natural part of my new self. Comments? Please write: Bamaboi2serve@charter.net