Date: Tue, 25 May 2010 10:48:32 -0700
From: mdrx@juno.com
Subject: The Ranch Rauch 4

This story is completely fictional. It is about the relationship between me
and multiple guys and horses. Many forms and fetishes of bondage will be
used as well as severe punishment. Many twists, turns, and surprises are in
store. This is a multi-chapter story and after this one you might have to
read the ones before it to fully understand what is happening. I do a
recall in the first paragraph with the highlights of what went on in the
previous chapter. A full list of names and characters is available, but the
names of the characters in each chapter are mentioned before I begin that
chapter. If your name is used it is coincidental and the characters were
based on the personality of Masters, Sir's, boys, slaves, horses, girls,
and women I have known. I Have full permission from these personalities in
the before sentence to use them however I want.  A few of the characters
are minors, but they do not participate in any sex acts. If you are not 18
or if it is illegal for any reason you should not read this story and
should instead leave right away.

Copyright rules apply.

If you would like to suggest a fetish with horses or something wild or
crazy you would like me to include you are gladly encouraged to e-mailing
me at: mdrx@juno.com

Character list:

Mike: A lean fit muscular guy in his forties.

Master Rick: A lean fit muscular owner of a ranch and horse herd in his mid
fifties.

Master Wes: Same as Master Rick but a bit younger, does ranch and real
estate.

Bazooka: The lead stallion of the ranch.

The herd: Tar Baby, Gizmo, Twinkie, Comet, Daisy, Phantom, Dancer, Gambit,
and Thumper

Dad: Just a reference.

# 4 THE PONY RUNS

I wake up the next morning with a head ache and find myself on Bazookas
belly and he is upside down and I recall the ride and what happened last
night. I was stiff and sore and was shocked in the abdominal and dick
area. I sense Bazooka still sleeping and I snooze till he wakes up and
starts licking me in the face. I smile and say morning and he knickers
back.

I get up off him but he does not move as if wanting something from me. I
move to his head and starts rubbing his head. Bazooka opens his mouth and
grabs and yanks on my dick a few times and let's goes as if asking for
it. I do not hesitate and shift right in front of his mouth and say take it
all. He pulls my entire dick into his mouth and wraps his tongue around it
and starts sucking hard. My dick hardens fully and pulses at every suck and
in a moment later shoots deep into his throat. I gasp and Bazooka relaxes
and releases my dick.

I move so Bazooka can roll and get up thinking we are done. But he does
roll but only his rear and figure he wants it in the ass too. So I walk
around to his rear and his tail goes up and knickers to me as if to say
give me your best shot. I slowly push my hard rod into him and he grunts
and I start pounding him as hard as I could for repayment of what he did to
me the previous two days. I cum inside him but do not stop as I notice his
massive dick start to harden up. My hands reach under and start massaging
and squeezing his nuts and a moment later shoot a good sized load onto the
floor. I slow and pull out my dick and Bazooka stands up and I give him a
hug. I brush him down, turn him out and walk to the house.

Master Rick and Master Wes say morning and ask how do you feel? I reply my
head hurts from the beer and my abdominal muscles and dick seemed to tingle
from last night. My kegs are a bit stiff and sore but okay. Something also
strange happened last night. Both Master Rick and Master say oh as if
questioning. I explain about the music and hearing it when I was
young. Both Master Rick says strange. The wind and trees sometime sing when
conditions are right. Maybe the music will return when your mind is open
and new clues may present themselves.

Master Rick says you are apparently not as stiff and sore as you
state. Turn around. I turn and the TV comes on and there I am feeding my
dick and fucking Bazooka. I am surprised that they had a camera there and
mentioned that Bazooka asked for it. That he did said Master Rick. Have
breakfast.

After Breakfast Master Rick and Master Wes inspected my dick and nut sack
and spanked it firmly to make it hard. Then put a thong and force bent my
big dick to fit in it. Today you will be working with the other
horses. Bazooka would love more play with you but the others are in need of
stretching out their legs. Have you run long distance before? I say yes I
can run. I did a half marathon which is twelve miles in a reasonable time
and I run in the forest when time allows.

Master Rick says well, what we want you to do is pony the other horses. I
asked if I would be on an ATV and lead the horse in a trot. Master Rick
replied no, you will run and lead the horses on a path that runs about
three miles. I asked one or two at a time? One at a time says Master
Rick. Both Master Wes and I will prepare the horses. You will have a few
minutes between horses to drink a protein shake.

I was feeling pumped up at an all day run. I asked Master Rick that I would
need my running shoes and that I would need help with stretching myself
out. Master Wes will stretch you out and I will get the first horse ready.

Master Wes says go get your shoes and meet me outside by the hot tub. I
quickly get the shoes and meet Master Wes outside. Master Wes seemed to
have run before as he knew every stretch. So I felt loose and relaxed but
still a little sore. After that we walked into the barn and Master Rick was
waiting with a light brown horse with a cream mane. Master Rick says this
is Twinkie. She had a halter with her name on it and a thin cord attached
to it with quick clip on the end.

I extended my hand out and she sniffed and then licked it. I think she
smelled Bazookas scent on my hand. I gave her a pat on the neck and said I
was ready. Not yet says Master Wes. Go to the wall and spread your legs and
I do so and the thong taken off and I feel my nut sack being tied. I feel
my dick get harder as the string that tied my nut sack is clipped onto the
lead rope and we start walking. Master Wes explains that tying to your nut
sack will free your arm for running.

All the horses know they will be in trouble if they misbehave. You are to
run only fast enough to get them to trot. The path is a loop that starts
and ends at the road behind the barn. The horses will play with your nut
sack while you run but I think you will love the attention.

We all start walking to the road. Once you get back to the road you will
walk the rest of the way in. so both you and the horses will calm down. I
say yes Master Rick. I expect you to take about a half hour. This is not
timed but would like you to be consistent in your pace.

I start out with Twinkie and start on the path. She plays with my nut sack
slightly causing it to jerk around and dick gets harder with the sudden
jerks with my nut sack. We return in about a half hour and Twinkie
announces our return and by the time we get to the barn another horse that
is all black and called Tar baby is ready to go. I ask for a protein jolt
and a medium glass of chocolate milk plus other stuff Master Rick says is
good for me.



As we start off Tar Baby seems to be a more serious horse. H gathers up the
lead rope and drops the excess rope over my shoulder and I sense he wants
to trot side by side. I pat him and nod yes and we do the loop in reverse
and the running has loosened up my legs so all the soreness is now gone. We
return and get the next horse Gizmo.

I alternate doing the loop and the remainder of the horses and both Master
Rick and Master Wes are very pleased that I kept a constant pace. The rope
is untied and I am led to the oil tub as my legs and nut sack are very
tired from the run. Master Wes turns on the tub and says you will be in
here longer. Here is another protein shake and I drink it all in three big
gulps. The neck stock is attached so I can rest. We will have dinner when
you are done here.

I relax and am amazed I was able to run all day with little rest. I loose
track of time as I realize that Master Wes is back and I am being hoisted
out of the tub. I feel Master Wes rub my legs asking if I was sore. I say
no I do not think so. When I work out, normally I feel the soreness start
the next day.

I follow Master Wes back into the house, put on another thong and my dick
is spanked a little and has another hearty dinner. Master Rick asks about
the run. I reply about the horses that were playful and the others that
were more serious. Master Wes says each horse has a unique
personality. Some are serious about some things and playful in
others. Since you have done so well both of us have agreed you will decide
what type of theme we will do in the room till bedtime.

I think only for a second and reply I would like my body to be stretched
out so no soreness will be present tomorrow. I also would like to be
electro stimulated in the abdominals and nut sack since it took the brunt
of the jerking from the horses. I also would like the beer up my ass. Both
Master Wes agree this would be a proper reward. Master Rick says finish
dinner.

I am led into the room with all the equipment, I ask to drain myself and do
so. A blindfold and restraints are put on me. The thong is taken off and my
dick rubbed so it will harden fully. Master Rick says in order not to
overstretch you will say Master and we will hold it there to a count of
five and slowly release the stretch. I say yes Master.



The first will be your dick. It s bent to the right, the left then up then
bent under me. I say Master when I cannot bear the stretch any more. I feel
knee pads put arms and my arms stretched in four different angles, legs in
three and then secured to the Saint Andrews cross.

I feel the pads applied to my abdominals and feel the clinching of my
muscles. I ask for the same level but back down a hair so I do not
overstress. I feel the voltage increase and held at a lower level and I say
that feels good. I yelp a little as my nut sack starts being stimulated. I
feel the beer being pumped into me and I let the beer and stimulation relax
me and I fall asleep

I wake up in the morning to find myself secured to the Saint Andrews Cross
and the Electro stimulation still going, though at a minimal level. I feel
my abdominal shaking and convulsing and was wondering what was in store for
me today.

I started smelling breakfast and a few minutes later Master Wes comes in
turns off the Electro stimulation device though my abdominal muscles
continue to shake. He spanks my abdominal muscles solidly till they are
red. He then releases me and I nearly fall to the floor. Master Wes says
time for breakfast.

As I get to the dining room the full aroma of breakfast hits me and I
breathe in deeply and hold in my abdominal muscles and they shake and
quiver. Master Rick beckons me and he puts a thong on me and spanks my dick
so my dick stiffens as much as the thong will allow. Master Rick asks about
my legs and I reply that they are amazingly not sore at all. Master Rick
squeezes my nipples and my abdominal muscles and dick twitch until he lets
go. Time to eat Master Rick says. I have a hearty breakfast.  I tell Master
Rick that I did not hear the music. The beer may have dulled the sensation.

After breakfast, we go out to the barn and call Bazooka in and I give him a
big hug and brush him down. While I am brushing him, Master Wes disappears
for a bit and returns with several coils of rope. Bring Bazooka out and
take off the thong. I do and my dick freed from restraint stretches out and
hardens fully.

Bazooka notices my hard dick and swats it with his head on each side and my
dick starts to throb. Then I hear Master Rick say Bazooka in a disapproving
tone and I hear a snort from Bazooka sensing disappointment from him.

Master Rick says come here and hold your legs and arms out. I do so and a
hood with a gag is put on me and rope is tied to me in a cargo type
fashion. I am covered in rope from head to toe. I am told to lie on a wide
sawhorse but lower than a standard one. Once there my arms are pulled in
front of me and sense movement behind me.

I feel it a moment later. I am underneath Bazooka and am being tied to him
by a breast and girth strap like from a western saddle. My arms are tied to
the back of his mane and my head is tied so it does not move. I am yanked
back so I am tight against him and my legs are rubbed and then spread apart
then yanked up and tied on his back.

Master Rick notices the tension and says breathe deeply and it relaxes the
stress on my legs. Both Master Rick and Master Wes rub my legs and I feel
better. I feel a weight attached to my dick head and Bazooka starts walking
around the arena, He shifts into a trot and the weight starts shifting and
my hard dick bends with it. It is uncomfortable but okay.

Bazooka stops and the weight are removed and my dick is rubbed it to full
hardness. Master Rick leads us to behind the barn to the road. He says you
are to experience what it is to be a mustang. Since mustangs love to run
and you also like to run you will be going to a spot I will tell Bazooka
and return later today. I grunt and my gag is removed and I ask how I will
ask Bazooka to return. Master Rick replies that grunting three times will
signal the return.

Bazooka will not stop until he reaches the destination. You will sense when
he is ready by his breathing and you should be able to feel his heartbeat
thru your back and arms. I say I am ready and Bazooka paws the road as if
impatient. I start to ask another question but the gag is put back in and
Master Rick says do not worry about distance or time, He checks the ropes a
final time and says mountain top.

We start at a trot and I sense something is wrong. And then I realize that
my dick is hanging down unprotected and fully hard. I tense up thinking
holy shit and Bazooka shifts into a gallop and we plunge into the forest.

I think mountain top, which must be forty miles from here. I try to calm
myself and soften my dick but my dick has no intention of softening up. I
sense Bazooka gather himself and we clear the log. I feel the air rush of
the log thru my dick head but it cleared only by inches.  We go through
some underbrush and it seems to tickle my dick and hardens it stronger.

I feel Bazooka leap up again and relax my dick as hard as possible, but it
was not high enough and the log slams into the last three inches of my dick
and drags it over the log. My dick snaps backward then forward slapping me
on the stomach. I scream at the pain though no one can hear me. Several
more times my dick hits logs and my dick and I scream at each one as my
dick takes the brunt of being swatted on each log.

I feel we are in a meadow and feel slow to a trot and I feel my dick
throbbing hard and it is being swung about stretching and wrenching my dick
and tears are welling from my eyes from the pain in my dick being bent. I
feel Bazooka slow to a walk and I tense my dick and it feels hurt but still
solid.

I feel Bazooka turn and head toward something and in a few minutes stop for
a moment then start up again but very slowly. I feel my dick head touch a
narrow log and feel it being dragged. I realize with fear that as Bazooka
moves forward the log gets closer and more of my dick gets bent and dragged
behind me. In a few more steps all but the last inch or so is being
dragged. My dick is in agony in being dragged and bent.

He stops and I sense what he is going to do and relax as much as possible
but does not do what I think it and walks slowly forward dragging my dick
under me and my dick throbs hard. I feel the log start to point down. I
feel a sharp drop and I sense Bazooka looking at my dick slowly dragging it
to a certain spot then stops. I sense it is a u bend in the tree I think
holy shit as Bazooka stops and quickly lowers his forelegs force bending my
dick back to mold with the U bend and I scream at the weigh of Bazooka
bending my dick in the tree. He does this several times and I scream as my
dick bends each time.

Bazooka hears my screams and sobs and walks forward releasing my dick and
my dick released straightens itself out throbbing and getting hard
again. Bazooka knickers at me saying asking if I am okay?  I grunt back but
with stress in the grunt. He walks on for a bit letting my dick rest, get
hard again, and the shifts into a gallop and plunges back into the forest.

I sense we are still climbing and there are few logs that whack my dick but
more underbrush tickles my dick. We clear it and I sense Bazooka slowing as
if deciding something. Then gathers full speed and leaps into the air. I
assumed it to jump over a big gap and I count five seconds and I feel the
jolt of landing. That must have been eight feet across.

Bazooka slows to a trot for a bit and slows to a walk and does a short
steep climb and it feels like we are on top and Bazooka knickers at me
saying we are here and I grunt in reply. I sense Bazookas heavy breathing
and heartbeat and it seems that he is just warmed up. I breathe in deeply
and tense my dick and it is solid but hurt from all the swatting and
bending. Bazooka positions himself so I can feel the sun. I drain myself
and shit with difficulty and relax enjoying the feel of the sun.

It seems like a short time but it could have been an hour that Bazooka
stomps his leg as if saying time to go. I grunt three times and we start
heading back the way we came and shift into a gallop and jumped back over
the gap and slow to a walk apparently in no hurry to get back. My dick
tenses up a bit knowing it will be pounded all the way back.

I hear knickers as if asking ready and I give a grunt back saying yes. I
sense that we are going back a different way.  I feel Bazooka shift into a
trot and my dick swings back and forth to stretch it out and to harden it
up. We shift into a slow gallop and head back into the forest.

Bazooka speeds up a bit and jumps a log and I brace for the log to slap my
dick but it does not happen. Nor on the second or third jump so I relax and
Bazooka sensing my relaxation does not jump as high the next time and my
dick gets a solid swat and I gasp and sense that Bazooka wanting to give a
solid spanking all the way back barely clears each log so I start to scream
at each swat thinking the next one will tear my dick apart but it throbs
and holds together.

I lose count of how many logs we go over and I sense we are back at the
road Bazooka slows to a walk and nays loudly. Master Wes and Master Rick
meet us and the gag is removed and I hear oh your dick and I feel it being
bent and I scream loudly and pass out from the pain.

I wake up a few minutes later and I am untied and laying on a table with a
hole so my nut sack and dick hangs straight down and I feel my dick covered
with the material tights are made of but this one covers my nut sack and
dick. Master Rick says you did well. Your dick is sore but undamaged He
also asks about the run, the swatting, and how Bazooka bent my dick.

Master Rick says Bazooka wants to thank you for being brave I say okay and
am slowly lifted up and turned over. Bazooka walks up and knickers and I
nod yes and he licks my nipples and my abdominals twitch and then starts
stroking my dick with his mouth. Sensing I am about to cum he wraps his
tongue around my dick and lifts me up about six inches and rams me back
into the table and forces his mouth deep past my nut sack and suck hard and
I cum so hard I pass out.

I wake up again and I am in a sitting bed that has another type of metal
cup and I feel oil being added and food being brought in. Master Rick says
your dick is very sore so the cup with warm oil and a light vibrator will
be on all night to help heal your dick. The oil and the vibrator are turned
on and it is very soothing to my dick.

We will decide what to do next in the morning. I thank both Master Rick and
Master Wes who walks in with food for all of us. After dinner we talk about
some possibilities and a bit later I fall asleep. I hear the music again
and listen to it. I ask a question in my mind asking what you are. I was
shocked slightly when the music changed saying you sensed me at the horse
show did you not. I must ponder where I heard you before. The music says
ask you're Dad and the music faded away. My DAD? What does my Dad have to
do with this music I wonder? I will have to call him and find out in the
morning. So I relax and fall asleep.



If you would like to suggest a fetish with horses or something wild or
crazy you would like me to include you are gladly encouraged to e-mailing
me at: mdrx@juno.com