Date: Sat, 13 Oct 2007 20:03:19 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Little House on the Prairie 9

Chapter 9
Learning Men's Games

I got up early the next morning and put on my cowboy outfit and rushed
out to the stable. The cowboy was already there waiting for me. He told
me that this would be his last day, so he wanted to show me something
special. We cleaned up the pony and I rode him bareback and without a
bridle for a little bit and then the cowboy led me to the ladder into the
hayloft. The cowboy followed me up the ladder, which I climbed very
slowly so that he could play with my behind as we climbed. Every time I'd
stop and pretend to be afraid, he'd bite my behind to get me going again.
As long as I'd keep going, he'd rub between my legs to let me know how
good I was doing. I stopped and pretended to be afraid at almost every
rung of that ladder.
Once we got up in the loft the cowboy lifted me up on top of a bale of
hay and slowly and carefully stripped me naked, caressing and fondling my
boy body the entire time. When I was completely naked, he got down on his
knees and licked all over my middle, to make sure I was clean, he said.
My little pee-pee was so hard from him handling me that I thought it
might break. The cowboy picked up my chaps and put them back on me,
carefully adjusting them so that they were really tight and smooth around
my waist and both my legs. We both felt all over my bare parts and my
smooth leather covered parts and agreed that I felt very sexy.
He asked me if I was ready for my presents and I said, 'Oh yes, I'd like
them very much please'. The cowboy reached into his bag that he'd left up
in the loft earlier and pulled out the piece of rosewood he'd been
carving on. It was very beautiful with pretty grains and had been very
smoothly finished, looking like it had been waxed to such a high gloss
that it shined. It was shaped like a pear with a "T" shaped handle
sticking out of the bottom of the fat part. A hole had been drilled into
the handle and bunch of long hairs from my pony's tail glued in the hole
and hanging just like a real pony's tail.
"If you're going to be a real cowboy you have to learn how to be trained
and to be rode hard and put up wet. I made you this pony tail so that you
could pretend to be a pony while I show you how to get ridden real hard.
Sound good to you?"
I jumped up and down in excitement. "For me?" I jumped up on him and put
my arms around his neck. "Cowboy, I want you to train me real good and
ride me really hard." He grabbed my behind in both hands and stuck his
tongue all the way into my throat while he squeezed and played with my
hot butt. We both got real excited and then the cowboy put me back down
on the hay bale and told me to spread my feet far apart. He told me that
we didn't have much time, so he was going to have to hurt me some to get
me trained, but if it got to hurting too much I was to raise my hand and
he'd stop until I was ready to go again. He asked me if I understood and
I said, 'Yes sir'.
The cowboy put his hand on the small of my back and told me to bend over
and put my hands on the hay without bending my knees. I was pretty
flexible so that wasn't any problem. While I watched him between my legs,
the cowboy took off all his clothes and got back on his knees behind me
and started kissing me and licking me and biting me all over my bottom,
making my little hole very wet in the process. Before long I was moaning
a lot and trying to push my hole closer to his mouth which seemed to help
him to keep sticking his tongue up inside of me which just made me moan
even louder.
I was starting to get pretty wild when the cowboy leaned back and started
to rub my behind with the wood carving he made for me. About the time the
small part of the pear started pushing into my bottom I figured out just
where that horse tail was going to end up (pun intended). I pushed and
the cowboy wiggled it all around but the fat part of the pear just
wouldn't go inside of me and I kept tottering like I was going to fall
off the hay bale. Finally the cowboy said that he didn't have time to
play around and that he'd loosen me up proper. He put his left foot up on
the hay bale and picked me up and draped me across his naked leg.
Five or six swats with his big hand across my little bottom got my
complete attention. He put his long middle finger into his mouth and got
it really wet and then carefully pushed it up inside my bottom hole. The
silent cowboy continued to give me swats and to work his fingers into my
bottom. At first he used all his different fingers, including his thumb.
Then he started using combinations of two fingers and finally he got
three fingers inside of me, although he had to spank my behind pretty
good to get me to loosen up for that.
Once he had me taking three fingers pretty easily, he put the nose of the
wood carving into his mouth to wet it and then, still holding me over his
knee so I couldn't move away, started pushing it firmly up inside of me.
Every time I'd start to tighten up he'd give me a swat with his other
hand so that I had no option but to open up and accept the wooden warmth
of the invader. The big bulb cruelly stretched my little poop hole and it
hurt a lot as it was forced into me. At the same time there was a
wonderful feeling of being held in a helpless position by this big,
strong, hairy man and used for his pleasure. I was totally at the mercy
of the merciless cowboy as he forced the big bulb to stretch my hole
wider and wider until the fat bulb was in the middle of my chute.
He gave me a reprieve and quit pushing to allow me to adjust to the
globular invader stuck in the middle of my chute. My muscles kept
twitching and clenching as he rubbed his rough hand all over my bottom,
calming me down. He pulled back on the "T" handle and I clenched my
bottom muscles tight, afraid that it would pull out of me. He started
pushing and pulling the handle making my guts move back and forth across
his hairy leg. The more the cowboy played with me the more excited I got.
My hole opened up and as the fat bulb finally went all the way inside of
me I felt my tube close down around the shaft of the "T". The cowboy
pulled on the handle several times to make sure the wooden device was
firmly held and then he put me back on my feet. My behind felt strange
with that thing stuck up inside of me and I stood there with my feet
apart.
"Well. Now you look like a little pony!" the cowboy proudly said, patting
my behind.
I turned my head and looked behind me and I had a tail just like my
pony's. The cowboy had put the hairs into the plug at an angle so that
they stuck out behind me when I was standing up. I wiggled my bottom and
my new tail swished from side to side. I laughed and jumped off the hay
bale. I ran around the small hayloft, dodging the cowboys attempts to
snag me as I ran past him. That thing in my bottom felt very strange as I
moved around, and I liked the feeling very much. Between the feeling of
the big piece of wood stuck inside me and the stroking/tickling of my
long tail, I was really enjoying myself as I ran and pranced all around
the loft.
The cowboy finally caught me around the middle and lifted me into his
arms. He held me belly down and felt all over my middle. Playing with my
little erection and dangling testicles, patting my bottom as he stroked
and pulled lightly on my new tail. He even stuck a finger inside me to
make sure the wooden plug was seated firmly and completely inside of me.
My big cowboy asked me if I liked my new tail and I said, "Oh, yes. I
like it very much. Is it my very own to keep?"
"If I let you keep it, will you give me a present too?"
"I'll give you any present you want because you are so nice to me. But if
you want a special present like my new tail, I'll try to get it for you."
"As a special present, would you let me train you like a pony before I
have to leave tomorrow?"
"Will you train me like you did my pony?"
"Yes. Just like your pony. I'll have to switch you if you don't perform
correctly though."
"I'd like that very much. I want to be a very good pony with my new tail.
If I'm a very good pony, will you breed me before you leave?"
"I promise my little pony-boy. I'll train you hard and put you up wet.
Now stand back up on the hay bale and I'll put on your new harness."
He put me back on my feet on the bale and I was trembling with eagerness
to find out what he had in mind to do with me. He reached into his
saddlebags again and pulled out a handful of straps that he quickly
sorted out and slipped over my head and started adjusting to fit me. It
was a bridle just like my pony's but designed to fit on my head. Leather
straps went over and around my head, behind my neck and down my cheeks.
The cowboy forced my jaws open and slipped a hard rubber bit into my
mouth that a strap behind my head held tightly in my mouth. He tied the
reins to a ring in the wall so that my face was held in place.
He buckled a strap to the back of the heavy leather belt of my chaps and
brought it down between my legs. The strap was split to fit around my
tail and split again to fit on either side of my little wiener and ball
sac. The two ends went back under the front of my chaps belt and buckled
into place. He pulled the straps up nice and tight so that they held my
wooden tail holder even more firmly in place. There were two smaller
straps riveted to the main straps right next to my tiny equipment.  The
straps were slit so that they could be laced through each other, trapping
my penis and testicles tightly between them. The cowboy then wrapped the
loose ends firmly around my penis and buckled them in place. The
constriction and the feel of the leather and the cowboys hands rubbing on
me made me very hard and sensitive.
Leather cowboy gloves with heavy cuffs that had fringes and two leather
straps went over my hands the leather straps wrapped around my wrists and
then through the sides of my chaps fastening my hands solidly to my
waist. Every time I pulled up on my hands all the straps were pulled even
tighter around my penis and into my bottom. I was very excited and could
hardly wait for my training.
The cowboy took a stiff riding crop out of his saddlebags and then untied
my reins from the wall. I wanted to play, but he was very serious and
made me pay attention to my training with sharp snaps of the ridding crop
to my bottom. That really stung, but I actually liked the feeling of him
controlling me and spanking my bottom so severely. He guided me around
the loft, teaching me to respond properly to the reins. Once I was able
to properly interpret the commands to turn left or right, to stop and go
and to rest quietly, he began to teach me my paces. To quietly walk with
my behind stuck out and moving back and forth to work my tail to best
advantage.  To trot, jiggling my little wiener a lot and making my tail
dance. To pace, lifting my knees very high which made the wooden plug
work around inside of my bottom a lot and got me very excited.
The cowboy pulled me up and made me stand quietly while he took the reins
off my bridle and replace them with a long lounge line. He put down the
crop and took up a short whip and started making me run in circles around
him. Teaching me to canter and gallop was easy but it took a lot of whip
work to teach me to use the right leads. My back and behind and upper
legs were crisscrossed with light red lines by time I'd learned my leads
and direction changes properly.
I was panting through the bit in my mouth and sweating pretty good by
time I learned my gaits well enough to suit the cowboy. He put the reins
back on my bridle and drove me up on the hay bale again. Loosening my
crupper straps he pulled the wooden plug out of my bottom. I objected to
loosing my tail, but a couple of sharp raps from the crop quieted my
opposition and made me pay attention as the plug pulled my butthole
inside out. The cowboy quickly replaced the plug with his cock, driving
it up inside me all the way with one quick motion. I jumped, but he
pulled on the reins and quickly got me under control. Using the reins and
the crop the cowboy quickly taught me to do all my paces, including the
full gallop, standing right there in front of him. We both especially
liked it when I paced. The higher I lifted my knees, the more his cock
would move in and out of me as I moved. The jiggling of my fast trot
seemed to especially please the cowboy.
He finally laid me down on my belly on the rough bale of hay and rode me
hard until I could feel him slamming into me so violently that I was
scooting across the slippery straw as he filled me with his hot cowboy
juices. The feeling of having the big cowboy cover me like a stallion on
a mare was wonderful and I wanted him to fuck me even harder.
The cowboy laid on me for a while as he trembled and drooled the last of
his juice into my tight bottom. He finally got up off of me and put my
tail back in place, tightening the straps up even further than the last
time. He put me back on the lounge line and trained me some more while he
rested, making me go round and round and up and over the hay bale while
he sat on the floor and popped me with the whip every time I slowed down.
My sweating body finally excited him into another erection again and he
pulled me up to a trembling, panting halt.
He unsnapped the bit and took it out of my mouth. He replaced the bit
with a strange device that had two rubber wedges that he forced between
my teeth and all the way back in my mouth so that my jaws were held wide
open. An iron bar shaped like a horseshoe connected the two wedges and
went behind my head. He pulled the straps up tight and I couldn't shut my
mouth at all and felt the spit drooling out of my mouth. The cowboy put
me up on my knees on the hay bale and made me bend over his crotch. I
couldn't hold myself up with my hands, so I fell forward until my face
landed in his pubic hair with his cock all the way down my throat. I
gagged and choked but he just pulled my face into his crotch with the
reins and started bouncing me off his pubes, deep fucking my throat and
letting me gasp short breaths of air as I snorted and choked on his rigid
member. I couldn't really suck on him with the wedges in my mouth, but if
it didn't keep my throat nice and tight for him, he'd use the crop on my
behind. It didn't take him long to fill my throat with more of his juice
as I strained to swallow him even deeper.
When he was done shooting down my throat, the cowboy lifted me up and put
me in his lap as he sat down on the bale of hay. He cuddled me and told
me what a good little ponyboy I was and how much he enjoyed riding me. He
licked my lips and ran his tongue around my wide-open mouth, teasing my
tongue and playing with the rubber wedges between my teeth. He asked me
if my jaws hurt from being held open like that and I nodded 'Yes'. He
asked me if my jaws hurt more that my bottom did and I nodded 'Yes'
again. He said he could fix that and lifted me up and put me belly down
on his rough denim clad legs. He lifted my tail out of the way and gave
me a really good spanking that pretty much took my mind off of the pain
in my wide-stretched jaws.
The cowboy's penis got very hard again while he was spanking me. He
finally asked me if my jaws felt better now and I nodded 'Yes' very
emphatically. He stood me up on my feet and rubbed me down with his work
roughened hands, paying special attention to my rigid little wiener and
my sore bottom. He told me that I had one more lesson coming because he
wanted to give me one last good hard ride before he had to leave. He said
that he didn't want me making any noise to attract attention but that he
had another bit for my bridle that would take care of that. He reached
into his saddlebags again and attached blinders to the headstall of my
bridle so that I could only see straight ahead. Then he carefully took
the wedges out of my mouth. Before I could close my mouth he pushed a red
rubber ball into my mouth and snapped it into place. I tried to roll my
eyes at him, but he just took up the reins and snapped my bottom with the
crop to get me moving. He guided me downstairs and into my pony's box
stall.
He tied my reins to a ring in the wall of the stall and put my pony's
bridle on and attached a lounge line. He unsnapped my reins and put me up
on my pony's back, making sure my tail stuck out behind me. He took up
the long whip and led the pony and me to the corral out back. He lunged
the pony at a walk for a while and I could feel the pony's muscles
working underneath my naked bottom. Sitting bare bottomed on the pony's
spine was pushing the wooden plug even further into my bottom. Once he
saw I had my balance, the cowboy snapped the whip and moved the pony
smoothly into a slow canter. The motion of the pony under me as he ran
and changed leads caused my poor bottom to rub back and forth over the
stiff hairs of his back. The constant rubbing felt very good and made my
little peter get even stiffer.
As soon as he saw I was excited by the ride the cowboy pulled the pony
down into his rough trot. I had to grip tightly with my legs to stay on
and the pony's spine started pounding the wooden plug into my bottom. I
had a little-boy trembling orgasm almost immediately. The cowboy kept the
pony trotting and I started having orgasm after orgasm, one hardly
stopping before the wooden plug started the next one to shake through my
sweating body. Orgasm after orgasm coursed through my body until I was
ready to fall off the pony.
Just as I started to slide off the pony's back the cowboy pulled him up
to a stop and grabbed me off his back. I wrapped my legs around the
cowboys middle and immediately began hunching up against him, trying to
relieve the pressure that had built up in my groin. The cowboy took the
bridle off my pony and quickly carried me into the barn and back up into
the loft. He put me down and quickly stripped off his clothes. He pulled
his chaps out of his saddlebags and pulled the worn leather on over his
naked legs and fastened them around his waist with the wide leather belt,
leaving his erection and naked balls hanging obscenely in front of my
face. He pulled his boots back on and put his big cowboy hat on his head.
I was stunned by how masculine and sexy he looked.
The cowboy's deep voice asked me if I was ready to be rode hard. I nodded
'Yes' eagerly. He threw a saddle blanket over the hay bale and pushed me
down until my face was buried in the horse sweat smelling blanket. The
cowboy took hold of my wooden invader and pulled it part way out,
stretching my hole until it felt like it might tear. He pushed it back in
and immediately pulled it even further out of me. Over and over he
stretched my tight boy hole with the big wooden wedge until all I do was
moan around the rubber ball that stretched my jaws wide and made them
ache as the thrusting plug controlled my body. My peter was constantly
tingling as my body convulsed over and over with orgasm after orgasm.
Without my hardly noticing it, the burly cowboy replaced the lunging plug
with his plunging cock, taking up the reins and crop and riding me at a
full gallop, slamming into my bottom so hard and fast that I barely had
time to slide back and forth inside of my skin as I was rammed forward
and sucked back. The cowboy suddenly stood up and put me on my feet,
never sliding all the way out of me as he made me go through all of my
paces while still impaled on his thrusting cock. I could feel his leather
clad thighs rubbing against my bottom as he thrust up into me and the big
buckle of his cowboy belt as he thrust down into my bottom. He used the
crop to keep me moving at a good pace as he feverishly fucked me faster
and faster.
The sweating, excited cowboy finally lifted me off the bale and put my
feet on the loft floor, spreading his knees and bending them deeply so
that his wet cowboy cock could stay up inside me. He pushed me over until
bent in half at the waist and then used the reins and crop to drive me
like I was hooked up to a buggy. I could feel the buggy shaft moving in
my bottom as I strained to pull the buggy as fast as I could jumping
around and running in place as the reins pulled at the rubber ball in my
mouth and both the short whip and the crop were used to keep me moving. I
didn't think of myself as a little boy any more but thought only of being
the perfect ponyboy for my cowboy who was giving me such a good ride. The
better I did, the harder he rode me, much to my pleasure.
The cowboy suddenly pulled me to a stop and stood up, slurping his bright
red organ out of my bottom. He sat down heavily on the saddle blanket
covered hay bale and, without any sort of warning, pulled me over his
knees and started spanking me hard and fast. His erection thumped against
my tummy as the blood rushed into my dangling head and heating bottom as
my vision turned red and my behind began flaming.
Abruptly, the skin on my tummy was jerked loose from where it was stuck
by our sweat to his leather chaps as I was pulled off his lap and tossed
onto my back on the saddle blanket. The cowboy moaned as the swollen head
of his erection touched my hot bottom and plunged inside my now loose
hole. I threw my legs up and out to the sides so that my cowboy could
rape his ponyboys eager hole. Panting and dripping sweat all over me, the
cowboy immediately began riding me as hard as he could. I worked hard,
urging him to even greater effort. Slapping and pounding against my
behind, the cowboy arched his back until he could reach my face with his
swollen lips. He began licking and kissing all over my face and neck and
ears, paying especial attention to my mouth where my lips were stretched
over the shape of the red rubber ball. His tongue probed into my ears as
his organ sought my depths. His tongue licked up the sides of my neck as
his cock long stroked my bottom. His mouth and lips sucked at mine,
causing me to pant with desire as the wide rim of his stubby dick teased
the opening of my hole which caused both sets of lips to swell and
engorge with my now pounding blood.
His teeth fastened to the nape of my neck as he went crazy, pounding into
me frantically with powerful thrust after slamming thrust. I felt the
final swelling of his raw meat and hot splashes against my insides as he
planted his seed as deeply into my swollen tissues as he could reach in
his mindless frenzy. I went rigid, clamping down on him with all my
strength as his teeth clamped into my flesh and he arched into me,
grinding his stiff pubic hair into my now trained bottom as he strained
to plant every wiggling sperm he could into me.
The sweaty cowboy finally collapsed on top of me in exhaustion, crushing
me beneath his muscular body. I rotated my face into his hairy chest and
rubbed my lips against his still stiff nipple as I felt his worn raw
organ getting soft inside my bottom. There was nothing I could do to keep
him inside of me or to keep him from staggering off my sweat soaked body.
I laid there trying to catch my breath as the cowboy got dressed. He came
back to me and lead me to the wall and tied my reins up short to the
staple in the barn post. Sliding some fingers into my wide open bottom,
he kissed my forehead and stroked my trembling, sweaty body with his
other work roughened hand. "I sure wish I could take you with me," he
said. He moved back to where I couldn't see him because of the blinders
on my headstall. He slid my tail back into my bottom and gave me one last
pat on the rump.
I heard him sigh and then pick up his saddlebags and climb down the
ladder. I stood there with our combined sweat runneling down my shaking
body and the cowboys juices running down my legs as tears flowed down my
face as I realized that I was never going to see my cowboy again.

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