Date: Fri, 18 Mar 2022 02:58:36 +0000
From: Dave Arnold <bigstuddog@live.com>
Subject: Wild Horses Part 4 Midnight Rambler

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Wild Horses
Part 4
Midnight Rambler

Comments and constructive criticism are encouraged. Thanks to wolf_lover
for help proof reading this story, he has been a great help.

Bouki and I woke early the next morning with my arms still around his
neck. I kissed him good morning and we got up. I gave him some sweet feed
for breakfast and went into the house and made myself some oatmeal for
breakfast. I watched the news and read the paper to catch up with what was
going on in the world. I wanted to give Bouki time to digest his breakfast
before we started working on his new lesson. After an hour I went back out
to the barn.

I led Bouki over to the tack area. I saddled him and put his bridle on,
then led him out into the yard.

"Bouki, this is the last day of my long weekend. Unfortunately I am going
to have to go back to work, at least until I can figure out a way that we
can work together. We are going to learn some new things. For the first one
I want you to crouch down on your belly."

Bouki folded like a cheap suit and hit the ground with his tail in the
air. "Ready Master," he said as his cute little pucker winked at me.

"You are insatiable. No that's not what we are doing." He shot me a major
look of disappointment.

"Now it is time for work, if you do a good job I promise I'll reward you
later. One of the things Alexander's Boukephalos was known for was that he
would crouch down for Alexander to get on his back then stand up instead of
making Alexander mount him in a standing position. Do you think you could
do that for me, or are you too proud for that?" I teased.

"I can do it!"

I stepped over him, sat in the saddle and grabbed the reins. "OK, let's
go."

He smoothly got to his feet. I adjusted my feet in the stirrups and lightly
dug my heels into his ribs and we were off for a ride around the
pasture. We were soon moving like a team again, seamlessly and in
unison. It was exhilarating; we were both having a great time. After a 15
minute session, of cutting imaginary cows, we pulled up to the gate. I told
Bouki that I needed to get down. He slowly eased himself down so I could
step out of the saddle.

I went out, grabbed two landscaping timbers, brought them into the pasture
and placed them parallel, about 5 feet apart. Bouki looked with puzzlement
from his prone position. I mounted back up and told Bouki, "Today, you are
going to start learning how to jump."

"I know how to jump, I'm not stupid Master."

"I know you're not stupid, you're going to learn how to jump with a rider
on your back. I need you to know how to jump with me riding you. When you
learn how to jump the fence with me on your back, I promise you a big
surprise. What I want you to do is just jump over the two boards." Bouki
galloped to the timbers and carefully jumped them. I let him jump about 5
times then I made the jump about 8 feet wide. He cleared that easily. I got
down and got two cinder blocks and another land scape timber.

I put the cinder blocks on their end between the two timbers and placed the
third timber on top of them. This meant that the jump was 8 feet wide and
20 inches high in the center. Bouki cleared this easily, we did this a half
a dozen times with no close calls. I then rode him a couple of times around
the pasture slowly to cool him down. I didn't want to work him too hard at
a new motion. I wanted him to work into jumping slowly.

We trotted to the barn and Bouki crouched down for me to dismount. I
removed his tack and started to rub him down. He moaned every time I hit a
sweet spot and soon I had all the knots massaged out of his sexy muscular
body. It was now time to hose him down. I stripped out of my clothes, I
then started hosing him down with lukewarm water to get the salt and sweat
off of him. I put a very dilute shampoo in his coat and rinsed it out. It
was becoming a ritual, he knew what was next. He dropped that huge love
muscle, eager for me to clean it.

"The little pony is getting cocky, who said I wanted to see that little
thing now?" I asked.

Bouki apologized, "I'm sorry Master, but you always do that next. I
shouldn't have assumed...."

"Well you assumed right. Of course I want to see that big piece of stallion
meat as often as I can. It is so hot and sexy," I said as I washed it
off. As I finished rinsing it I said, "Not to mention tasty." I then took
his head into my mouth and started to work him over. "I'm glad when you are
a good boy. That way I can pretend I am rewarding you, instead of taking
what I want."

"It's shameless how you take advantage of a poor, helpless, naive colt." he
giggled.

"That's right and I intend to get plenty of colt cream out of this."

I jerked up and down on his shaft as I bathed his domed head with my
tongue. I was rewarded with a mouthful of precum. I swallowed some and used
the rest to lube his shaft. The room was already flooded with the heady
smell of sex. My little boy seemed to have a potent brew of pheromones,
because the smell was making me hornier by the second. It's funny, I didn't
remember being able to smell it so clearly before. There was a little left
and I used it to lube my own shaft. It seemed like it was still growing, it
was at least 8 inches now and the foreskin was getting more pronounced. I
got up and and grabbed my weight bench from the corner of the barn. I put
it under Bouki and lay on my back on it, right where I had perfect access
to the head of Bouki's huge dick. We were in 69 position and Bouki got the
idea quickly. He dove for my cock and immediately took it in his warm
velvety mouth.

"I want to see how still you can be and still cum." Since I couldn't fit
his whole head in my mouth I concentrated on his urethral process, sucking
on it and massaging it with my tongue while I stroked his shaft with both
hands. I could tell it was a real struggle for him not to give in and start
thrusting. I was amazed at how much self control he was developing. He shot
one or two more bursts of precum, then he tensed and unleashed the first
salvo of that delicious colt cream. I nursed the first shot out of him, but
I had to swallow or drown. The rest shot straight onto my chest all the way
down to my groin. I thought Bouki was trying to suck my balls up through my
cock. That was enough for me to bust my nut, and unlike me, Bouki didn't
miss a drop. Although that was an unfair competition, a man shoots a couple
of teaspoons while a stud stallion shoots a pint or more, and it shoots out
like a fire hose.

We caught our breath, then we moved over to the blanket.

"Bouki, I need to go back to work this evening, so we need to get some
sleep. I'm hoping we can get you trained to jump the fence by the time my
seven days of midnight shift are over.

We worked on jumping every morning when I came home from work, and after
our daily session we went through the same routine; rub down, bath, HOT
SEX. By the time my last day of midnight shift was over Bouki was able to
clear a five foot fence. After our short training session we went through
our usual ritual. But when we got to the part where Bouki dropped his
member I just washed it. He was shocked.

"Master, I thought I was good today, what did I do wrong?"

I went up and kissed his nose, and said, "You were great today, you aren't
being punished. In fact I plan on rewarding you. I have a big surprise for
you tonight; I want you to have a full load ready for tonight."

"What are we doing?"

"'We' aren't doing anything, it's what €˜you' will be doing. I'm not
saying anything else, it would ruin the surprise."

No matter how much he begged and pleaded, I wouldn't let him in on my
plans. In many ways he was like a child. He was sweet, naive, impulsive and
loving. Like a child he also was prone to hero worship. Just like a 5 year
old thinks his father is the greatest man in the world, Bouki thought his
Master was perfect. I hoped that would never change.

But unlike a child he was a completely mature powerful sexual creature, an
Alpha stallion saturated with testosterone. Self control is usually not a
quality common to stallions, especially such an alpha stallion. I was
amazed that he had been able to control those urges so far. He needed an
outlet for this side of him, and I was eager to provide it for him.

Instead of a sexual romp, we had a little quiet romantic time. While he lay
with his head on my lap, I rubbed his ears and told him how special I
thought he was and how much I loved him. He looked up at me with that
worshipful stare. It warmed my heart, I could ask for nothing greater than
the relationship we had.

At noon we ate lunch and went to bed. I had been sleeping on the floor with
him ever since he had changed. Even though the floor was uncomfortable, I
didn't want to be away from him any more than I needed to be. We got up at
nine in the evening. I had a bite to eat and gave Bouki a pint of sweet
feed. I told him I wanted him to eat light because of what we were going to
do this evening. I packed up a back pack with a couple of rolls of vet wrap
and one squeeze bottle of an antiseptic rinse and one of plain water.

"Master, what are we going to do?"

"I'm not going to ruin the surprise. we aren't going until midnight anyway
so just relax and save up your strength." I was enjoying keeping him in
suspense, like a kid on Christmas Eve.

At around 11:45 I saddled him up, and led him out of the barn. It was a
beautiful cloudless night with a nearly full moon. That was great, there
would be enough light to see without a flash light. I would rather we
didn't draw attention to us. We went out the gate and down the road, Bouki
was cantering in excitement as we rode. We rode down the road with all the
big ranches on it. Most of the horses at these ranches were just kept in
the pasture all the time. In Florida a lot of cattle and horses don't have
shelter, they just stay out in the weather like in the wild. Bouki was
whinnying again showing off like he usually did, which attracted all the
horses in the first pasture. Two or three of these mares came to the fence
and trumpeted back at him, these were the ones in heat. I turned Bouki
toward the fence.

"Do you think you can jump this fence?"

He looked back at me grinning, "Of course I can." And with that he took off
and cleared it with room to spare. I rode him to an area where the view
from the road was blocked by trees and brush. All the horses followed, but
the 3 mares in heat followed closely, flirting with him. They were
desperate; here was the first stallion they had been around in years. Not
only was he a stallion, he was a wet dream of an alpha stallion, one any
mare would dream of carrying his foal.

"I need to dismount." Bouki dropped to the ground so I could get
off. "Stand up." As he stood up I noticed that he was hard already from the
hormones the mares were emitting. While I was taking off his saddle, the
three mares were standing in front of him, tails in the air, winking their
vulvae at him. I was proud of his self control; no other stallion would
have waited so patiently while I did my work.

When I got all of his gear off, I said. "Well, here's some poontang for my
mustang." He groaned at my joke. "Let me know the order of your preference
of these ladies."

"Master, are you sure you won't be jealous that I am having sex with
someone else?"

"Hell no! You are breeding them, not making love to them. That's a Stud's
job. I want to see my little boy sire as many foals as possible. I'll only
be disappointed if you can't knock up all three of them. Do you think you
are enough of a stud to knock up all three of them in one night?" He was
bordering on losing control but through great effort he held on.

"Just watch me." he said then trumpeted and snorted like a typical alpha
stallion on the make.

He went over to the first mare, who lifted her tail straight up in the air,
winked her vulva at him and whinnied loudly at him. He sniffed her vulva
then licked it. She let loose a stream of urine. Bouki took a little in his
mouth and performed flehmen;testing her urine for the hormones and
pheromones. He then tested the other two and came back to me.

"They are all ready; if I breed them I will get them all in foal. The
chestnut mare is in one of her first seasons, she is definitely a
virgin. She makes me the most excited. The bay and the paint are probably
also virgins but I can't be sure."

"Which one makes you most excited?"

"The chestnut, then the paint followed by the bay."

"I think you should breed them in reverse order. That way, when you are
trying to squeeze off the last shot, you will have more incentive." I went
over to the bay, who lifted her tail when I touched her. I wrapped her tail
with vet wrap, to keep her hair out of the way. I left about ten strands
out of the wrap so I could hold on to them to pull her tail out of the way
when Bouki bred her. I then washed her vulva with antiseptic and then
rinsed it with water. "OK big guy, time to show me if you are a stallion or
a gelding."

"Oh Yeah. Watch this!"

He nuzzled her vulva which caused her tail to shoot up and over to the
side. I grabbed the hairs I had left unwrapped and pulled it to the
side. "Do you care it if I guide you in? That would make me feel more a
part of the breeding."

"Master, you know you don't have to ask. I belong to you, you own every
part of me. But besides that I would enjoy it."

He mounted the mare and I did my best to guide him in before his head got
too domed for easy penetration. Without much problem he hit the mark. He
took one exploratory thrust to make sure he was in, then all hell broke
lose. On the second stroke he hilted himself. On nearly every other thrust
he launched himself off of the ground driving that huge horse cock
home. Rough. Brutal. Dominant. The way an alpha stallion breeds a
mare. What a mare is looking for, to convince her that she is getting the
most dominant virile sire for her foal.

This mare was in heaven, begging her stud for his precious life giving
seed. I still had my hand part way around his shaft, letting it slide
through my fingers. I was part of the most primal act there was; an alpha
male passing his genes on to the next generation. I was sure his dick head
had domed up to its full size, stretching her cervix open on each
thrust. Readying it to receive the life giving semen that was going to
shoot straight into her womb. You could see her tremble as she orgasmed
again and again, readying her womb to receive the seed she so
desired. Their bodies were synchronizing, reading for the climax that would
bring about the next generation. Bouki was completely lost in lust now,
grunting and snorting with each powerful thrust. Finally I felt his semen
pulsing through his urethra under my fingers. His balls slammed up against
his body and his tail started flagging, a sure sign that he was ejaculating
into his mare. All three of us knew she would conceive from this
breeding. To my shock the excitement of the moment had caused me to blow my
load without even touching myself.

After shooting his huge load into the grateful mare for about half a minute
he dismounted. His still semi erect member pulled out with an audible pop
when that huge domed head pulled free. About a cup of semen poured out,
just a small portion of what he dumped into her. She was content but
exhausted as I removed the vet wrap from her tail.

"Well you tell me, am I a gelding or a stallion?" Bouki asked with pride.

"Dude, THAT was awesome, you are even more of a stud than I imagined and I
had high expectations. When it comes to sexual prowess, you are my hero!
The whole time you were hammering her I was wishing I was her. She will
never forget that stud service as long as she lives."

We rested while the two other mares tried to entice Bouki to breed them.

"Let me know when you are ready."

"I should be able to go again in about 10 minutes."

He was true to his word and started sporting wood in about 10 minutes. I
went and prepped the paint mare. I then stroked her vulva, she opened it
wide. I worked a couple of fingers in, soon I was in up to my wrist. She
was sopping wet, I gave her the old in and out a couple of times with my
hand, to get her prepared for his huge cock...

"There I've got her warmed up for you."

Bouki was almost wild eyed, the fact that someone else was in one of his
mares really had him going. The mating instinct of a wild horse had taken
him over completely. He leaped up, and before I could grab him to help him
in, he had hit the hole and buried himself balls deep in one thrust. She
let out a squeal of pain but she didn't move. He had torn her a bit, she
was bleeding slightly, but that turned her on even more. He thrust savagely
in and out of her, the intensity of the mating was almost frightening. His
big balls smacked against her on each thrust, as they readied themselves to
deliver the big load that would plant his foal in her womb.

He was trumpeting loudly as he built toward his climax, the mare was trying
her best to hold up under this assault. She was desperate to take the foal
of this incredibly alpha stallion. He continued to thrust savagely into
her, that huge domed head had spread her cervix open. On every thrust his
urethral process penetrated her cervix, when he climaxed he would shoot his
seed directly into her womb. With one final thrust he seated himself at the
entrance to her womb, and flooded it with stallion cum, as he screamed
triumphantly. His tail flagged with each gusher of semen he pumped into her
womb. After he finished he dismounted, his semi erect member pulled out
with an audible plop. Surprisingly little semen leaked out, nearly all had
shot directly into her womb.

Bouki was still trying to catch is breath. I went up to his head and rubbed
his ears. He grinned sheepishly at me. "Sorry Master, my instinct to sire
foals got the better of me. Seeing your hand in her got me jealous, I
should never be jealous of my Master."

"Hey it got your motor running so you could get her bred. I don't care if
you get jealous as long as you keep enough self control so you don't
physically harm me. Besides that was even hotter than the first one."

"I won't be able to go again for at least half an hour."

I sat down on a fallen cypress stump. "Crouch down here and lay your head
on my lap." He complied and I stroked his head and rubbed his ears to help
him relax. "You are doing great! Those mares are knocked up for sure, they
didn't have a chance. "

"They wanted it even more than I did, they have been waiting for a stallion
for a long time. I've been getting plenty of sex." he said as he smiled at
me.

About half an hour passed and Bouki got up. As I prepped the last mare, he
went over and tested her. She let out a stream of urine, which Bouki tested
and preformed flehmen, savoring the heady cocktail of hormones and
pheromones. He dropped his cock and started to get an erection, but he
couldn't get it all the way up.

"I think I got too carried away with the last one. I'm not sure I can get
it up again. " he said sheepishly.  I had an idea. "Well if you aren't
stallion enough, I think I know someone who is," I said teasingly as I
stepped out of my jeans and briefs. I was hard as a rock. I had grown
another inch since last week, I was now packing 9 thick, uncut inches and
my nuts were almost 3 times as big as they used to be. I backed her up to
the stump so I could stand on it and reach her snatch.

"I guess I'll be the one to take her cherry," I said as I peeled back my
foreskin and guided myself into her eager pussy. I buried it in one
thrust. I must have also gotten Bouki's interest in mares when we got
struck by lightning because I wanted to breed her so bad.

I started thrusting into her wildly. I grabbed her hips and slammed into
her again and again. I could feel her clamp down on me and try to milk the
seed out of me. To my surprise I realized I was snorting and grunting like
a stallion with each savage thrust. Like a stallion I lasted less than a
minute before I shot a huge load into her. She whinnied as she felt my seed
flood her vagina.

I looked over at Bouki and he was hard as a rock eager for his turn. He was
about to mount her when he stopped suddenly and sniffed my semen as it
dribbled out of her. He licked it and performed flehmen to test the
scent. I couldn't figure out why at the time. When he finished, he mounted
and I guided him in. Since she was lubed with my semen he was able to drive
it home easily. He started to thrust vigorously, much to the young mares
delight. He grunted and snorted, driving himself home again and again. I
kept waiting for him to cum, he appeared to be trying to, but he couldn't
seem to manage it. I knew he couldn't last much longer, if he couldn't cum
he would have to dismount.

I got behind him, worked my hand into his ass and massaged his
prostate. Within seconds he cried out "You're mine!" and blew a big load
into her. He must have squeezed every last drop out of his balls. With each
jet of semen he shot his sphincter clamped on my arm and his tail flagged
against me. After he finished he rested on top of her exhausted, instead of
dismounting. Finally, he dismounted and withdrew from the mare.

We rested for a while, me sitting on the log, Bouki laying down and resting
his head on my lap. I rubbed his ears for a while, then he got shakily to
his feet. I put his saddle and bridle on him and we started tor home. It
was everything he could do to clear the fence. As we rode home there was
none of the exuberance in Bouki that he usually showed when he carried
me. He was tired but happy, those mares had worn him out. I wasn't too
perky myself. We went through our ritual of rub down and bath, but when it
was time to wash his member that was all we did, neither of us could get it
up. We went over to the blanket and laid down, face to face. I kissed his
nose and he smiled.

"Thank you for the wonderful surprise Master. That made me feel like a real
stallion again. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't trade being your boy toy for
anything, but it was good to be dominant over something again."

"Bouki, it is such a turn on to see how dominant you can be. The more
dominant you are over others, the more it strokes my ego that you submit
totally to me. I love you to be dominant over everything except me. Just
think in about a year you will have three new children."

"I think it will only be two."

"I think you put plenty of semen in all three of them."

"Yes, but I think you bred the last one."

"I fucked her pretty good but human sperm can't knock up a mare."

"I know Master. When a stallion sniffs a mare he can tell if it is his
semen or another stallions. When I sniffed your semen, as it leaked out of
her, I smelled human semen and I smelled horse semen. It smelled like mine
in fact. With the way you have been growing, are you sure you aren't
producing both?"

"I don't know, I guess we can do a lot of experimenting to figure it
out. That ought to be fun!"

We both looked at each other with knowing smiles, then drifted off to
sleep.