There is no rest for the Wicked
Back at Duke’s Manor, Duke scopes up Minni from the passenger seat and carried him inside like a newly married bride. Francis opened the door with his head down. Minni noticed his face; he had a black eye with a swollen left cheek. “Francis, take Minni up to his enclosure and refit him with his uniform and get him cleaned up before you lock him in his cage.” Duke barked at him. Francis didn’t say a word, Minni was exchanged into the arms of his butler. “Don’t fuck up again, I will not tolerate another incident like this again.” Duke warned him. “Yes Master.” Francis spoke with a humble voice. Grief filled Minni’s mind and heart. In his escape, he had not considered how this was affecting Francis. This man that treated him with some respect and took care of him. He had suffered at the hands of Duke for Minni.
“I am sorry, Francis, please don’t be mad at me.” Minni thought as he carried him upstairs back into his pink room.
Marcus and Gio entered the Manor. “Damn Duke, your house is quite the sight to behold. Every time I see it I am always blown away.” Marcus spoke. “Ha, thank you Marcus. Now, let’s get this show on the road. I am sure that you are excited to see your new slave.” Duke smiled. Duke lead the men to the grandfather clock and opened the passageway. They made their way down to the basement.
“Not gonna lie, Duke. Your set up here is much more sophisticated than mine. I am going to need to make some investments after I acquire my new toy.” Marcus commented. “Yeah, when I started to train new slaves, I realized that I was going to need a place to store and break them before selling them off.” Duke replied. “There is a company with the Society that can help you set up a new area for you and everything will be under the table so no paper trail.” Duke added. “Yeah, I am defiantly going to give them a call. Already have a place set-up but seeing this place my imagination is running wild with new ideas.” Marcus spoke with a huge smile on his face. They stopped at a door, Duke paused for a moment. “Francis called you earlier with the instructions. Make sure you follow them to the T, I have already started the process in breaking him, but he is still resistant and as he’ll be your first, you need to make no room for error.” Duke spoke as we looked at Marcus. “No, need to worry. My old man use to be in the business, and I got some pointers from him before he passed and I inherited his estate. I will make sure to break this stallion, rebuild him into a beast of burden.” Marcus couldn’t stop grinning, like a kid in a candy shop.
Duke entered the password as the men entered the room. In the center, Jerry sat on a well-made saw horse with a saddle on top. He sat on a dildo with his legs chained to the floor locking him in place. His arms were locked behind his back, his neck was locked in a posture collar and a head harness held his head up attached to the ceiling. His muscles were well oiled as they shined showing off his muscular body and plump nipples begging to be played with. “OH FUCK, Duke you sure know how to pick them!” Marcus couldn’t hold back his excitement. “He can’t see of hear us, you’ll need to remove the ear plugs and blindfold before you inspect your prize to your hearts content.” Duke smiled with pride in his work with Jerry.
Marcus walked to Jerry, removing his ear plugs and blindfold. “My my, aren’t you a sight to behold.” Marcus complimented. Jerry took at moment to adjust to the light as he focused on the man standing in front of him. “Hey there Jerry, my name is Marcus, but you will call me Master when I allow you to speak.” Jerry looked at him with distain and grunted. “FUCK YOU MAN, I WILL NEVER CALL YOU MASTER YOU CRAZY BASTARD.” Jerry thought to himself.
“Oh man, you got the fighting spirit of a wild buck that needs to be broken. I like that…a lot.” Marcus scanned his body. Jerry started to breath heavy, he shook at his restraints. Marcus slowly circled his prized stallion looking over his entire body, every muscle, every crevice, for any imperfections. Face to face with Jerry he groped his rock-hard abs, making his way up to pecs as he pinched and played with his dark pink nipples. “Oh fuck, this is so much better than I ever imagined. We will need to make some adjustments, but you are perfect.” Marcus growled under his breath. He pulled his hands away and turned to Duke. “You got yourself a sale, my guy.” Marcus confirmed with Duke. “Outstanding.” Duke smiled.
Marcus snapped his fingers. “Gio, the collar and crop.” He barked. Duke handed him the keys to his restraints. Marcus unhooked his muzzle from the ceiling and unlocked the posture collar. Jerry sighed in relief as he slouched a bit, finally getting some rest. As he undid his muzzle, Jerry pulled away and tried to bite Marcus’s hand. Marcus pulled his hand away in time and sucker punched Jerry in his stomach.
“ARGH!” Jerry recoiled from the pain.
Marcus stepped back; he ran his hands back through his hair adjusting it. “WOOOOOAH! Almost got me there buck. Try that shit again and you’re gonna be a world of hurt stud.” Marcus chuckled. “Gio, hold him still.” Marcus ordered. Gio went around Jerry and set the bag on a table. Grabbing a fist full of his wavy dark blonde hair he forced him to look up at Marcus. “That is what I want to see, all that hate in your eyes. Oh man I am going to enjoy breaking your mind, body and spirit.” He licked his lips with lust. Jerry winced from his hair being pulled. He grinned hard. “FUCK. YOU.” He huffed at Marcus.
“Gio, the collar.” asked Marcus. “You know, Jerry. Since Duke showed me your pictures, I was taken away at how hot you looked. Honestly, those pictures did not do you justice. As I considered buying you, I didn’t know what I was going to do with you, but looking at you in your track uniform I was…moved.” Marcus gave a wide grin. “I am going to make you into my personal stallion.” Jerry grunted hard trying to break Gio’s grip on his hair.
“As I made serious inquiries about you, I had to think of a name for you. Whiskey? Nah. Too masculine for a bitch punk like you. Blaze? Uh-uh, too comical, could never take that seriously. Peanut? Eh, too…playful.” Jerry listened to him talk about his naming decision process. Angry and uninterested in this man who was about to claim him.
“But after a while, I thought, hey, what about Apollo?” Marcus bite his lip. “Mmmmm, Apollo is perfect.” He lifted the thick wide dark tanned leather collar with a gold tag. Jerry looked at the tag.
Apollo
Property of Marcus Russo
Jerry looked back at Marcus. “My name is Jerry. Fuck you and your name, I will never accept you as anything. I will NEVER BE YOUR HORSE YOU SICK FUCK!” Jerry shouted at Marcus.
“Well…you say that now but trust me. By the time your training is over. You won’t even remember your old name and you will accept me as your Master.” Marcus Growled. He reached around Jerry neck and strapped his collar tightly around his neck. Gio handed him a gold padlock as Marcus locked it in place. Jerry tried to pull away fighting Gio’s grip. “God, you look gorgeous.” Marcus enjoyed watching Jerry struggle. He reached down and fondled Jerry’ cock and balls.
“Another thing that I had to consider is if I was going to turn you into a colt. Do you know what that is? Probably not cause you’re a dumb jock.” Marcus snickered. He gripped his balls and mimicked a knife with his thumb, cutting his balls off. Jerry’s face was pale. “It’s a castrated horse.” Marcus informed him. Jerry took a gulp. “Looking at you now, you have a great cock and your balls are perfect. Large, heavy, perfect for torturing.” Marcus held his 5 inch semi hard cock with his other hand. He started to stroke his cock. “Let’s see what you are packing, buck.” Marcuse smiled licking his teeth as he watched his cock grow, pushing his head through his foreskin as it grew to an impressive 7.5 inches. “Fuck, you’re even hung like a horse.” Marcus laughed as he looked at Jerry. “Not as thick but defiantly impressive.” Jerry’s cock throbbed in his hand. “Nah, mutilating you like that would be a damn shame. I am gonna have more fun with you just like this.”
“Please don’t do this man, please let me go. I swear I won’t tell anyone. You can keep the money, and I will disappear. You will never see me again. You already have Mick, you don-.” Marcus cut Jerry off.
“EHHHH…WRONG!” You’re just a piece of meat, Property, an animal that I own and will train into a loyal and hard-working stallion for me to enjoy for LIFE.” Marcus spoke over Jerry. “It is going to take time, but you are going to make me very, very happy and you will be proud to be my horse.” Marcus added. “Gio the bridle.” Marcus ordered. Gio handed Marcus a matching-colored riding bridle. He held the bit close to Jerry’s mouth. “Alright, Apollo, open up for your Master.” Marcus ordered. Jerry shook his head no and tightly held his jaw closed. Marcus grabbed his cheeks trying to pry his mouth open. After a few moments, Marcus sighed. He grabbed his balls and squeezed them hard in his hands.
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH.” Jerry screeched loudly in pain.
Marcus quickly shoveled the bit into his mouth and wrapped the bridle around his head, locking it into place. Jerry had tears roll down his face as Marcus adjusted the straps and blinders at the sides of his eyes. “There we go, much better. You are looking like a proper stallion already.” Marcus commented. Jerry adjusted his mouth as he bit into the gag feeling the black silicone that sat in between his teeth. Drool started to drip down his chin.
“Let me know when you are ready, and we can get him down and loaded into your SUV.” Duke spoke. “Just need to add a few more things.” Marcus replied. Gio handed him more gear from the bag. Marcus had a large steel contraption in his hands as he took it apart and threaded Jerry’s balls through first and then his flaccid cock securing it around the base of his junk. A thin oval shaped ring was opened and locked around his balls preventing them from being pulled out without a key. Jerry groaned and winced as Marcus manhandled his cock. He shoved his cock into a metal cage forcing it into a 4-inch cage and locked it into place. “Alright Apollo, if you behave maybe I will oil up your cage if it starts to chafe.” Marcus smiled.
“Now, we are going to transport you to your new home. If you misbehave…” Marcus stopped speaking. Behind Jerry, Gio’s had a cattle prod and extended his arm passed Jerry to show him. He pressed on the button, and it let out a large crackling bolt of electricity.
*ZZAAAPPP*
His eyes widen with fear. “Now do you get the fuckin’ picture?” Marcus barked. Releasing his legs, Marcus and Duke lifted Jerry up from the saddle. As the dildo slid out Jerry moaned loudly, his tight hole instinctively gripping it before it came out. He breathed loudly out his nose. Marcus attached a chain to his ankle restraints. Gio handed him a leather riding crop and a tan leather leash. He connected the leash and gave Jerry a few taps on his ass with the crop. “Good boy, Apollo. Now follow your Master.” He gave him a firm smack on his ass to get him moving forward. With his legs restrained he shuffled at his new Master’s side. The blinders forced him to look forward, but Gio was behind him with the prod ready to shock him if he got out of hand.
Outside Marcus opened the back of the truck of the large SUV. Inside there was a giant metal crate that Marcus opened.
“Inside apollo, chop chop, your Master wants to get you home as soon as possible and play with you some more.” Marcus gave a sinister grin. Gio gave another warning with the prod. Jerry carefully entered the crate and sat on the padded floor. Marcus closed the crate submerging him in darkness. He heard metal creaking; a small amount of light came through a small, boxed hole at the entrance. He couldn’t see him but heard Marcus speak to him. “Apollo, I know that you may not feel good about this, and we are still getting to know each other. I want you to know that I am going to train you into the best damn stallion. You will feel pride to be an owned beast.” He slammed the opening closed; the sound of a large lock clicked closed. Jerry was scared, his life was no longer his own. He was sold off just like that. He wondered what his new life would be like, how much torture will he endure, will he ever be free again. His life flashed before him. No more luxuries, no more games, no jerking off. He is a horse now, and his new name is Apollo.
