Depravity

The training session began by slipping leather cuffs onto his pony’s wrists. The arms were pulled around behind his back and clasped to the harness, restricting arm movements. True to pony play, Shuichi was tapped on the shoulder twice and then given a verbal command. “Walk.”

Being forced to balance without the use of his hands was difficult, but Shuichi managed it flawlessly. He’d been practicing for several months now, and had even started an exercise regime that included weights on his ankles to help strengthen him for their play. Each step was punctuated by a sharp raise of his knee to be level with his groin, aptly called the ‘pony step’. Occasionally his Dom would have him high-step, which would bring his knee to waist level, but it tended to tire him out faster. When his leg wasn’t lifted high enough, Eiri would tap the back of Shuichi’s knee with the crop and force him to raise it more.

When they first started, Eiri was given the task of naming his pony. They discussed hundreds of possibilities, ranging from Strawberry Sunburst to Midnight Magic, but Eiri couldn’t settle on one. He had trouble seeing himself calling Shuichi such cutsie names, and anything more masculine never seemed to fit. Shuichi was NOT a Bandit or Diablo or Passion Prince. He’d taken to calling him Pretty Boy while searching for a more permanent name, and it stuck.

Eiri made two clicking noises inside his cheeks to pull his pony’s attention on him. The Pretty Boy turned and faced his Trainer and then continued walking through the living room. He wiggled his hips as he passed Eiri, causing the tail to swish and flow against the back of his legs. When he got close enough to his master, he playfully whinnied and rubbed his rear against the bulge in Eiri’s pants. He was slapped gently on his ass and directed away to continue walking.

The command, “Trot,” was accented with a heavy tap of the crop on the back of Shuichi’s legs. He began a faster version of the pony step, loving the way his cock bounced and his tail swished as he ran. When he came back to his Master, Eiri reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, commanding him to stop.

The Dom ran his hands through his pony’s hair and produced a sugar cube from his pocket. Eiri pulled the bit from his sub’s mouth, and placing the cube in his palm, he held it up to Shuichi as a reward. Shuichi leaned forward and nuzzled his Master’s hand, taking the sugar cube and enjoying the flavor and crunch. He was also offered mineral water from a bowl and a short break, but once he was done eating and drinking, the bit was reinserted in his mouth. While waiting to resume the training, Eiri ran his hands down his subs back, massaging the muscles and working the oil deeper into his skin. Just like any pony, his sub needed to be kept happy and comfortable and healthy. Muscle cramps weren’t rare, but occasional rub-downs helped them to happen less and less often.

Shuichi rarely received this kind of attention outside of a scene. The freedom to behave in a way different than ‘normal’ was a form of release for Eiri. He was playing in a role, acting, but deep down inside, Eiri loved fawning over his young koi. If Shuichi ever pinned him on it, he could blame his loving attention on the games they played. In addition to that, scening gave Eiri an opportunity to sexually torture the singer. After putting up with so much whining and begging over the years, Eiri relished the chances to get back at him.

They continued training for a while longer, and Eiri was completely pleased with Shuichi’s form and gait. There were several more breaks, during which Eiri fed him more sugar, apple slices and water. The Pretty Boy also continued to receive gentle swats with the crop to correct problems, and only protested once.

Eiri felt his pony was trotting with an unseemly gait, and brought the crop down on the back of his legs in several quick successions of slaps. After the fourth hit, Shuichi grew angry, stamped his hooves, shook his head and refused to move any further. He also made soft angry huffing noises.

At first Eiri grew irritated at Shuichi’s stubborn behavior, but he quickly realized that he had been to heavy handed with the crop, and he asked for forgiveness by scratching behind Shuichi’s ears.

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry my Pretty Boy. Let’s get back to training.” With another shake of his head and a happy whinny, Shuichi picked the trot back up again and continued the scene.

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“Hey Shu,” Hiro interrupted. “All this training stuff sounds kinda boring. I mean, yeah, it’s sexy and all, but how long were you led around the living room?”

Shuichi laughed. “This part really isn’t about the sex. Its fun to be dressed up and trained to behave like a pony. And like I said yesterday, Eiri wants to enter me in a contest at Depravity soon.”

“Huh?” Hiro lit another cigarette and waited for the explanation.

“It’s a dressage contest. Me and other ponies will be groomed, dressed and then trotted around a ring while doing the pony step. The judges will award points on our gait, posture, attitude, look, everything, and they’ll even judge our Master’s handling of us. We’ll play games and try to win points, and hopefully I’ll win first place!

“Training isn’t the sexiest thing in the world, no, but to me and Eiri, it’s foreplay. He really gets off on commanding me, and for some reason, he loves that I can’t talk when I’m a pony.”

“Can’t talk? Seriously? You can do that?” Hiro ribbed his friend playfully.

“Ha, very funny. Yes, I have no choice. Do ponies talk? Nope! And neither do I. Anyway, there’s a bit in my mouth, so if I tried to talk, it would come out too mumbled. That’s why I stamped my foot and shook my head when he pissed me off. It was the only way I could communicate with him.”

Hiro thought on this and could see why someone new to this practice would need training. He saw himself as a Master possibly, but quickly put down that thought to avoid the tell-tale swelling in his pants.

“So, what did you guys do next?”

“Oh, next it got really fun.”

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Eiri commanded his pony to stop and stand still. Shuichi happily did as he was commanded – his legs were getting tired and he was about to request a break.

The arm restraints were released, and Shuichi was ordered to “Get down on all fours.” He follow the order, holding his ass and head high in the air.

“I think you’re ready to have some fun with your stud. Would you like that Pretty Boy?” Shuichi whinnied loudly and stamped his fists in excitement.

Eiri pulled his cock from his pants and rubbed the wet tip against his pony’s mouth. Shuichi struggled to get his tongue past the bit to lick the precum that was slicking his lips. “What an eager little pony! You’re hot for my cock, aren’t you?”

Shuichi stamped his fist hard and whinnied, nuzzling his face against the hard cock in front of him.

Eiri suddenly stood and walked out of the room into the kitchen. He returned and set down what sounded like something made of glass. Shuichi could hear liquid sloshing, but it was behind him and he couldn’t see what was going on.

It was time for Eiri to introduce Shuichi to his final surprise for now. He held what looked like the inner cardboard of a paper towel roll in his hand, and had placed a pitcher filled with water on the floor. From the center of the cardboard tube, he pulled a tied off condom that had been filled with water, suspended and frozen. He had created a seven inch ice dildo. Peeling back the rubber of the condom, Eiri placed the makeshift cock in the pitcher of water. He knew that it had to be wetted down to insure it wouldn’t stick to any body parts it came in contact with.

Eiri tugged on the tail and removed it slowly from his sub’s body. Pulling the ice dildo from the water, he ran the tip of it along Shuichi’s muscle. They had played with ice before, so Shuichi wasn’t too surprised by the cold sensations, UNTIL it started to press into his body. Thinking that Eiri was putting an ice cube inside him, he struggled to remain calm and relaxed. But the ice kept entering him deeper and deeper, penetrating him until the sensations started to become overwhelming.

Shuichi started to panic. He was starting to feel numb in places he never imagined possible, and the result was a strong mixture of pleasure and pain.

With a strong full body shake, Shuichi screamed out from behind the bit, “ZEBRA!”

The dildo was instantly removed from his body, and Shuichi leaned back to rest on his legs in an upright position. He reached around to rub his frozen posterior, waiting for Eiri’s explanation.

He was shown the ice dildo, and his eyes went wide with surprise. He couldn’t imagine how Eiri had made the forbidding ‘toy’.

“Its just ice. In fact, it has already melted significantly. I promise I’ll use it only a short while longer.” Eiri waited for his pony’s permission to continue.

Shuichi nodded his head in agreement, resumed the position on his hands and knees, and stamped his fists to signal he was ready to continue.

The dildo was slid back home, and Eiri was amazed. The heat being generated by his pony’s body was melting the ice quickly, causing streams of water to start running down Shuichi’s thighs and legs. Shuichi was breathing heavy and deep, panting at the sensation, and Eiri reached down to play with his erection. Stroking himself slowly, he began to move the dildo in and out with slow movements. When he pushed it inwards, he stroked against Shuichi’s prostate, causing his Pretty Boy to practically scream at the sensations.

The dildo was getting harder and harder to handle, slipping from his hands and melting down legs and arms alike. Eiri was rock hard and panting, and when he finally couldn’t take the sexual strain any longer, he dropped the dildo, grabbed Shuichi’s reigns, and plunged into his ass with a single hard stroke. “OH Fuck! OH KAMI!”

Instead of being enveloped by wet hot pressure, his cock plunged into an icy cold sheath. The feeling was amazing and he had to struggle to keep himself from cumming too fast.

He tugged on Shuichi’s reigns, pulling his head up high. “Unnn, you’re not… FUCK… not to cum until… AHHH… I drop the reigns.”

Shuichi thrust himself backward, meeting the pounding of his Master and trying to angle himself so his prostate was stimulated. He rolled his hips and humped his cock against the air, desperate to find some friction. He tugged on the reigns begging for release while biting the down hard on the bit.

Eiri pounded into him so hard he was slowly being pushed across the floor. His boots brushed against his Master’s thighs, the sensation causing Eiri to quake with excitement. Eiri switched the reigns to his left hand, and with his right hand began to stroke his Pretty Boy’s flank and legs. He pinched and slapped the skin lightly causing small strawberry marks to appear. Shuichi gasped with every playful assault and slammed his fists into the ground, demanding his Master fuck him faster and deeper.

The novelist knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. The cold sensations had quickly faded and heat surrounded his cock, driving his pleasure to higher and higher levels. He slapped the reigns against Shuichi’s back, causing his pony to rear up slightly at the shock. When Shuichi began screaming incoherently, the sound pushed him over the edge. He dropped the reigns and quickly released his pony’s cock ring.

Shuichi let out a blood curdling scream as streams of cum pumped from his cock, splashing as far as his face before dripping to the floor. Eiri growled at the tightening of Shuichi’s passage and gripped his pony’s hips hard as his cock began to empty. His body shook and he screamed the name of his lover, thrusting his hips until the last throbs of his orgasm passed.

Shuichi continued to hold himself up, refusing to collapse to the floor. His entire body shook from the strain, and small whimpers could be heard coming from him.

Eiri pulled Shuichi up and rested them into a kneeling spooning position, the younger boy’s legs draped over his own. He expected his boy to melt into the embrace and relax, but instead Shuichi continued to shake and moan softly. Something wasn’t right.

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“DAMN! Look at the time! We have to hurry or we’ll be late getting back to work! Coming Hiro?”

If Hiro dared to move, he would cum. The simple rubbing of his clothes against his cock would be enough to send him spiraling over the edge. He couldn’t let Shu know this, so instead he said, “I need another cigarette. You go ahead and I’ll follow in a minute.”

The singer ran from the terrace, and the moment the door closed behind him, Hiro released his cock from it’s cloth prison. One stroke, two strokes, three strokes and he was cumming hard. He leaned forward to support himself against the railing, his tremors threatening to bring him to his knees. So much for trying to satiate himself by feeding his kink. Instead, he wanted more.

He wanted to see what his best friend did, not just hear about it. He wanted to hold a crop in his hand and dominate a pony of his own. He was in trouble now. The worst part was that Shu had made it clear that they only started out with pony play. They had continued to scene through the weekend, playing many other kinds of games. He had to know what they did, and now that Shu knew he was turned on by it, he had little doubt he’d continue to get a full blow-by-blow of their weekend fun.

Tucking himself back in, he made his way to the studio and hours of testing the limits of his self control.

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K zipped up his jeans and walked out from behind the planter. He’d stealthily made his way to the terrace to spy on his performers, and got the surprise of his life. Filing the past hour’s activities away for later contemplation, he returned to the studio and pulling a gun from his belt, worked everyone to near exhaustion. Hiro couldn’t have been more grateful.

TBC


A/N: Whew. That was FUN to write! Was it as fun to read??

Next chapter: Eiri deals with his young lover’s brush with sub-drop. The pony play is done for now, but the BDSM scening is FAR from over!