Chapter 5

I was deeply asleep when I heard an unfamiliar voice calling out, “Up, Rocky, now!”

Knowing that I had to move quickly to avoid being whipped, I was on my feet quickly, to find that Agatha was standing there, the end of my chain already in my hand.

“Come, Rocky,” she said softly, and led me down the barn into the washing area, and made me bend over the bar and clipped my nose chain to the floor so that I was bent at right angles. Again the hose was pushed into my bum and I was hosed out, although only one session was needed. Then she turned the hose on me and although it was cold water, it was refreshing in the heat of the barn. Interestingly, she washed me much more gently than Maria had, and spoke gently to me, commenting on the size of my cock and how well I had done yesterday. Then she explained that today she would be my trainer and that today I would be leaning to pull a ‘sulky’ – I had no idea what she meant, but had no means of asking. Once she had washed and dried me, she told me to kneel on the ground, and then went to the bench and picked up a leather contraption consisting of straps and chains.

“Keep still, Rocky, whilst I put your bridle on – open your mouth.” She slipped the straps over my head and pulled a rubber bit into my mouth. The straps were tightened under my chin to make the bridle tight, and then she clipped reins onto the rings either side of my face. She gathered the reins up behind me and said firmly, “Walk on!” and flicked my arse with the whip she had in her hand. As I moved forward, I felt her pull slightly on the left side of the bit and I turned in that direction. “Good boy!” she murmured, “do as you told and we’ll have you racing in no time at all.”

Now, let’s go and show you the sulky.” She steered me out of the barn, only for me to be confronted with my next surprise. Standing there, already fixed in place, was Daisy attached to a small metal two-wheeled cart. It was clearly designed to be pulled by two ponies. There was a long steel pole coming forward from the cart, then another cross pole, with Daisy standing behind that cross poll on the left-hand side with her wrists clamped to it so that she could not remove them. Like me, she had a bridle and reins on. Agatha manoeuvred me into place behind my bar, attached my wrists to the special clamps, and then, like Daisy, she removed my belt so that I was completely naked except for my boots.

Agatha came round in front of me and addressed us both. “Daisy, I am relying on you to look after Rocky today on his first day, I know you are still hot for that cock of his, and the best way to ensure he becomes the Ranch Racing Stallion is for you to help him learn to race as quickly as possible. You know me, Daisy, I am firm but fair, and we are all going to work hard today to ensure you both feel my whip as infrequently as possible. So, we are going to trot out to the Big Rock, then practice racing for a couple of hours or so, then gallop back here.”

Agatha moved behind us, gathered up the reins and climbed into the sulky – she flicked both sets of reins and called out, “Walk on!” Amazingly, although she was a big strong woman, the sulky felt very light and beautifully balanced, and we moved forward easily. “Just walk, you two, and Rocky, pick up your knees and make sure you keep in step with Daisy, otherwise I get a bumpy ride.”

I did what she said – the prospect of being whipped did not appeal. Then she called out, “Take shorter strides, Rocky, you are taller than Daisy and the sulky is pulling to the right.” We carried on like this for about ten minutes, until I had roughly mastered keeping in step with Daisy – who looked beautiful as she walked, head thrown back, her pretty breasts stuck out proudly and high-stepping confidently. I had not noticed where we were going, but now I looked around and realised that the ranch had disappeared and we were on a track in open scrub land, and already the sun was beating down fiercely.

“OK ponies, let’s trot for a bit. Rocky, keep your eye on Daisy, she’s the best trotter I have trained since I came here – I have high hopes for her at the Games.” Daisy gave me a flicker of a grin and then Agatha flicked the reins and we upped the pace to about that I was used to when I went jogging when I was back in England. But back in England I didn’t run with high-heeled boots on, nor a large butt plug in my anus nor a large steel ring on my balls sac – and it wasn’t nearly 50 degrees like now!

The track was only a dirt track, so I really had to concentrate on not stumbling on the uneven surface – I did trip a couple of times, and the second time the tip of Agatha’s whip flicked the back of my thigh painfully – “Pick your feet up, Rocky”, she called. By now, Daisy and I were matching our steps and pace well, but we had been trotting for at least 20 – 25 minutes and were both breathing heavily and sweat was pouring off us. Suddenly Agatha called out, “Doing well team, ten more minutes of perfect trotting and we’ll be at the Big Rock.”

I wasn’t sure that I could last that long, but after a couple more minutes I saw the outline of what was clearly the Big Rock ahead of us, the sight of which gave us both the energy to keep going. Another five minutes and Agatha called out “Whoa, ponies!” and we felt her pull on the reins to bring us to a halt in front of the Rock. I felt Agatha get down from the sulky and came around to us. I thought she might uncouple us, but instead she had a towel in her hand and wiped us both down with it. Then she produced a drinking bottle and squirted water into our mouths. She stowed the towel and water back in the sulky and came around to face us.

“Good work so far you two, you make a nice team. But as Daisy knows, that was just a warm up – now it gets serious. Now I want to find out if you can run through the pain barrier – Daisy can, I know, so there is no excuse for you, Rocky. We are going to be sprinting on the track over there – it is a mile long. We’ll do it a couple of times to practice, but after that it will be against the clock – and I shall expect you to improve every time. OK ponies, let’s start.” She climbed up, flicked the reins and pulled our mouth bits round to the right, then straightened us and we walked 20 yards to where a red line was painted on the track. Looking up, I could see that the track was dead straight, and in the distance I could see a marker post by the track.

Suddenly the call of “Go!” and at the very moment, the searing pain as her whip cracked across my flank, followed immediately by another stroke which missed me but loudly struck against Daisy’s buttock. We jumped forward and started to run, but our first attempt was not very successful, as Daisy was a much fitter and better runner than I was by far, and I was struggling to keep up. Also, I found that running flat out with your arms pinned to your side was far from easy.

When we reached the other end of the track, Agatha pulled us to a halt and came and explained that either I would have to go faster, or Daisy go slower – and there was no way she was going to allow the latter. She explained that I needed to lean forward more to get speed, and rely on the cross bar to stop me falling over. Daisy and I had barely recovered our breath when Agatha flicked the reins and turned us back to the race track. This time was much better and I certainly felt I did better – which Agatha confirmed at the end of that lap by giving us both a lump of sugar and some water.

And for the next two hours we ran and ran – most times we got quicker than the last time – and would get a sugar lump - then occasionally slower, in which case Agatha swung her arm hard and a fierce blow struck our bums. Finally the time was up, and without stopping, Agatha told us to race home, with the result that we could barely stand up by the time we reached the Ranch. By the time she pulled us to a halt in front of the barn, we were both gasping for breath, could hardly stand and had sweat pouring off us in streams. Agatha put our belts back on and moved our wrists from the bars to our belt clips, then removed our bridles. She clipped chains onto our nose rings and led us across to the paddock where the other ponies were already gathered.

Before she let us go, Agatha stood in front of us and said quietly, “You two have the making of a very good pair – keep this up and I will look after you well. Now go and relax.” She unclipped my chain, turned the switch on my collar on so that I could speak and as she did so, she put her hand around my balls and jiggled them in a friendly way. “And you, Rocky, have the equipment here to make a lot of our mares very happy!” She slapped our rumps and we trotted into the paddock.

Daisy skipped across the paddock to join the other mares, but I walked slowly, still recovering from the day’s exercise. By the time I joined the group, Daisy was cheerfully telling the others what a good time we had had and how Rocky had done really well and was going to make a great racing stallion. As I approached, the little pony Bella came up to me and turned and rubbed her buttocks against my cock provocatively, just like she had done the previous day. I looked around and waited to hear one of the trainers call out for her to desist, but to my surprise, there was no-one standing by the paddock gate.

At that moment, Daisy screamed, “Look out!” but it was too late, the vast frame of Presidente thumped into my back and I crashed to the ground. I had forgotten Daisy’s warning to beware the wrath of a threatened stallion, and clearly Presidente was going to take this opportunity to deal with an upstart. With my arms pinioned I frantically tried to get back on my feet but Presidente kicked my thigh hard with his boot and I sprawled back to the ground, completely at his mercy.

Suddenly I hear cries coming from the barn as the Agatha ran towards the paddock. “No, Presidente, no, get back!” But I looked up and saw that he was taking aim with his boot and was about to swing and kick my leg with a force that would surely shatter it – and destroy any hope I might have of ever being a powerful stallion, or threat to him.

But at that moment Daisy appeared behind him and swung her boot accurately between his legs and the whole paddock heard the resounding sound of her boot making contact with Presidente’s balls – followed two seconds later by his scream as he sank to the ground in agony.

All the trainers were there in a few seconds, and Maria and Jose dragged Presidente to his feet and half-dragged, half-walked him out of the paddock and away to the barn. Agatha came over and helped me up and ran her hands over my body to make sure I was not damaged. “OK, Rocky, you’re OK now, a bit bruised and battered but you’ll be fine. Looks like you owe young Daisy your pony-life – you two really are a pair now!” She went and stroked Daisy and then went to his special mare Gloria who was crying, and stroked her and calmed her down. After a few minutes the other trainers returned and led all the mares away to their stalls, leaving just Daisy and I.

When they came back, Agatha said to her, “Well done Daisy, you saved Rocky here from being sold off as a useless dray pony to some farmer – I think you deserve a bit of a reward for that.” She clipped the lead chain onto Daisy’s nose, turned the switch on her collar to silence her speech, and led her across to part of the fence that I had not noticed before – there was a wooden bench, about waist high, attached to the inside of the fence. She led Daisy to it and bent her over it and clipped her nose chain to the ground on the other side so that she was effectively tethered with her tail pointing outwards and upwards. She took hold of Daisy’s butt plug and removed it quickly from her, then walked over to where I was watching – I could feel my cock starting to fill with blood, and Agatha noticed it.

“Fancy fucking her, don’t you Rocky? Well I think you have both deserved it, so let’s release this cock of yours – whilst she was talking she silenced my speech on the collar and then she had knelt down and was releasing the ring which clipped my cock to my balls – and give Daisy another session of pleasure.” My cock had sprung up, but Agatha put her hand on the underside and stroked the glans so that by the time she had finished, my penis was pointing virtually straight upwards, I was so excited. I could hear Daisy breathing heavily and she was moving her arse to and fro as I approached her. “Gently now, Rocky, don’t want you to damage her, “Agatha said, as she took hold of my cock and guided me towards Daisy’s backside. I could smell the sexual excitement coming from Daisy’s cunt and she was grunting in excitement and swaying her rear-end provocatively to encourage me, and Agatha guided the head of my cock into the damp opening facing me. “All yours, boy, enjoy her.” So saying, she slapped my bum hard and I drove my whole length all the way into her in one stroke and left it buried there for a few seconds, then pulled right back and drove right in again.

Daisy squealed and grunted loudly and whinnied in obvious pleasure, and when I had driven into her again, I leant forward and sank my teeth into her neck and I felt her cunt walls grip me tightly and her bodied spasmed as she orgasmed wildly. Agatha was right behind my neck and said loudly, “Good boy, good boy, this is the kind of performance the Ranch needs from a stallion – you’ve got her going, now finish her off, you’ve got her all juiced up now Rocky, now fill her up with your spunk!”

Agatha continued to slap me harder and harder as I pounded faster and faster into Daisy’s juicy slit – the pain in my leg where Presidente had attacked me now forgotten as the animal instinct to copulate completely took over me, I no longer thought of Daisy as a girl, she was a pony who needed to be shown a good time by a vigorous and proud stallion. We were both furiously grunting in excitement – I sank my teeth into her neck and she orgasmed again and then I felt Agatha rolling my balls round in her hand and calling out, “Time to go Rocky, give her that nice big load now!” The sensation was ecstatic – I pushed my tool right up into her belly and kept it there as the spunk pumped out into her, and as it squirted into her, I lay my head against hers and gently licked her ear – she made a humming noise of pleasure and I knew that all the other ponies would know very soon that the new stud would be coming to service them very soon.