Pruning & Breaking in
BEEP
BEEP
BEEP
The electronic pulse reached into the depths of his slumber, pulling on his mind. Minni was groggy as he opened his eyes, slowly adjusting his vision to the sterile white room. He lifted his arms, but they were held in place, he tried to sit up, but a strap held him down, he shifted his legs, but they too were locked in place. Looking down he saw a wide thick brown medical restraints and an IV needle in his left arm. Quickly he looked around the empty room and saw that he was in a well-equipped hospital room.
“Ugh, where am I? How did I get here?” Minni asked himself.
Pulling at his restraints, he methodically evaluated them and noticed that they were locked in place.
Knock, Knock
Across from him the sound of rapid knocking came from the tan colored door. As it swung open, a short old man in a white lab coat with a stethoscope around his neck walked in. Behind him, Duke followed with two male nurses in mint scrubs.
“Ah, looks like our patient is awake. My name is Dr. Karl Gebhardt I will be your attending physician for your operation.” Dr. Gebhardt spoke to Minni as he pulled a wheeled chair closer to the bed. One of the nurses handed him a clipboard, he adjusted his glasses as he reviewed the paperwork.
“Now, my young slave. Minni, your Owner has approved this operation to be done on you. We will be removing your…limbs. From the elbows down and knees down.” The doctor spoke to Minni without looking up from the clipboard once.
Minni felt the blood from his face leave as he came to the realization that this was indeed happening to him. He wanted to panic but the medication from the IV drip prevented him from having an outburst.
“You maybe wondering why I am even bothering to tell you this…a lowly slave like yourself. However, during my experimentation I have found that allowing the patient to be included on the procedure helps not only with the recovery process but also with the life you will live after this is done.” Dr. Gebhardt spoke. Minni heard and watched as the nurses scrubbed their hands, drying them and placing latex gloves on.
“For the next year you will be in our care for both recovery and rehabilitation. During this time, we will get to know each other quite well as you will these young nurses who will be overseeing most of your treatment after the operation.” The doctor spoke, frankly.
Minni looked at the Doctor in horror. He desperately wanted this to be some sick joke, a prank to scare him for running away. He could only utter a single word.
“Please…”
“Alright, you may begin.” Dr. Gebhardt nodded to the nurses. Before he could continue, the nurses grabbed his head. One held his head down as he grabbed Minni’s lower jaw, opening it up. The other proceeded to push in a plastic bag into his mouth, pushing it back and adjusting it over his tongue, between his teeth and cheeks. The nurse holding his jaw, closed it, a small tube stuck out of his mouth. The other nurse attached a tube with another bag holding an opaque black slime. He squeezed the substance into the tube as it made its way into his mouth. Minni felt the cold liquid pour into the bag that was in his mouth. It expanded over his teeth, tongue, and cheeks. Filling every crevasse until it was empty.
“Mmmphh.” Minni let out a muffled protest as they removed the tube. He tried to move his tongue and bite down, but the substance was already hardening into place creating a perfect mold of his mouth.
“Excellent. Now, as this finishes setting in, we will prep your surgery. Relax and know that you are in great care.” The doctor spoke as he finally looked at Minni. He winked at Minni as he stood up and faced Duke.
“Mr. Machiavelli, you may visit again tomorrow evening at the allotted time to visit your slave after the procedure. We will look over him and let you know if any complications come up. I will reach out to you once the operation is complete. You may give any parting words before you leave.” Dr. Gebhardt spoke to Duke as he shook his hand.
“Thank you Doctor I appreciate all that you have done.” Duke replied.
As the doctor left the room, Duke approached Minni and sat on the bed next to him. Lifting his hand he caressed the side of Minni’s head. Minni looked deep into his Masters eyes and shook his head to object what was about to happen to him.
“Shhh, come on Minni. You brought this onto yourself.” Duke spoke in a low tone.
“I want you to know that I am not mad at you, but you need to be punished for what you did. You humiliated him in front of a client and furthermore, you have become a liability. My influence is vast, but if you had gotten the authorities involved, I would have been in some serious trouble.” Duke cooed at Minni.
“I didn’t want to do this, but you left me no choice. I think that you are beautiful just the way you are, still, I cannot risk you doing this again so I will make sure you can never do this again.” Duke leaned in and kissed his slave on the forehead.
“I will be here when you wake up. I love you, Minni.” Duke whispered as he stood and left the room.
Minni laid on the bed as the situation sunk in. His life was going to be altered in a way that he could never have imagined. Despite his fear and urge to run, he stared at the ceiling as he admitted defeat, he would come to terms with this life that was chosen for him by his Master. What other choice did he have?
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Jerry felt the momentum of the car ride as he laid on the floor of his container. He tried to sleep but couldn’t in anticipation of his arrival to his new home. The sounds from the outside didn’t penetrate inside so he could only guess where he was or where he was going. Lost in thought, he felt the large SUV turn as it slowed down. He sat up in bated breath, waiting to see what his new life had in store for him.
The SUV was parked behind his mansion, as he exited his car, Marcus approached the trunk to let out his prized stallion.
“Wakey, wakey, Apollo. Come on boy, lets get you out of here and get you into your new home.” Marcus spoke in a giddy tone as he opened the metal crate letting in the light. Jerry sat with his head down waiting for his Master’s orders.
“Scooch closer and sit here on the ledge.” Marcus ordered. Jerry slid to the edge of the trunk with his legs dangling down. Marcus attached his leash to his bridle and gave it a few tugs leading him onto his feet. They approached two large barn doors that Gio has opened for them. Entering inside, he saw overhead lights that led down the wide hallway. Shuffling behind his Master, Jerry turned his head as far right as he could a caught a glimpse of a large room with a carriage, bondage gear, a shower stall and more that hid behind his blinders.
“Come on now, Apollo, you’ll get the chance to see everything later. I know that you are excited as I am to see your new home, but we need to get you situated into your new life and cover some ground rules. That’s why horses have blinders on so that they focus ahead of them.” Marcus pulled on the leash, laughing under his breath as they made their way down the hall. Marcus stopped at a tall door, at the bottom half of the door was solid steel with a plaque that read.
Apollo
It was engraved into a mirror polished steel plaque.
“Welcome home, Apollo.” Marcus said. He flashed a devilish smile as he opened the door. The top half of the door was bared like a prison cell allowing you to view inside of his cage. They both entered the cage, Jerry looked around as he took everything in. At the further end of the room was a large bed that was filled with straw, it almost looked like a bean bag. There was a salt lick mounted on the wall, next to it was a water trough and another empty one next to it for his food. He looked down and at the center of the room was a large solid eye anchor with a thick heavy chain welded on.
Marcus led him to the center of the room and grabbed the chain, he attached it to the back of his collar. Jerry felt the weight of the chain as it hung behind him. Marcus unclipped his leash and set it down on a table. He flicked the lights on in the room as it flooded with warm light and an infrared light that hung over his straw bed. Marcus removed the blinders but left his bridle on.
“OK, Apollo, welcome to your home. Whenever I am not using you or training you. This is where you will stay. It has everything that you need so make yourself at home.” Marcus spoke.
Jerry felt weird, almost honored that his Master went to these lengths to house him as his horse. Gio entered the room.
“The car is parked, and all has been prepared for this evening. Is there anything else I can assist with Master?” asked Gio.
“Make me a cup of espresso and fetch me a cigar. It’s going to be a long night.” Barked Marcus. Gio nodded and left the room.
Pulling a table in front of Apollo, Marcus grabbed his riding crop and closed the door with a loud clang. Marcus walked slowly as he tapped the end of the crop in his hand. He was deep in thought as he stopped in front of a large dark green chalk board. He placed the crop under his arm as he faced his stallion.
“Now.” He spoke loudly. Jerry jumped as his voice boomed in his cage startling him.
“In the past few months, you spent time training with Master Duke and from what I have heard about him. He can be strict and a hard ass on his slaves. I can’t imagine that this would be any different with you, Mhm?” Marcus spoke. Jerry nodded his head.
“In the spirit of getting to know one another, I want you to know that I am not like that. My methods of training will be…harsh. Though, I tend to be in favor positive reinforcement over beating you into submission.” Marcus spoke calmly, walking to face, Apollo.
“Do not, mistake my kindness as weakness. Any insubordination or defiance will be swiftly dealt with and trust me that it will hurt. If you behave and accept your life as my prized horse I can ensure you that you will come to enjoy your new life and you will be given rewards for obeying your Master. If you decide to be difficult. That will be little problem for me, I have ways to break you and will have fun doing it.” Marcus paused as he looked deep into his stallions’ eyes.
“I want to avoid that if possible. Do you understand, Apollo?” Marcus asked. Jerry hung his head and nodded agreeing to his terms. He wanted to experience little pain as possible, if that meant submitting to him then so be it.
“Good boy, Apollo.” Marcus looked down at his rock-hard body and he placed his hands on his sides and rubbed his stomach feeling his abs, making his way up he played with his nipples as he teased them. He gently played with them listening to him moan. A rope of drool ran down his bit and onto his chest.
“Good boy, you love having your tits played with, huh boy?” Marcus spoke under his breath. Jerry moaned as his conditioning with Duke kicked in. His cock started to get hard in its metal cage as Marcus continued to play with his body.
“Awe, looks like this pony wants more?” Marcus chuckled. He stopped playing with his tits and walked away. Coming back, he had a small bottle of oil and a long thing chain in hand.
In his hand, he poured a generous amount of oil and rubbed it in his hands. Grabbing Apollo’s caged cock he massaged the oil in and around the cage making sure to work it into every inch. Jerry’s head went back as he moaned loudly at every squeeze and stroke of his hands on his junk.
“Fuck, this feels so good, it’s been so long since I’ve felt my dick being touched.” Jerry thought to himself. Marcus grinned as he worked his balls and shaft, he made sure that his cage was well-oiled to prevent it from chafing.
“See, boy? Good ponies get rewarded.” Marcus spoke. After several minutes he stopped and let his caged dick bob as it strained in its caged trying desperately to get hard.
“It will be a while longer before I let you cumm, boy.” Marcus spoke as he wiped his hands on a towel.
Gio opened the door and rolled in a trolly with his espresso and a cigar. He prepared the cup and placed it next to his Master before leaving the room. Marcus took a sip of his cup.
“MMMM, damn good.” He spoke taking another sip.
Jerry looked down at his cock as he wanted to touch it some more. Anything to make him feel good again. Marcus approached him again and with the chain in hand he clipped it onto the caged, around his waist and back onto the other side of the cage.
“There we go, this will help keep your cage up.” Marcus spoke to Apollo.
“Now then, I am going to remove your bridle. We are going to review a few things, and I want you to answer me. You will only speak when I ask you a question. When I ask you a question, if you are referring to yourself, you will refer to yourself as an IT. Do you understand?” Marcus asked. Jerry nodded his head.
“Good boy! Remember, if you misbehave, I will punish you. Don’t make me go down that path.” Marcus warned.
He playfully patted the side of his head as he removed the harness. Jerry slurped up his drool as the bit came out of his mouth. Marcus laid the gear on the table as he leaned on it and folded his arms across his chest.
“Good boy, Apollo.” Marcus praised. He waited for a few moments as Jerry stood chained and hard.
“Ok, boy, what are?” asked Marcus.
Jerry hesitated, not because he was stubborn, but he genuinely didn’t know how to respond.
“I-I am a slave.” Jerry answered meekly.
“Ah-ah, not “I’s” you’re not a person anymore, you’re an animal, an it.” Replied Marcus. “Again, what are you, Apollo?” Marcus asked.
“I-it is a s-slave.” Jerry answered stumbling over his words.
“Good boy.” “Who am I?” Marcus asked.
“Do you not know who you are?” Jerry answered in his head, fighting back the urge to answer him sarcastically.
“You are my-“ Marcus cut him off.
“Nope, try again.”
Sigh
“You are m-, it’s Master.” Jerry answered him.
“GOOD BOY! APOLLO!” Marcus cheered.
“So, what are you, Apollo?”
“I-it is a horse?” Answered Jerry.
“And who do you belong too?” asked Marcus.
“It belongs to you, Master.”
“Excellent, Apollo!” Marcus clapped his hands. Standing up, he walked over to the chalk board and started writing. Jerry looked up as he watched him.
Its name is Apollo.
It is a horse.
It belongs to Master Marcus.
It is an animal.
It is not a person.
It is a stupid brute.
After he finished, Marcus walked behind Apollo and tapped his ass with his crop.
“Say it, what’s on the board.” He pointed at the chalkboard.
Jerry clenched his jaw and sighed. He recited what was on the board.
“Its name is Apollo, It is a horse, It belongs to Master Marcus, It is an animal, It is not a person, It is a stupid brute.” Jerry looked down ashamed.
“Good boy, Apollo.” Marcus praised.
Marcus grabbed a chair and pulled it in front of the table, he put his feet on top and took his dress shoes off. He wiggled his toes in his dress socks and rubbed them together.
“Take my socks off, with your mouth…horsey.” Marcus smiled with a cocky grin. Jerry gave a grimace as he looked at his feet. He slowly approached and began to use his teeth to grip his sock and pulled them off. He struggled for a bit and used his tongue to slip them past his heel.
“Very good boy.” Marcus smiled as he placed his hands behind his head and wiggled his toes.
“Show me how well behaved you are, Apollo. Show your Master what a good boy you are. Worship me and beg me to own you.” Marcus smiled devilishly.
Jerry sighed under his breath. It wasn’t the smell of his feet or how he spoke to him. He hated being in this position. In college he was always the hot jock, women wanted him, and men wanted to be him. He was on top; he called the shots and loved every moment of it. Now, he was a chained animal about to worship his Master’s feet. Yet, he loved it.
“Come on now, stud, don’t keep me waiting.” Marcus grinned as he wiggled his toes. Jerry stuck his nose in between his toes. “Why am I enjoying this?” Jerry thought to himself. He puckered his lips and kissed his Master’s feet. Duke conditioned him well but now this was his choice to do. With his tongue he licked in between each toe and suckled on them slowly. Marcus watched his new slave with glee as he grabbed his cup of espresso and continued watching, thoroughly enjoying the view. Jerry savored the light tangy scent that wafted as he took each breath. He took his time nursing on his foot shoving more and more into his mouth. He ran his tongue up and down his soles catching every bit of skin that he could. He lathered his sole and arches in saliva kissing his Master’s feet.
“Atta, boy, you’re such a good pony.” Marcus moaned as he felt his soft wet tongue massage his soles. As Jerry moved over to his other foot, Marcus lit his cigar and took long puffs as he continued to moan in ecstasy. Jerry felt a rush of joy hearing him praise him. He spent several minutes slurping and sucking on his toes. Now, he was getting into it, he was more aggressive and passionate with every moment that passed.
Marcus patted his head with his riding crop. “Alright, Apollo, that’s enough. Good boy, very good boy.”
He stood up with his cigar still in his mouth. With the bottle of oil in his hand, he tapped on his legs.
“Spread them.” Marcus ordered. Jerry spread them as far as he could. Marcus chuckled.
“Almost forgot.”
Unclipping the chain from his ankles he forced his legs apart and locked them to the legs of the table. With a forceful shove he pushed Apollo’s chest onto the table. With a large amount of oil Marcus shoved his finger deep into his horse.
“Argh!” Jerry tried to get up, but Marcus shoved him back down.
“Damn, little horsey, greedy hole you got there.” Marcus smiled with his cigar hanging from his mouth.
“From this moment on, you are mine, my horse, my slave, my fuck toy, my hole, my property.” Marcus spoke as he unzipped his fly revealing his hard cock. He lubed his shaft and replaced his finger with his cock. Jerry took a deep breath in as he felt another man’s cock enter his asshole for the first time. Marcus grabbed the chain and pulled it hard forcing his head up as he fucked his horse. He picked up the pace, thrusting his hips over and over listening to Apollo grunt as he took his cock.
Tears rolled down his cheek as he read the chalkboard.
“It is a horse, it belongs to Master, it is an animal, it is not a person, it is a stupid brute.” He read the lines over and over as Marcus fucked him relentlessly.
“Fuck, why do I love this so much? Why does this feel so good, why do I want this.” Jerry clenched his jaw hard as his Master bred him.
“That’s right, Apollo, you’re just a fuck toy, my pony for life. Accept your place at my feet and live a life that was meant for you. Don’t fight me, just take it, take it hard, feel your Master’s cock ride that juicy fuckable ass.” Marcus slapped his ass as it jiggled while he rid him.
“T-thank you Master.” Jerry spurted out as Marcus dumped his hot load into his ass. Apollo had tears flowing down his face. Not tears of sadness but of joy as he allowed his Master to use his hole and unload his cumm deep inside him.
Author's Note:
Hello Everyone,
First, I wanted to say thank you to everyone who reached out to me with their compliments and words of encouragement. Second, I wanted to apologize for the formatting. Not sure why but when I upload my stories it does not keep the original formatting. I am taking steps to ensure that when you read my stories they reflect how I had originally meant for them to be read. Third, although I understand that the subject of my stories are often dark; these are my kinks and fetishes. I would like to ask that you refrain from kink shaming. I understand that these themes are not for everyone, it wasn't meant to be for everyone. As I have done in the past I encourage anyone to reach out if they have a comment or want to give constructive criticism. Always looking for ways to improve my writing. Thank you again for taking the time to read and enjoy my stories. I look forward to making more twisted sagas!
Bruce Silver
