Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2022 06:29:32 +0000
From: Dave Arnold <bigstuddog@live.com>
Subject: Wild Horses Part 1 We'll Ride Them Some Day

Wild Horses Part 1 We'll Ride Them Some Day

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This is my first attempt at creative writing in 30 years. As a scientist
"creative writing" can get you into all sorts of trouble. Constructive
criticism and suggestions are welcome.  Thanks for the suggestions, this is
the reworked version of part one.

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Chapter 1: Adoption Day

I had graduated from college a couple of years earlier and had purchased a
house and 5 high and dry acres close to the Green Swamp in central
Florida. The back of my property, the west side of it, abutted a cypress
swamp. The house was a 3 bedroom 2 bath Spanish style stucco with a nice
courtyard between the house and the barn. It had a big screen porch in the
back. My favorite room was the living room. It had a vaulted ceiling and a
big picture window in the back. I loved sitting in my recliner to watch the
beautiful sunsets. The sky would turn a melange of orange, red and purple
as the sun would drop down through the cypress trees festooned with Spanish
moss. It was also a great place to watch the thunderstorms that the
lightning capital of the world is famous for.

I was 27 at the time and was still somewhat of a fitness freak. I starred
in Track and Field and Cross Country in High School and College. Despite
being a distance runner I didn't have the typical slight build of a
runner. At 5'9" I was carrying 160 lbs. I had a nice 6 pack and the rest of
my body was well toned but not excessively muscular. Even though I did a
good amount of weight training I was never able to build much bulk. I wore
my black hair in a flattop and sported a closely cropped black beard.

I had an Irish Setter and a Great Dane but all my life I had wanted a
horse. I found out through some of the local ranchers that the Bureau of
Land Management was having their annual mustang sale. They round up the
wild horses from the west and adopt them out to the public. When they come
to a town all the horses they bring are adopted out or made into dog food,
they don't get a return trip.

I got there very late as I had to work that morning. I walked into the barn
and started looking at what was left. All the good looking yearling horses
were gone by that time. I thought I might just wait until the next year
when a group of people came up to me and asked if I had seen the
Palomino. I told them I hadn't and they said I should look at him.

One said, "It's a shame, he is so beautiful and if no one adopts him they
will put him down".

I asked "why doesn't anyone want him?"

"He's three years old and still a stallion, most people are afraid of him"
was the reply.

I finally came to his stall and there in front of me was this gorgeous
stallion. He was about 15 hands high which was very big for a Mustang. He
was actually a Cremello, a pale cream color with just a hint of yellow to
it, not a Palimino. He had a white snip on his forehead and 3 white
socks. You could see the muscles rippling beneath his skin. He looked like
an equine version of a Greek God, the embodiment of masculinity and
virility. He carried himself with a great deal of pride and what might be
interpreted as defiance. There were lots of lookers but no buyers, admirers
but no suitors. My heart went out to him and although I was worried that I
would regret it I decided to adopt him. I filled out the paperwork and took
him home. When we got home I put him in his pen and went to bed as I had to
get up at 4 AM to go back to work.

After work, when I finished reading the training pamphlet the BLM gives
with each adoption I went out to the pen to try to begin gentling my new
horse. The pamphlet stated that it would probably be several weeks to
possibly months before your mustang allowed you to even touch him. It
seemed that his curiosity was stronger than his fear and it wasn't long
before I was able to coax him over to me with a with a handful of fresh
grass. To my surprise within 15 minutes I was not only touching him but he
allowed me to hug him. We seemed to have a natural affinity for each
other. It was like it was just meant to be.

Now I needed a name. I thought of my hero Alexander the Great and his
taming of the great horse Bucephalus. He was going to leave the horse fair
unsold because everyone was afraid of him, but Alexander saw what others
could not and tamed this great horse. I decided I would name my horse
Boukephalos which is probably the original spelling and pronunciation that
Alexander would have used. I called him Bouki for short. It was the
beginning of long, strange and wondrous relationship.

Within a month Bouki had been gentled enough that I was able to let him
loose from his pen into the pasture. He soon became very fond of me and
would come running to the gate to see me as soon as my Subaru Brat pulled
into the drive way. He was very affectionate with me and went out of his
way to make body contact with me. To my surprise I would often get aroused
when I was petting or hugging this big, strong masculine stud. He also
seemed to get aroused as he would drop his huge cock from his sheath and
get a hard on. His erect penis was literally as big as my arm, with a huge
domed head, even for a stallion he was well hung. Being a Cremello his
member was a very pale pink. His balls were each the size of a small
grapefruit and hung in a nice tight sexy scrotum. I was secretly proud that
my boy was such a well endowed stud. Several times I tried to help him out
with a hand job, but whenever I touched him he would lose his erection.

He loved for me to scratch the base of his tail. When I did he would lift
his tail and swing his butt around so I was looking at his cute little pink
pucker. It almost seemed like he was inviting me to do more, but I just
figured that it was wishful thinking on my part.

He also embarrassed me when company would come because he liked to show it
off. Whenever a stranger was around he would pop a woody and flex it. They
couldn't help but notice it. Many would joke about it, but most couldn't
keep their eyes off of him. He just exuded machismo, virility and
sexuality.

From the beginning I was gentle but firm with him. When you are dealing
with an animal that is 8 to 10 times your weight they have to know who is
boss or you can get killed. Animals understand consistency and a firm hand,
it makes them feel safe and secure. Fortunately he understood fairly
quickly that I was the Alpha of this herd and he never challenged my
authority. I had been worried, like everyone else who had looked at him at
the mustang sale, that this big stallion would want to challenge my
authority. What I figured would be the greatest challenge in training him
seem to be the easiest thing of all.

I worked at trying to get him trained so I could ride him but he spooked
whenever he saw something new. That is a great trait when you are trying to
keep a herd safe from predators but not so good when you are trying to
carry a rider. Because he was not raised in captivity every thing was new
and he would bolt at the slightest shadow or strange sound. Things were
improving but we still had a long way to go. I just wished that I could get
him to trust me to keep him safe.

Chapter 2: Lightning

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I was in the house when the thunderstorm started. We have them daily in
Central Florida, many of them are spectacular. I had just got home from
work on a Friday that was the start of my long weekend. I worked a 7 day
rotating shift at the laboratory. The rotation was set up so you only had 1
weekend a month off but you were off for 5 days. I was unwinding in my
recliner with a Corona while watching this fantastic light show out the
back window. I noticed that Bouki's lead rope was tangled in the fence. He
was straining against the rope trying to pull free. I was worried lightning
would hit the fence and electrocute him. So I ran out in the downpour to
free him. I grabbed his halter and pulled him closer to the fence so I
could have some slack to free him. Part of my hand was touching his
jaw. With my other hand I started to untangle his lead rope from the barbed
wire. All of a sudden I saw a flash and that was the last thing I
remembered for a while.

I awoke to someone nudging me and asking, "Are you OK?"

I opened my eyes, all I could see was Bouki standing next to me, with his
head next to my ear. I asked, "who said that?"

To my astonishment Bouki said "I did! Are you OK?"

"Obviously not, my horse is talking to me. I'm either dreaming, delirious
or hallucinating. Other than that I'm soaking wet and I feel like I got hit
by a fucking truck."

"We got struck by lightning, it went through you into me. I guess you got
it worse, it just knocked me over."

"I better go to the hospital, obviously something is still wrong with
me. Why am I answering you, you can't possibly know what I am saying."

"Of course I do."

That was the last straw. I staggered to the Brat and still soaking wet
drove myself to the emergency room. The doctors checked me out nine ways to
Sunday but found nothing wrong with me. They told me I was lucky to be
alive but other than a slight burn where the electric entered and exited my
body I was completely normal. I didn't tell them a word about the talking
horse, I didn't want to end up in a mental institution. Besides I had
already convinced myself that I had imagined it. They kept me overnight for
observation and then released me in the morning. I drove home and as I
pulled into the driveway Bouki ran up to the truck like he always did. I
went up to him to give him a hug and he asked me, "what did the doctor
say?"

I was floored! I ran into the house, I had to think this over. I finally
came to the conclusion that the lightning had somehow transferred some of
my traits into Bouki. Either that or I was going stark raving mad. I
wondered if any of Bouki's traits had transferred to me.

My reverie was interrupted by Bouki yelling, "Please come out, I'm afraid".

I never thought of how confused and scared my poor horse must be. I went
out into the pasture and replied "I'm sorry Bouki, what do you want?"

"Are you alright, you are acting strange?"

"I'm OK, just a little confused. Are you alright?"

"I guess. I have been so happy here. I'm just afraid that you won't want me
any more now that I have changed. Please don't give me away, I love you
master."

I put my arms around his neck and gave him a big hug. "Bouki I would never
give you away. I have been so happy with you, you've always been so
friendly, affectionate and obedient. Besides where else would I get such a
sexy horse" I said winking at him.

"Do you really find me sexy?"

"Hell yeah, you're big, strong, handsome, chiseled out of stone and in case
you haven't noticed you're hung like a fucking horse" I laughingly replied.

If a horse could blush he would have. "I think you are really sexy too," he
replied shyly. "To a horse dominance is the sexiest thing. And even though
you were good and kind to me you made it clear in no uncertain terms that
you were my Alpha. It is also the Alpha's duty to protect the herd members
and that was the second time you saved my life. I know that if you wouldn't
have adopted me they would have made me into dog food. Therefore I loved
and respected you and thought you were totally hot. There were so many
times I couldn't keep from getting a stiffy."

It was my turn to blush. "if you thought I was sexy why did you lose your
erection every time I tried to jack you off?"

"I was afraid you would think I was trying to assert dominance over you. My
father was one of the most powerful stallions on the plains. I loved my
father. He had a huge harem and my mother was the most dominant mare in the
harem. So of all his offspring I was the biggest, strongest and most
sexually precocious. He felt I was the biggest danger to his continued
leadership of our family group. So when I was 2 and started getting
erections when the mares came in season he chased me out. In the year that
I was on my own before I was captured I managed to amass my own family of 3
mares. I was one of the youngest family stallions when I was captured, but
despite that I am happier here with you. So every time you touched me it
reminded me of what got me kicked out of my fathers herd. I got afraid I
was going to be exiled again. I don't want to have to leave."

An idea was beginning to form in my head. "Bouki you seem to be willing to
accept me as your master, right?"

"Of course, Master."

"I am going to ask you to trust me completely and obey me blindly no matter
what I ask you to do. In return I promise I will always try to do what is
in your best long term interest. Do you trust me on this?"

"Yes Master. You risked your life to save me, that proves you want to
protect me"

"Follow me," I said and led him into the barn. I spread some straw out on
the floor and covered it with a large blanket. I led him to the blanket.

"I want you to crouch down until you are all the way on your stomach."
Bouki crouched down. I removed the shorts I was wearing revealing my very
average sized erection (although it did seem larger than it normally
was). I knelt behind Bouki and told him to lift his tail. He turned his
head to look at me as he lifted his tail, I swear it looked like he was
grinning. I spit on my hand and used it to start lubing his virgin
ass. "I've got you in a completely submissive position and I am going to
assert my dominance and mastery of you by fucking your tight little virgin
ass." I started working one finger in and out of his ass. "You are going
surrender to me completely and I am going to mark you as mine." I added a
second finger. "Then there will be no question as to who is the Master and
who is the Pet and you won't have to worry about me taking offense." I spit
on my hand again and used it to lube my dick.

"Please Master, put it in."

"Oh, is my little colt going to beg for his master's big cock?"

"Yes! Please Master, I've waited so long for you to take me."

Bouki lifted up a little and adjusted his position. At first I couldn't
figure out what he was doing, then I realized he was getting an erection
and he had to lift up a little so it could clear the ground. He settled
back down onto the ground. I noticed he was now sporting major wood which
was sticking out slightly to the right, the sight of which turned me on
even more. I reached around and gave it a few strokes, I couldn't even
begin to get my hand the whole way around it. "Is my naughty little pony
trying to embarrass his Master by showing how much bigger he is than his
Master. I think that deserves a major punishment," I said with an evil
grin.

"No Master, please I'm sorry I can't help it."

I spit on my cock again and lined it up. "I think the appropriate
punishment is fuck your tight little virgin asshole so hard that you won't
be able to walk right for a week." And with that remark I drove myself in
balls deep in one swift thrust. Of course it didn't really hurt him seeing
as with our size difference there was no way I could cause pain or damage
to my precious pet.

Bouki did his part and played it to the hilt. He let out a squeal and said
"Ooohh, you're so big, please don't hurt me Master"

I continued to fuck him slowly. I explored every crevice of my pet, he
positioned himself to take me as deeply as possible. I realized that on my
deepest penetrations I was able to hit his prostate. Whenever I did his
dick would twitch and he would let out a passionate moan.

"Ooooh Master, I was a really bad colt. I deserve to be fucked harder."

"Master is going to fuck you senseless and shoot his big load so deep it
will mark you as mine forever."

It was such a power rush having this big, powerful, virile stallion
quivering beneath me in a completely submissive position. Begging me not
only to take him but to own him, to master him. He had his tail lifted high
so I could watch myself slide in and out of his willing body. The room was
beginning to reek of sweat and sex, which drove me to take him even
harder. I wasn't going to be able to last much longer. I was down to the
deep short strokes, beating a good rhythm on Bouki's prostate. I felt him
writhe in passion beneath me and heard him cry out "Master I can't hold it
much longer."

"Well don't hold it. Let it go and surrender yourself to me completely." I
felt him clamp down on me and saw him release a torrent of semen. With each
spurt of semen came an accompanying clenching of his sphincter. It felt so
good almost like he was sucking the seed right out of me. I felt myself
reach the point of no return and knew it was time to mark this magnificent
creature as my personal property. I buried myself balls deep in him and
cried out "MINE" as I exploded deep in his virgin ass. My balls slammed up
against my body as I shot jet after potent jet as deeply into his eager
body as I could. It was the most intense orgasm of my life, made even more
pleasurable because I was sharing it with someone who worshiped me. I could
feel him breathing hard and trembling in the afterglow of his orgasm
beneath me. I didn't want the moment to end so I knelt there, still balls
deep in what used to be his most private place but was now my personal
property. After about a minute of this I realized I was getting hard
again. That was surprising, it usually takes at least an hour before I am
ready to go again.

I reluctantly pulled out, went to the sink and washed myself off. Then I
walked over to Bouki's head. As I was about to kneel down to give him a big
hug he surprised me and took me into his mouth. "I guess you just can't get
enough of your Master's big dick, can you?" He shook his head slightly and
continued to work me over. If I thought his rectum was velvety, it was
nothing compared to his big soft tongue. It was soft, warm and extremely
talented.

I grabbed him by the base of his ears and started to work myself in and out
of his mouth. I got such a high out of watching my dick sliding in and out
of his willing mouth. He continued to nurse eagerly on my manhood. "When I
come you are going to swallow it all, you better not miss a drop."

He nodded eagerly. With that I started to work even more aggressively into
his mouth. He whimpered as I assaulted his mouth. "Who would have thought
that a big stud like you would be such a natural cocksucker." I teased. I
caressed his brow as I looked down on his beautiful face. He looked back up
at me with complete acceptance and unconditional love. For the first time
in my life I had someone who truly loved me.

I pulled out because I was getting close and didn't want it to end
yet. Bouki looked concerned and asked, "did I do something wrong Master?"

"No, you are doing it too right, I am not ready to give you your reward
yet." I knelt down and kissed him for the first time ever. Or tried to
because he flinched when I put my lips to his. "Is my breath THAT bad?" I
joked.

"No Master, I was just worried you were going to bite me hard. I need to
learn to trust you and accept it even if it hurts."

"I had no intention of biting you, it is something people do when they love
each other. Just relax, trust me and follow my lead." I put my lips to his
and was soon running my tongue along his teeth. He got the idea and opened
his mouth. I chased his velvety tongue around his mouth and eventually
caught it. We then had an excellent bout of tongue wrestling. The smell and
taste of his mouth was surprisingly clean, just a light chlorophyll taste
and a smell like freshly cut grass. I pulled back a little and sucked his
upper lip into my mouth. I nibbled on it and ran my tongue over it as we
broke the kiss.

"Well what did you think of kissing."

"It was really good but I'd rather suck Master's cock" he replied
breathlessly.

"Such a naughty little pony. But if that's what you want..."

I stood up again and his head dove for my cock. He took all of it in and
massaged it with his tongue. He continued to worship my cock until I could
no longer hold back. "Swallow it all" I said as I exploded into his mouth
and he gleefully swallowed every last drop.

"Thank you Master."

"You were a VERY GOOD pony, Master is very pleased with his pet."

I told him to lie on his side, which he did without question. I crawled
between his front legs and laid down next to him so we were face to face
like new lovers should be. I started rubbing his ears which I knew was a
special treat to him and looked in his eyes. "Now that I own you
completely, from your talented mouth to your tight little pucker, you have
no reason to worry. I know you love me. I want you to know that I love you
just as much. I'm never letting you go even if you want me to." I kissed
him tenderly, lovingly and hugged him tightly.

"Now that we've defined who is master and who is pet we can get down to
just having fun. As long as you are responding in a loving way I will never
take offense. From now on I want you to respond when I play with that
python you've got hanging between your legs. And I plan to play with it
plenty. Plus I have other plans for it." He just grinned as we cuddled
together and drifted off to sleep.

To be continued?