A Change of Scene

Chapter 1

Jacob had heard the expression "no place to go but up". But that statement implied things were about to get better. Each time he thought he had reached rock bottom it was only the edge of another cliff.

It was hard to believe just how promising things seemed only a year ago. Jacob had been doing well in his job. Even though he did not have a college degree, he had received a promotion at work and seemed on track to do even better. His bosses seemed very happy with him, and they should be, he worked hard and did a good job.

Jacob's social life was good too. He was attractive and in good shape. He stood 6'3" and his 250 pounds were almost all muscle. He thought he had a handsome face with well-chiseled features. He knew that most women found him attractive. He shared a three bedroom apartment with two cool roommates. The three of them were a great team and virtually inseparable. Everybody knew them at the local night clubs, and in a good way. They were always let in, and even though they were not particularly big spenders, they were considered part of the 'beautiful people', which meant that they hung with the best looking women and the big spenders. That meant lots of free drinks, lots of jealous looks from the other guys in the club, and the inside track to the best women. One of the latter was Julie. Julie was not only the most beautiful woman Jacob had ever met, she had class, style, and when he finally got her to bed, the ability to turn into an animal. Jacob loved the way she could change from demur to sexually assertive. For the first time in his life, he only wanted to be with one woman. He did what he never thought he would do and he asked her to marry him. Even more astounding, she said yes. 

Julie and Jacob had talked about moving in together, but he was the one on the lease for the apartment he shared with his two roommates and there was still six months to go. Nevertheless, he and Julie were ok with that. It gave them a target date for step one - living together. In about three months, they would start seriously looking for a place for them. Jacob now wondered if things might have been different if he and Julie had been able to move in together right away. If the first domino never falls does everything stay standing - maybe.

Julie was a model. This meant that she traveled a lot. They had been engaged for about two months when Julie had to go to London for a week for a shoot. She asked Jacob to come too, but he could not get the time off work. This was their most busy time of the year and as a new supervisor, he was not replaceable. Hey, maybe he didn't make the kind of money that Julie made, but he was doing pretty well. He had even managed to buy a brand new BMW. It meant a healthy car payment, but he could afford it.

So, Julie went to London and Jacob stayed at home. The first weekend she was gone they talked on the phone every night. As the second weekend approached he anticipated her return to him and the fun they would have. Julie called him on Friday night. She was very excited. She was not coming home the next day as he had expected. She had been hired to fly to Paris for 10 days of shooting there. Jacob had not been particularly jealous of her when she went to London. After all, she had invited him to come too. He had missed her, but it had only been a week. Now, another week and a half, this meant two more weekends. Jacob had just stayed home the last weekend even though his roommates had gone out clubbing and had the usual great time. He had not been clubbing with them since he and Julie had become engaged. After his call with Julie he decided that he was going to go out with them this weekend. What was the harm? He needed a guy's night out anyway.

Friday was a great night, he danced, he drank, he flirted, he was the life of the party. He had been out of action for two months, but it was "just like riding a bicycle" in no time he was back on top. Then there was this redhead. She was a knockout. Not quite Julie, but pretty close. He didn't think he had really encouraged her, but pretty soon she was all over him. He remembered being sprawled back on one of the lounges in the VIP section with the redhead (he never even got her name) on top of him locked in a deep passionate kiss. It was a bit unseemly conduct for the club, but Jacob, caught up in the moment, was not thinking of that. Shortly after that 'moment', she was gone, the club was closing and Jacob went home alone. Well, that was what he intended. After all he was engaged.

Saturday night he was back at the club. He was looking for the redhead, and he found her - or did she find him? She snuck up behind him and started to breathe on his neck. Then she was nibbling at his earlobe. Jacob missed Julie. He was supposed to be with her this weekend. They were supposed to be having a great time, but she had gone to Paris instead. Lord knows what she would be doing there. Paris for God sakes. All those sexy French men, anything could be happening. The redhead had unbuckled his belt and reached her hand down into his pants. Ok, this was officially getting out of control. It wasn't so much that he didn't want her hand in his pants; he didn't want to get kicked out of the club.

"Not here." He whispered to her. She withdrew her hand, but before he could refasten his belt she grabbed the buckle and pulled it from his pants. Then she made a loop putting the running end back through the buckle and slipped the loop over Jacob's head creating a leash. Jacob should have been mortified, but he was not. So much blood had suddenly moved below his waist that he thought he might pass out. He didn't. But as she pulled on the make shift leash and led him across the room he followed.

The redhead led Jacob down the hallway and into the women's restroom. Several women were inside but nobody screamed or told him to leave. The redhead led Jacob into one of the stalls and closed the door. Jacob's pants were loose without his belt and he had had to use his hands to hold them up. The redhead now moved his hands away from the top of his pants and unzipped his fly. Then she let go and his slacks fell to his ankles. His shorts followed his pants to the top of his shoes. Then she pushed him back onto the toilet seat. She pulled on the belt leash around his neck and he found it difficult to breathe. The lack of oxygen combined with the amount of alcohol he had consumed made everything blurry. Apparently, the redhead had lifted her skirt and removed her panties (she may have been commando) because Jacob could suddenly feel the moistness of her as she slid down his very erect penis. Then she started to work up and down. She was rolling her hips with each stroke. Her mouth closed over Jacob's and he could feel her tongue deep in his mouth. He responded, parrying and thrusting with his tongue and thrusting up in response to her movement. Through it all, she continued to pull on the belt around his neck. He could have easily loosened her grip but both of his hands were under her dress holding on to her buttocks.

She let out a squeal and shrieks and he a grunt and groan as they both exploded. He rolled his head back and exhaled deeply. She gave him a big grin. Leaned forward and gave him a peck of a kiss on the lips then jumped back off him smoothing down her dress before she disappeared out the stall door and then the door of the bathroom. Jacob started to jump up to follow her but came up short with a jerk. Somehow, she had tied the end of the belt around the water pipe on the back of the toilet. Before he could even reach his pants and pull them up, he had to figure out the knot and get the belt untied. Unfortunately she had not closed the stall door when she had left and several girls were now assembled there giggling, and - oh no - snapping pictures or video with their phones. Jacob tried to hold up his hands in front of his face to block the pictures, but he needed his hands to untie the belt. Finally, he just gave up and worked on the knot for what seemed like minutes.

As the knot came undone and he was able to stand up, the girls with the camera phones screeched and ran away. Jacob quickly pulled up his underwear and pants and ran from the restroom. He had not even removed the loop of the belt from his neck as he quickly went into the men's restroom. Only then, did he remove the belt and return it to its place around the top of his pants. He had now drawn a group of male observers. This just kept getting worse. Jacob left the club and went home.

What should he do now? Word would get out. Julie would learn something. What if the pictures from the bathroom went viral? What was he going to tell Julie? He took out his phone with the thoughts of calling her - it would be morning there- then he saw there was a text blinking. It was from Julie. The text was: "????". There was an attachment. He opened it. It was a picture of the redhead straddling Jacob on the lounge from the night before, the two of them clearly engaged in a deep very erotic kiss. That was not good. If someone had sent that, there was no doubt in his mind that what happened tonight was already on its way to Julie, if not there already.

Jacob needed to explain. He hoped he could get to her before she learned about tonight. He called, but it only went to voice mail. Well, she was very busy. He sent a text: "I can explain. Please call. I love you."

Just then, his two roommates came in. As soon as they saw him, they broke down laughing. There were three videos and they had all three on their phones. The first was Jacob being led across the room in the club by the leash made from his belt. That was not good. The second was in the women's restroom, looking at the closed door of the stall. You could see movement through the crack in the door, and the sounds from inside left little to the imagination. But, the third video was Jacob with his pants and shorts down around his ankles his penis slacked over, clearly wearing the results of prior sex, as he struggled to untie the belt/leash. He noticed in the video that he had not even been able to close his legs because of his pants around his ankles holding him spread over the toilet. His roommates were enjoying this, but Jacob was miserable.

How could he have been so stupid? He tried calling Julie a few more times - voicemail. He wasn't even sure what he was going to say other than how sorry he was. It was absolutely clear that he had been unfaithful. He had had sex with another woman. And, he had made a complete fool of himself in the YouTube world.

Jacob sent several more text messages and left a few voice messages but there was no response from Julie. Clearly, she knew and she was figuring out what to do. He decided all he could do was wait until she was ready to talk to him - if that day ever came. It didn't. Monday an express mail delivery arrived for Jacob. It contained the engagement ring he had given to Julie. Nothing else, not even a note.

By Tuesday the video trio had received over a million hits. Jacob was becoming a YouTube celebrity. Certainly not the kind he wanted to be. He was suddenly "that guy."

Julie had never spoken to him after that. He still tried to text and call her, but to no avail. She had even unfriended him. And, she was not the only one. It suddenly seemed that many people that use to suck up to him did not want to be associated with him in any way. He was getting a lot of friend requests, but they were mostly from people who had figured out that it was him in the video and who were more than a little weird themselves. Finally, he took down his page.

After three weeks his boss called him in to "talk". Even though the conduct in the videos had occurred on his own time, Jacob's boss deemed it to undermine Jacob's ability to be a supervisor. How could he properly supervise people who had seen him in such a compromising situation? It seemed that was everyone. Jacob was not fired, but he had lost his promotion.

Jacob had been hiding out at home, but then a weekend, now a full month after the redhead had devastated him, Jacob's roommates convinced him to go with them to a club. At least they were still talking to him. It was not the club where the video was made. Jacob had been 86ed from that club. He was fearful that he would not be allowed in any club, but the bouncer gave him the "I will be watching you" look and then accepted his cover charge.

Jacob had a few drinks and had actually been able to talk to a couple of people who didn't seem to know, or care, about the video. Maybe it was finally becoming old news. If there was ever anyone who wanted his 'fifteen minutes' to be over it was Jacob.

As Jacob was enjoying his third cocktail and talking to a nice and attractive blonde, a small redhead - not the one from before - approached him followed by two guys. She may have had too much to drink or just been aggressive. "Can I borrow your belt?" She asked as she reached forward and touched the buckle. The two guys exploded in laughter.

"Get away from me." Jacob shouted and swept her hands away from his body. This spun the girl and she fell hitting her head on the side of a wooden stool. Her scalp split and blood started to spurt.

"You asshole." One of the men said as he pushed his body into Jacob. The other man was helping the girl on the floor up to a sitting position. There was a lot of blood. "She was only trying to have some fun you didn't need to punch her."

"I didn't punch her asshole. I moved her hands off of me. If she weren't so drunk she would not have fallen down." But by this time the bouncer was already there. What he saw was the idiot from the You-Tube videos next to a bleeding girl who appeared to have been knocked out.

"Not cool. You are out of here." He grabbed Jacob and dragged him from the club making sure he left the front door with an extra push. Jacob stumbled, could not maintain his balance, and fell to the sidewalk tearing a hole in his pants and landing on his knuckles which tore and scuffed the skin. He caught a cab home. As the cab drove away he heard sirens in the background.

Two days later the police showed up at his place of work and brought him down to the police station to give a 'statement'. Once in a small interview room, a detective, much too large for such a small room, invaded Jacobs body space and asked: "What is about guys like you that make you hit women?"

"I never hit any woman." Jacob protested. The cop was not buying it. He examined Jacob's hands. Jacob tried to explain the fall outside the club. The cop scoffed. The interrogation went on for two hours before Jacob finally said: "That is it, I am not talking anymore. I want a lawyer." The interview ended and Jacob was arrested for Aggravated Assault, a felony charge. It seemed the girl had gone to the hospital and had stayed there for two days. Both of the guys with the girl said that she had only asked Jacob if the video was real or staged and without warning he had hit her in the face.

Jacob sat in jail for three days before his roommates helped him make bail. Jacob later learned that they debated helping him but figured if he was in jail he couldn't contribute his third of the rent so they got him out. Jacob thanked them and protested his innocence. Jacob got the feeling they didn't believe him and that really worried him. If his best friends did not believe him what chance did he have? And, in the end it was no chance. His lawyer got him a deal for a misdemeanor. Jacob at first refused, after all he was innocent. But the lawyer pointed out that if he was convicted of the felony he would go to prison for years. And, the jury would get to see the videos. It was the prosecutions' theory that Jacob had hit the girl because she had mentioned the video that he was so embarrassed about and because she was a redhead like the girl who had humiliated him in the videos. They wanted the jury to see the similarities between the two girls. Jacob knew he was trapped. He pled guilty to the misdemeanor. His attorney told him he should get probation, after all he was a first offender. He would probably have to take some counseling and do some community service, but the two days he spent in jail should be enough. It was not enough for the judge. As she began to speak to Jacob her face turned red - to match her hair. She called this a "brazen and vicious attack." She told Jacob he "was lucky the girl was not more seriously injured" and "that the prosecution had been overly kind in letting him off without a felony." He was given six months in jail. And, he was to be committed forthwith. He was placed in handcuffs and taken away. He was given no chance to even get his affairs in order.

Six months is not a long time in most of our lives, but six months locked up while the rest of the world moves forward can be almost forever. Suddenly Jacob had no income. He also had no family to help. His employer replaced him, so he had no job. Shortly after he went in the lease on the apartment came to an end and his former roommates moved on. After the lease ended he never saw them again. After the second month, nobody came to see him and nobody was accepting his phone calls, which from the jail can only be collect.

Jacob worried about his things. He knew his car had been repossessed - that meant that his credit was fucked. His roommates claimed they had sold some of his things to pay his part of the rent for the last two months. No mention was made of the cleaning deposit and neither of them would return his calls after he did get out.

After he was released he went to the old apartment and talked to the manager. His old apartment had been re-rented. The manager gave him two boxes that supposedly contained Jacob's belongings. Two boxes, that is all. No furniture. The manager did not know what had happened to it. No electronics. Those were all gone when the apartment was empty. No kitchen things of any kind. The kitchen had been cleaned out completely. No sign of his laptop. Even his pictures were gone. The boxes contained only things that had been left in the closet in Jacob's old room after his roommates were gone. Mostly clothes, not neatly packed, but just stuffed into the two boxes. Jacob wanted to take them with him, but he did not even have a car, it had been repossessed. The manager told him he would give him a week to pick them up and then he would throw it all out.

The only good news was that Jacob still had about $5,000 in his savings account and a little over $400 in his checking. He found a 15 year old Honda for $2,000. The tires had reasonable tread and the engine sounded fine, home and transportation all in one. He collected his two boxes from the proprietor of the apartment house and then he drove. There was nothing left for him here. He wanted to go somewhere else. Anywhere else, hopefully it would be somewhere where they had not heard of or seen him, if possible somewhere that did not even have Internet. He was young, only 24. He was strong. He was in good shape. At least that had meant he was left alone in 'stir'. It had not been prison. It had only been a county jail, really just a 'cream puff' place, but to Jacob it was the 'big house' and he was suddenly feeling gangster. Hey, he was an ex-con. Nobody better mess with him.

There was no place in particular that he was going. Maybe work on a ranch or a farm. It was hard, clean work, that was the kind of place that he would look for. He didn't take the interstate. The kind of place he wanted wasn't found on an interstate exit. Besides, he had discovered that his new ride needed an alignment and shook intolerably over 50 mph. But, that was ok; he was in no particular hurry.

He did not stop until he had put 1,000 miles between him and his past. Then he started to cruise through small farming towns. They were small, but they also seemed inviting. These were not the ones with the super service stations for the truckers and tourists along the interstate. The nearest interstate was an hour or more away. These were the towns that had been bypassed. It was pretty much still 1950 in these places, even earlier in some. Jacob would find the diner. Every town had one where the farmers had breakfast at 5 or 6 in the morning. He would ask if anyone was hiring. He got a few jobs this way, but nothing for more than a day or two.

He also found the local bar or club, out here it was almost always called a 'roadhouse'. They all had a lot of cheap beer, bluegrass or country music that sounded better after two or three beers and women who had never seen a town with a population of more than 5,000 people. Sometimes he connected, most times he was happy just drinking his beer and listening to the music. He was even starting to like country.

It had only been about two months since he had been released from jail and started his quest for a new life but already he was feeling better about it. Nobody had mentioned the video. He sometimes received questioning looks when he came into town, but it was the "what is this stranger doing in our town?" look, not the "where have I seen that guy before?" look.

Jacob wasn't even sure what the towns' names were. They all sounded the same. He would bother to learn the name when he found one where he could get hired.

It was about 10 pm. Jacob was on his second beer when this cute little thing came up and sat at the stool next to him.

She looked to be about 20 (she wasn't asked for ID, but that would be pretentious in a town where everyone knew everyone) she had auburn hair cut to shoulder length. She was small, no more than 5'4" and could not have weighed more than 90 pounds. Jacob could have lifted her with one arm. She was wearing Daisy Duke cutoff jeans, a straw cowboy hat and red cowboy boots. Her breasts were not large, but created perky points in her sleeveless plaid shirt. It did not appear she was wearing a bra. Given the surroundings, she looked like she had just walked onto set from central casting. She smiled and opened small talk.

Jacob had been in a few towns were strangers were strictly avoided. He had sat all night in a few roadhouses without anyone other than the waitress or bartender acknowledging his presence. He had tried to talk to people who only looked at him like he was speaking Chinese. But this girl had approached him and started talking to him. It was welcome. He offered to buy her a beer and she accepted.

The next thing he knew it was 1:30 a.m., he and the girl were the only ones left and the bartender told them he needed to close up.

Jacob had not taken a motel room that night. He only did that every four or five days to get a shower. He was trying to figure out where he could take this 'pretty young thing'. She then suggested she knew an afterhour's place that was a lot of fun. Jacob didn't hesitate for a second before taking her up on that offer. She asked if he had his car. He affirmed he did and they set out together along dusty country roads with her giving direction and him driving.

It took about 30 minutes before they pulled up near a cluster of buildings. Jacob could see lights coming from one of them and there were at least six cars parked out front. Jacob and Sally (he had learned her name) got out of the car and Jacob started to walk toward the building with the lights, but Sally took his hand and with a coquettish grin and led him off toward a different building. Jacob did not resist. As they entered a set of large double doors, Jacob could tell they were in a stable. Sally moved him to one of the stalls. There were openings or windows or something high up in the building because the moonlight was streaming through and Jacob's eyes quickly adapted to the light.

Sally stood on her toes and tried to kiss Jacob. The difference in height made this a challenge. She tugged on his shirt in a downward motion and he knelt and then sat on the floor in the straw. Then she was on top of him, her tongue invading his mouth. She unbuttoned his shirt working her mouth down his chest with each button, lingering and moving from side to side. She stopped to lick each of his nipples. Her 90 pounds easily pushed his 240 back onto his back. He felt her hands at his belt, felt his fly open, and he used his legs to lift his body as she pulled down his jeans until both his jeans and underwear were at his knees.

First, there was the touch of her hands on his balls and penis. Then as her hands fondled his balls, he felt her tongue touch first the tip of this penis, then work softly down the side. He had expanded to full height by now (he was proud of his length and hoped she would be impressed). He felt her mouth move down the shaft of his penis and her tongue started to flick at his balls. This was pretty amazing. She was very good and he was really enjoying this. He opened his legs as far as he could to let her get her head in to continue her work. Then he felt pressure above his balls. She had taken a hold of his scrotum above the balls and seemed to be squeezing quite tightly. It did not hurt, but it felt strange because it was a constant pressure, not moving. But then she pulled back and stood up. Strangely, the pressure around his scrotum was still there.

Jacob reached for his testicles. There was something else there. Around his scrotum but above the balls was a band. It was metal of some kind and seemed to be locked on. He tried to examine it looking in the dim light for a release mechanism. He could find none.

Jacob rose from the ground, but as he did he found that the small collar locked around such a sensitive part of his body had a small chain extending from it. Jacob pulled on the chain before realizing it was locked to a ring in the floor. He was anchored by his balls to the floor of this stall. Sally stood about five feet away smiling at him. He tested the limit of his movement and realized she was just out of his reach.

"Ok, pretty kinky. What if I don't want to play?" He was not sure that was true, but figured he needed to assert himself.

"You don't want to have fun? I guess I could let you go and we could just go drink, although I thought you were interested in other things. Or, I could just go drink and come back later to see if you are in a more receptive mood. Yea, that sounds right." She turned and started to walk away.

"Wait." Jacob called after her. "Ok, let's play." He held out his arms and signed for her to come to him. Once he got a grip on her, they could make love and then he could keep hold until she let him go.

"Take off your clothes." She started to open her shirt as she said this. Jacob was ok with that and very quickly stripped. As he finished removing his cloths, he noticed that Sally had unbuttoned her shirt but had stopped there.

"You have to take off your cloths too." He said.

"Soon, we have a little more to do." She said. She threw what looked like a dark colored bag to him. "Pull this over your head and then tighten the drawstring at the neck. It is like a blindfold, but a lot better." She had a sexy inviting grin on her face. "I have found that this really raises the sensuality."

Jacob looked at the bag. He did not like the idea of not being able to see. "We don't need blindfolds." He gestured for her to come to him with one hand while continuing to hold the bag in the other hand.

"And I thought you were ready to have some fun." The tone was pouting. She turned again and started to walk away.

Jacob's stomach lurched. He felt his muscles tense. "No, wait. I'll do what you want." As she turned to look at him from where she had walked about 15 feet away Jacob found the opening in the bag and pulled it over his head.

"There is a drawstring at the bottom. Pull it and it will keep all the light out." Jacob found the strings and pulled on them. As he did he heard a clicking sound. "Tighter." She said. He pulled a bit more, there were more clicks. He could feel the bottom of the bag around his neck. The bag was made of some heavy fabric and it moved out and in with his breathing. It felt very confining and Jacob decided he didn't like this. He had given it a go. He grasped the bottom of the bag and tried to open it up so he could slip it off. It did not budge. The string would close it, but there seemed no way to open it.

"I don't like this. How do I get it off?" His words were loud inside the bag. He did not know how loud they would be outside. In any event, she ignored him.

"Hold your arms out front of you and ball your fists."

"What for?"

"Don't spoil the surprise. I guarantee this is going to be an experience like you have never had before." He had had some experiences he wished he had never had; he was really hoping this was not in that category. Nervously he held up his hands with his fist closed. He felt something go over his right hand, then his left. There was another clicking sound similar to what he had heard when he pulled the drawstring on the hood. He pulled his hands back. She had put something over them. He tried to open his hands and found that they were confined in bags similar to that over his head. He shook his hands but the coverings stayed in place. She must have tightened them around his wrists. Instinctively he raised his hand to his mouth only to be reminded that his mouth was shielded under the hood. By playing along he had let her get a lot more control over him. But even without hands he was much larger and stronger than she was. He may not be able to grip with his hands but if he could get an arm around her she would never break loose.

"Raise your right arm and hold it extended." Her voice was less melodic and more demanding.

"No. I don't like this game anymore. Let me out of here. . . NOW." He tried to sound commanding. There was a whooshing sound followed by a loud crack, almost like the sound of a gun, but it was not a gun and Jacob felt the air from the pop of the whip no more than an inch from his right nipple.

"Raise you right arm and hold it extended." Her tone had not increased. It was exactly the same as the last command, authoritative but without any sense of anxiety.

"No way. This has gone far enough already. Get this shit off of me." It came out more whiny than authoritative. He cursed himself for that. There was a whooshing sound again, but this time the crack was punctuated with a burning pain just below his left nipple. He pulled both of his gloved hands up to try to massage the wounded flesh.

"Raise you right arm and hold it extended." He did not think she would actually whip him, but she had, and it had hurt a lot. It did not seem that this game would play out well for him if he kept refusing. He raised his right arm and held it extended.

He felt something wrap around his wrist and buckle or close shut. He could tell she was keeping a safe distance from him. If he had hands he might be able to grab her, but with the bags over his hands that was impossible.

"Now raise your left arm and hold it extended." What choice did he have? He held up his left hand as she wrapped and fastened something around the wrist.

"Turn around and kneel down." He complied without thinking of what she was going to do next.

"Place your hands behind your back and touch them, palms in." He knew what that meant. She was going to secure his hands behind his back. That was not good. He needed a plan, but he did not know what it was going to be. He did not want more strikes from the whip. He hesitated, she waited, and eventually he placed his hands together behind his back. Almost as quickly as his wrists touched he felt something clip through rings on the cuffs. He tested his arms. His wrists were cuffed and fastened together with some sort of clip behind his back. They did not appear to be locked in any fashion, but with his hands covered he could not manipulate any type of clipping mechanism.

"Hold your position." He did not move. He could feel her at his ankles. He thought of rolling to his side and kicking her, but he suspected that would not end well. Even if he did damage to her he would still be anchored to the floor with his hands held behind his back. When she moved back he moved his ankles and realized that she had placed a cuff on each ankle and connected them with a short hobble. How short he did not know, but he doubted he was running anywhere. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe now she would release his balls from the floor anchor.

She had not said anything to him, but he felt her at his back. She placed something around his left upper arm just above the elbow. It felt metal. Everything else had just clipped on; this seemed to require tightening with some sort of wrench. When she was done with the left upper arm she pushed his right arm out a short distance and began fastening the same type device to that arm. When she had finished he tried to move his arms and realized that the two cuffs on his upper arms were connected with some sort of metal rod.

"Be Still." She ordered and he felt the bite of a switch or crop against the outside of his thigh. It did not hurt as much as the whip had but he figured she could make it hurt a lot more if she wanted. He stopped wiggling. She was doing something on the center of the bar between his elbows and the effect was that the bar was lengthening and thus pushing his elbows apart. As his elbows moved apart his wrists moved up toward the bar. At some point she stopped turning the bar and he heard another click. He tried to maneuver his hands and realized that his elbows were connected by a metal bar that ran from the inside of one upper arm to the other with his wrists then clipped to the bar in the middle.

That was just unacceptable. He twisted his hands inside their bags and cuffs. He pushed his arms back and forth and tried to twist against the bar. He shook his upper body back and forth twisting and pulling at the restraints. Everything held tight and there was almost no movement.

He heard her giggle. "It's way too late for that." He felt her hand stroke his shoulder.

"Why are you doing this? Let me go now!" This did not feel like a game anymore. This felt like something serious and he did not like that feeling at all. He felt completely vulnerable. Even when he was in jail he had not felt this vulnerable. There he always knew there were rules. Here, now, he had no idea what was happening and what would happen. All he knew for sure is that this 90-pound girl had effectively subdued him and he was now very much at her mercy.


Chapter 2

Jacob stopped struggling and let his head drop forward. The sound of his now heavy breathing was accentuated by the hood covering his head. He heard something. It was voices. Not Sally's, somebody else. At least two somebodys. "Help. Help me!" Jacob called out.

"Well, Well. Aren't you in a bit of a fix?" It was one of the two voices he had heard.

"Yes. Please. She caught me. I can't get loose. Please help me."

"She certainly did. And a fine catch it is. Good work Sally." Jacob felt a finger tracing the muscle definition of his chest. It tracked over to his left breast and took a moment to tease the nipple. Jacob gasped involuntarily.

"Nice indeed. And responsive it would appear. Very strong looking, but do you think it can run?" It was clear that this new girl was not talking to Jacob. It was also clear that she was not going to help him. He felt his body slump with resignation of the fact that he could do nothing to free himself.

"I don't know. I can't wait to get him broken and see how he works saddled." It was Sally's voice. "Broken" . . . "Saddled" that did not sound encouraging to Jacob. He did not know what she had in mind, but it was pretty clear that Sally had no intention of letting him go. "He is pretty compliant so hopefully training will go well."

"Don't let your guard down. The seemingly compliant ones always have a little surprise waiting." Jacob did not think of himself as compliant. And, if they thought he was going to just give up to them and let them "break" him or "saddle" him then they did have a surprise coming.

"That is true, but this one is very pain adverse. I can't wait to see how he reacts to a taste of the training ring." Sally giggled as she said this last part. If he hadn't been frightened before he was certainly feeling it now. What in the hell was going on here? This was not some bizarre spur of the moment thing. It did not seem that Jacob was the first to be captured by these girls. No wonder Sally had taken him so easily. It was all planned out with everything see needed in place. She was able to maneuver him to just the right place and then get his guard down through sex to fasten him to the floor. Where had the little chain and ring been hidden? Must have been in the straw. It really was true that the big head can't think when the little head was busy. From the moment she had his balls locked to the chain he was done and she had won. He wondered how many times she had done this before. Where were the others? But more importantly, what was going to happen to him now?

"On your feet." It was Sally and the command was accompanied by an upward pressure on the chain that connected to the ring around his scrotum below his penis and above his testicles. Any pressure on the chain pulled on the ring and put pressure on his balls. As leashes go this one worked well, he would go wherever she pulled without any question. He quickly got to his feet and then started to walk forward as she pulled on the chain. At first he almost fell from the limited step allowed by the hobble between his ankles. It was only about twelve inches so he had to shuffle along to try to keep up with her. It did not help matters to be hooded. He could not see a thing and with his arms fastened behind him he could not use his hands. There was not even the assistance of a hand on his arm to guide him, only the pull at his testicles, painful if he did not keep up, yet if he tried to anticipate he lost his sense of direction. He expected to slam into a post, or wall, or trip on something on the floor at any moment, but the threat to his testicles kept him moving forward.

She had stopped pulling forward but Jacob only knew that because a hand against his chest stopped his forward progress. "You may be right about this one. He seems very anxious to please." It was the other girl. He had no desire to please any of these people. He just had an abiding desire not to have his balls pulled off. Jacob's fear was being replaced by anger. He had never hit a girl. Even if his record said differently he had never done it, but he was willing to change that now. He went to jail for putting a girl in hospital when he had really done nothing. Now he wanted to put at least one, maybe two in hospital. But right now they were in control. He would have to wait. He would have to be patient, and then he would take his revenge. And revenge would be oh so sweet.

Now there were hands on his upper arms, hands on both sides. He was being guided forward, but slowly. He moved as they led until his upper body bumped up against something. He could feel something like a bar just below his neck, another at his stomach and another at his thighs. There were hands on his back pushing him forward against the bars - one of the girls. He could clearly have overcome her strength and pushed back even without hands, but he did not. He felt straps cross his shoulders, then at his waist and then below his buttocks across his thighs. Now he was held to the bars. He wondered if he should have resisted. It was too late now, but did it really matter? He could have resisted but it is likely he would eventually be in the position he was in, only it would be after a lot of pain. Sally had called him "pain adverse" he would rather think of it as intelligent. There was no point in receiving pain just to demonstrate his resistance. In fact that seemed counterproductive. Better he appear compliant so they would make a mistake and let their guard down. Even if he had managed to break free of their grasp, what then? He could not see a thing. He did not have use of his hands. He was hobbled to a twelve inch step. And, by the way, they had him on a leash to his testicles. There was no other option but to do what they wanted - at least for now.

He felt his legs being pulled out to the limit of the hobble and then heard clicks as each ankle was secured outward. He would now not be able to move his feet.

There was somebody behind him. He felt the bags being removed from his hands. Maybe they were going to release his hands and arms, even secured to this frame that might present an opportunity. He needed to remain alert and wait for an opportunity. His wrists and arms were not released. Instead each hand was opened up and he felt and smelled someone putting something on his fingernails. Polish? Were they polishing his nails? Oh well, that was not a big deal. (What Jacob did not know was that it was not nail polish at all it was a special chemical designed to stop the growth of and kill his fingernails. They would stop growing within days and within weeks they would all fall off. They would never grow again. But for the purposes of his captors he did not need fingernails and growing nails would be a bother they did not want to have to deal with.)

Whoever was working behind him removed the clip holding his wrists up to the bar, and even removed the wrist cuffs. Jacob was now able to straighten his arms, but with the cuffs on his upper arms he could do nothing more than flop them up and down. He could feel the belt around his waist but there was no sign of a buckle or fastening of any kind. He could not reach the belt at his thighs or the one at his shoulders. There were hands on his hands lifting them up against his arms. He pulled his hand free and dropped it down. He heard the sound of the air being separated just before he felt the fire on his buttocks and heard the report of the quirk hitting home. That hurt. Not insurmountable, not like the bull whip had hurt, but it hurt enough to get his attention. And it proved his point. They could hit him with the quirt a lot more times than he was willing to endure just to make a meaningless point. He folded his lower arms up against each other and along the metal bar.

The person behind him was now wrapping his arms and the bar with something like gauze. They worked from elbow to elbow until his lower arms were completely wrapped. It sort of held his arms against the bar, but not tightly. But then he felt something being fitted over his arms. He could smell the leather, even through the hood. The leather molded to his arms from just above the metal cuff on each upper arm down and across this folded lower arms creating a leather U shaped enclosure. It laced along the inside and top but like a corset laces started in the center and then worked out in each direction until each lacing ended on the upper arm. Whoever was doing this had done it before. The arm binder, that is what it was, was first installed loosely. Then the laces were tightened, working from the center out. Then the process was repeated working any slack out until both sides of the device almost met. A single leather form encasing both arms and the metal rod between them was formed. Jacob tried to move his fingers but could barely wiggle them. This thing was not coming off without help. Then he felt heat near his upper arms and smelled a burning smell. The laces had been knotted at the top on each inside arm but then the laces were melted around the knot. It could not be untied. To remove this binder the laces would have to be cut. This was a pretty major complication. It was a pretty good bet with this amount of work that they did not intend to remove the arm restraints very often or soon for that matter.

Jacob felt the neck of the hood being loosened. This was done with ease, as if all one had to do was pull at the base, but Jacob knew that was not the case. He had tried before he lost the use of his hands. He wondered what the secret was, although he was pretty sure it would at least require hands, something he no longer had. Then the hood was pulled off. They were in a room painted white with a clean concrete floor. The person who had removed the hood was not Sally. It was, although, a small female. This one was only about 5'2" very petite. She had pretty green eyes and light red hair pulled to the side in two braids. Of course it was red hair. She held up what looked like a bundle of straps in her right hand. "This is your head gear. Your bridle, it is going on, easy or hard, painful or not, it is your choice." There was something in the way she looked into his eyes and the tone of her voice that convinced Jacob that not painful was the right choice. He also seemed to know that no response was called for from him. He just stared back into her face.

She seemed to understand his acquiescence. She lifted the tangle of straps; in her expert hands they quickly found their way onto his head. A strap circled his head at the forehead. At either side of the head it intersected with another strap that circled his head from the crown down the sides and under his chin where it crossed and then passed around his neck to buckle in the back. Another strap came from the back of his head around to where it met rings located on either side of his head. Two shorter straps with additional rings connected to this ring projected forward so that each of these rings lay just forward of the corners of his mouth. The straps down the sides of his head also supported a panel of about three inches on each side near his eyes. This panel was equipped with snaps that would allow different types of additions to be added very easily. Once in place the girl moved around adjusting the straps until she was satisfied with the arrangement.

Jacob did not like the feel of this thing around his head. Even though it really did not interfere with anything it felt confining. He somehow knew that he was not going to like this appliance. The confirmation came quickly.

"Open your mouth." He really did not want to but did so hesitantly, still looking into her eyes. As soon as his mouth was open she shoved something between his jaws. He stopped cooperating and tried to move his head from side to side to dislodge the invader, but she was ready for that and quickly snapped it onto the two rings that extended to the edges of his mouth. As her hands left his face he shook his head back and forth and pushed at this unwelcome thing with his tongue. Neither effort had any effect. He bit down to find that whatever it was there was a rubberized coating over its exterior. He was pretty sure that the device was made of metal he was at least happy that it had some type of coating to protect his teeth. But it was more than a metal bar running through his mouth. He could feel something lying on his tongue. It had a brank of about two inches that extended back toward his throat. He could also tell that it had levers that positioned through the rings at the side of his mouth and that pressure on the levers would cause the brank to be pushed down against his tongue.

"No. Take it out. Don't do this." He tried to say, but now it was just a jumble of noises that even he could not understand. He wildly shook his head, but the bridle fit perfectly to his head and the bit now lodged between his teeth was going nowhere. It had the effect of both bridling him and gagging him. Two birds with a single bit as it were.

Jacob's attention was quickly drawn away from his head. He felt activity below his waist. The band that Sally had utilized to capture him by capturing his testicles loosened and disappeared. He was glad to have that controlling device gone, but his relief was short lived. Something else was being placed in exactly the same spot. Only this seemed to have more weight. In addition, as he looked down he could see the girl closing the two halves of this new device with some kind of Allen wrench. When she was done it was tighter than before. Next she pulled a belt, at least six inches wide around his waist. Before she closed it into place she connected two wires from the device around his scrotum into slots on the inside of the belt. Then the belt was closed and cinched also using a wrench. Without the tool, even with hands it was not coming off.

"Ok pony, you are almost done. Even though ponies don't get to have conversations I want to make sure you understand the device that has just been placed on you. This is a control ring. It has a GPS device monitor so we can always tell where you are, but just as importantly it is never allowed to be outside a defined perimeter. If you hit the perimeter there will be a five second warning." She pushed a button and Jacob felt a buzzing around his scrotum. "Pretty easy to discern. If you are not back in the allowed territory within the five seconds, or if someone pushes the control button, well . . . I think you should know what will happen." She held up a small remote control and pushed a red button.

Jacob had never in his life felt such pain. It felt as if someone had reached inside him and dragged his insides out through his penis. He immediately lost control of his bladder and bowls. Urine sprayed from his penis and brown goo leaked from his rear. He needed to get his hands around his stomach, but they were locked behind him. He needed to crawl into a ball, but he was held tightly to the bars of the frame. All he could do was push his head back and shriek.

"Pretty much the same reaction I have seen every time. Would you like a second demonstration?" He was wildly shaking his head back and forth. He was ready to do whatever she wanted to keep from having that happen again. He looked down at the innocuous looking metal band that circles his scrotum. How could something so small cause such horrific pain? This was a major game changer. As long as this thing was connected to him he was going to be very very careful.

"No. Please. No more." He tried to say, but it came out as babbling. Even without the bit in his mouth it would have been hard to understand.

"Good boy." She said as she patted him on the side of the head, then she turned and walked away leaving Jacob shaking and shivering. If it wasn't for the bands holding him to the frame he would have collapsed onto the ground. It was hard to breath. He was gasping for air. He was hyperventilating.

He was alone. He was trying to make sense of things. Why did they do this to him? Again he dropped his head forward and looked at the small metal ring. It was less than an inch wide. The interior diameter could not be more than an inch. It was thick, almost half an inch. Tight, but not overly constrictive, but tight enough. It was not going to come off. Even if he had use of his hands it would be virtually impossible to feed his testicles through the small opening that locked around his scrotum. He could see metal loops on the outside surface, at least two of them. The earlier device had shown the efficacy for attaching a leash. He was certain the loops preserved this diabolical use. Thus, it had the ability to control him both manually and through its implementation of pain to terrorize him.

As his breathing came back under control he became more aware of the implement in his mouth. He was drooling down the sides of his face. He tried to suck back the liquid, but with his mouth held open that seemed impossible to control. He could also feel the flat metal plate lying on top of his tongue. It moved freely up and down when he pushed with his tongue but did not seem at all limited in movement by the pressure exerted by his teeth on the shaft. The interior portion, the brank, must move on a free rod set inside the larger bar that extended from cheek to cheek. The rings in his bridle - that is what she had called the head piece - held it deep in his mouth applying pressure to the sides of his mouth. He did not like the feel of it. He did not want this thing in his mouth, but like everything else they did there was nothing he could do about it. He hoped that it would not be permanent.

Jacob heard movement. Had she returned? Was Sally back? What were they going to do to him now? He was still fastened to the frame. Why had they not removed him? It sounded like something was rolling over the floor. He turned his head to the side trying to get a look. He saw another woman. This one was pushing a small cart, really more a table, on wheels. It was somebody new. How many of them were there? As she pushed the cart around in front of him she smiled. He looked briefly into her face. She was a little older than Sally or the girl who had just finished torturing him. She was wearing a white coat like a doctor or a lab technician. His eyes fell on the stainless steel tray on the top of the cart. There were devices that looked like tools for working leather. There were forceps, a soldering iron, and rings of various sizes. There was also a small box of cotton swabs and some bottles the contents of which he did not recognize. His body started to shake again. There were needles, large and long needles. He was sure he was not going to enjoy this.

As Jacob struggled to remove himself from the confining straps the woman put on a pair of surgical gloves. She took a piece of cotton and used one of the bottles to wet it. Then she used the now moist cotton to clean first one then the other nipple. The liquid felt cold and he could feel the nub of his nipples harden in response. She carefully inspected each nipple, placing her head close enough that he could feel her breath on his body. It was not erotic. She lifted a pair of forceps. They had openings between the tongs. Then she used one hand to pinch and pull one of his nipples forward applying the forceps to the extended flesh. He tried to shake his body to dislodge the device but his range of motion was too limited to have any effect. Then using something that looked like a wine cork and a needle that now looked about a foot long he watched in horror as she pushed it through the flesh behind the nub of his right nipple. He expected it to hurt, but compared to what the last girl had done the pain did not seem that bad. Removing the forceps she used the needle to thread a ring through his flesh. He was being pierced. She repeated the process on the other nipple.

Next she knelt in front of him and took his penis in her hand. Once again she swabbed it with the moistened cotton. He had heard of men who pierced their penis, but the thought of it turned his stomach. There was little doubt in his mind what she was about to do. He also knew there was nothing he could do to stop her. There wasn't. She pushed a needle through the head of his penis. Not the skin, the penis itself. This did hurt and he screamed through the bit, but she paid no attention to him. Soon a ring of almost an inch and a half had been treaded through the end of his penis. She apparently knew what she was doing because it was set lower in the penis, obviously to keep it from interfering with the passage through the penis. She was not finished with his groin. She picked up a can of shaving cream and quickly lathered his crotch. He watched in terror, holding as still as he could as she then went to work with a straight razor shaving away all of the hair between his legs.

He hoped that she was finished, but she was not. She held his chin with one hand and inspected his nose with the other. He tried to free his chin and move his head back and forth. "The easy way or the hard way?" was all she said as she looked into his eyes. This woman was taller than the others. Not as tall as Jacob, but close enough. He knew what her question meant. He stopped resisting and closed his eyes. He felt something pushed against his nostrils, he felt pressure on his septum, then there was a popping sound and a pinch of pain in his nose. Her hands withdrew and he opened his eyes. He saw her lift a bronze colored ring about an inch in diameter and feed an open end through the opening she had made in his septum. He did not move as she fed the ring through his nose.

The woman then picked up the soldering iron and quickly applied it to the opening in each of the four rings. It must have been a cold solder because he did not feel any heat as she closed each ring. She carefully inspected each ring, turning it in his flesh to make sure it moved freely and was closed in an inescapable circle. He had been ringed. She removed her gloves and dropped them onto the tray.

"Those should heal up just fine in a few days. There may be a little pain, but I am sure you can endure it." She had picked up something else from the tray. He was not sure what it was. Her hand returned to his penis which was now completely limp. Acting quickly in case it responded to the touch she bent it back toward the ring at his scrotum. He heard a click and she let go. His penis stayed bent over, doubled back to his scrotum. Jacob looked down and could see that she had utilized a small padlock to lock the ring in the head of his penis to one of the loops in the control ring. "There, that should keep you out of trouble." Jacob was horrified with the sight. What would that feel like if he became excited?

She walked over to a table at the side of the room and returned with something in her hand. It was the hood that had only been removed after he had been locked in the frame. He did not want that back on his head. "Please. No. I'll be good." He tried to say as she pulled it over his head and he heard the clicking sound as it tightened around his neck. Once again he was plunged into darkness.

After a short time - but it is very difficult to judge time inside a hood - Jacob felt the belts holding him to the frame being released. He was no longer anchored to anything but it made no difference. He knew he would be directed to go some place soon, but until that happened there was nothing for him to do but stand where he was. There was pressure at his control ring and a click. He was leashed again and he would follow where led. The pull was to his left and he followed. There was a different feel to the control ring as compared to the ball restraint Sally had fixed him in before. The control ring was heavier. Even without the pull of the leash he could feel its weight pushing down on his balls. When not pulled tight it swung back and forth with every step. It would be a constant reminder of his status.

Jacob didn't know how far they went. He was not really paying attention. He was stopped, turned, and then pushed forward. Once again his body made contact with something. This time it was a padded bar at waist level. A strap circled his waist and he was now restrained to this single bar. His current guide then clipped something to the outside of each ankle and pulled it tight. His legs were now spread to the maximum of the hobble and anchored in place. Only then did she remove the hood. This was an entirely different girl. How many of them were there? This was a redhead. Jacob had in the last year acquired a strong aversion to redheads. Like most of these women she was very petite. Again, clearly less than 100 pounds. Jacob wondered if it was something geographical to this area or something relating to what was going on at this place that led to the large number of very petite women. Maybe it was psychological. He was so much bigger, so much stronger than any of them yet here he was totally under their control. A single wisp of a girl could maneuver and move him with ease and there was not a thing in the world that he could do to prevent or even effectively protest what they wanted.

This thought was underscored as the redhead clipped a line into his newly installed nose ring and pulled down. Jacob bent forward over the bar at his waist until he could physically go no further. Keeping tension on the nose leash the redhead fastened the end to a ring in the floor. Jacob had been pulled forward to the point that his head was actually below the level of the bar at his waist. He had even had to go up onto his toes as his body was bent forward. With his arms held tightly in the arm binder behind his back he was unable to move at all. Tethered by the nose he could not even turn his head.

The redhead ran her hands through Jacob's hair. He had never worn it too long, but over the last few months it had grown out to a top length of about 3 inches. She produced an electric razor from a nearby table then starting at his forehead on the right side shaved back across Jacob's scalp. She continued taking a strip at a time from front to back. Jacob could see from the hair cascading to the floor that where she was cutting she was taking it all the way to the scalp. The beginning swipes moved quickly, but after he was sure she had rendered him bald Jacob could sense that she was now trimming. Something had been left. It was a strip about an inch to two inches wide down the center of his head from the forehead to the nape of the neck, a Mohawk. After she put down the electric razor she produced lather and finished the job cleaning the shaved portions with a straight razor. Rubbing the now bald portions of Jacob's head clean with a towel she then proceeded to apply a gel to the remaining hair. Although Jacob could not see he could feel her working the hair so that it stood straight. Unlike the barber shop she did not ask Jacob what he thought. His opinion was not relevant. She didn't even hold up a mirror for him to see what she had done to him.

When she had finished with his head Jacob saw her pick up a lock of his freshly mown hair and carefully examine it. She rolled it back and forth in her fingers checking the density. She held it up to the light examining the color and condition. Then she walked out of his range of view and he heard some drawers opening and closing. He tried to tilt his head to the side to see what was going on but the pain in his nose discouraged any further attempts to assuage his curiosity. He would know when, and if, she decided.

She was behind him. He felt very vulnerable pulled over with his buttocks held up over the bar and his legs stretching to keep contact with the floor. She used a damp cloth to clean up the mess that had been left on his butt and legs when he had lost control of his bowels after the shock from the control ring. Just having a woman cleaning him was degrading and underscored his complete loss of control.

Then he felt pressure at his anus. Something was being pushed into his rectum. Was she raping him? No, it was not moving in and out. Whatever it was just went in. Then he felt something expanding just inside the anus. The intruder was being pumped up. He was being given an enema. He could feel the water flowing into his insides. It was a gentle, but constant flow. He tried to clench to stop it, which would work for a bit, but as soon as he relaxed even a little more would flow in. He didn't know where the redhead had gone. It seemed she had just left him to endure this most current indignity.

Eventually the inward flow stopped. He did not know whether it was because a predetermined volume had been met or the pressure inside him had just balanced the incoming pressure. Either way the pressure was intense. He could see that his belly was distended and everything ached. He really needed his arms to wrap around his stomach. He had never before realized just how important the use of one's arms were to providing self comfort and relief. Even though he knew it was futile he twisted and pulled at his arms, maybe the bindings had loosened a bit. They had not. He tried to push down as if passing a bowel movement to see if he could force this thing from his rectum, but the expanded plug held firm which meant that he continued to retain all the contents that had been inserted into his bowels.

He was crying. He hadn't even realized it until he felt a tear run down his cheek. How had this happened to him? If only he had never come to this place. He could have stayed in the city. That was his familiar ground. He was a stranger here and that had made him prey. But even then, why had he left the bar with Sally. She had seemed like such a nice girl, well looks are deceiving aren't they. But even then why did he go with her into the barn? It was for sex, and she was inviting him, right? He had come on to her. He had made it clear that he wanted to have sex with her. But she was the one who had led him into the barn, into her trap. And how did he fall for that? How did he let her secure that ring around his balls?

He looked at the heavy control ring swinging gently back and forth with each movement of his body. He wished he had the first ring back. There had to have been a way to get it off. Why had he not devoted his attention to removing it? Without the ring anchoring him to the floor she would have been no match for him. Even with the assistance of her friends, assuming they were close by he could have prevailed. As he recounted the step by step erosion of his liberty he could not believe he had been so stupid. He had put the hood on his own head. He had pulled the drawstring. He had held up his hands to be bagged. He thought it was some kinky game. By then it was clearly too late. He did not fault himself for not offering more resistance at that point. Hooded and without the use of his hands he would have never gotten that damn thing off his balls. He needed to have acted at least before his hands were bagged. At least then he could have worked on removing the hood. He knew from having it placed on and taken off that there was some simple release mechanism. Had he resisted putting the hood on he could have devoted all his attention to the damn ring. Ok, so she threatened to walk away. So what? That would have left him to figure out how to get that damn thing off. But no, he thought there was still sex in the offing. Well, there had been. He had been fucked big time. Sally had played him perfectly, and from that point until now each thing they did just increased her control over him.

The redhead was back. She blotted the tears from his eyes. "Now, now, I know that is uncomfortable, but it is almost over. You will be so clean and fresh, and I can fit your new tail." She ran her hand down his Mohawk, and then she ran her hands over his shoulders running them down across his chest and teasing his nipples with a finger from each hand. With his head pulled down by the line attached to his nose ring he could not see her face, but he could feel her touch. It felt really good. How could he be responding to her touch under these circumstances? He was completely helpless and cramping with the liquid that filled his bowels, but there was something so erotic about this touch. Part of it was the knowledge that he had no control. He could not even avoid her touch, and it seemed he could not avoid his body's response to her touch. He was becoming aroused.

He looked between his legs and saw that his cock was beginning to harden. But it was still bend double and locked to the control ring. This was not going to be good. He tried to will it to soften. He tried to take his mind of the gentle stroking of his nipples, but they had somehow become the most sensitive part of his body. He could see her fingers moving back and forth, up and down but he could not even move his body. He could not move into or away from her touch. He moaned through his bit, but she continued the gentle massaging and teasing. He looked at his cock. It was swelling. It wanted to straighten up, but ringed and locked that was not going to happen. He could feel pain in the head of his cock as it tried to escape its bonds. The more it grew the more it hurt, but doubled over and locked to his scrotum it was worthless. She reached down and stroked it. "Only very good ponies earn this reward."

She walked around behind him. He heard the sound of metal scraping on the floor and through his legs he could see her positioning a tub between his legs behind his buttocks. Then he could feel the plug deflating and being withdrawn. This released a stream of brown water. She must have done this before because the position of the tub seemed perfect to catch the stream. Jacob felt utterly humiliated, but he could not have been happier to finally be able to expel the liquid.

He felt her using a cloth to clean and dry his buttocks and legs and the area around his anus. Suddenly a finger inserted into his anus. Not far, just a small distance. It was also rubbing around the anus itself. There was a cold sensation. He was being lubricated. What was that for? If she had not seen fit to lubricate him for the enema, what was coming? He tried to watch between his legs. She had walked away for a moment but had now returned. She had something in her hand. He saw what looked like a shock of hair braided to about a 2 foot length. It was similar to the color of his own hair. He felt pressure on his anus. He wanted to move aside and dodge the invader, but the best he could do was wiggle his buttocks. That was not sufficient to prevent something that felt to be the size of baseball bat from being inserted into him. It felt like it just kept going and going. He could see the tail. It did not hang straight down, it sat just above the invader pointing up. This meant that when he was standing it would extend parallel to the ground from his rear before it dropped down.

Just below the tail, protruding slightly from his rear was a plastic tube of about an inch in diameter. The end of the tube had what looked like a small hinged cap. From the bottom of this tube a small chain hung down. The redhead quickly pulled this chain between his legs and fastened it tightly to the back of his control ring. Jacob could feel as she took another chain from the top of the tube up to fasten at the back of the belt he wore. That would have been sufficient to hold the tube in place, but she was not finished. She produced what looked like a power screwdriver and went to work on a small Phillips head screw in the edge of the tube below where the tail connected. As she turned the screw Jacob could feel the tube inside his rectum just behind his sphincter expanding. She must have been judging the results from the tension on the screw, as she stopped and then gave it a few more short turns. The interior of the plug felt huge. There was no way he could expel this thing even if it was not chained to his belt and control ring.

He could not walk with that thing in his butt. He was sure of that. He needed it out of him. It didn't really hurt, but it was uncomfortable. She had gone to some effort to install it. He was pretty sure it was meant to be permanent. The tube and its little gate would now replace the function of his sphincters. But that meant he had no control over it. Waste material would accumulate and at some point the gate would be opened and the waste expelled. Based upon the tension set on the cap, the pressure required to cause it to open would be controlled. He could neither cause himself to evacuate his bowels or, more demeaning, prevent it from happening when the critical pressure level was reached. They even controlled when he could shit. He hoped that they were enjoying themselves because when he got the use of his arms back there was going to be hell to pay. They could not keep this up forever. Eventually they would have to let him go and then. Just wait until then.

The redhead had been joined by the brunette. They moved the tub away and put a piece of paper under each of his feet. The redhead loosened the nose leash enough for him to flatten his feet back to the ground, but not enough to straighten up. As he brought his feet back flat on the floor the other girl used a marker to trace each foot onto a piece of paper. The girl left with the papers. The redhead released the nose leash but refastened the clip to the loop on Jacob's control ring. Then she produced the now all too familiar hood and slipped it over Jacob's head. He did not resist. He already knew that was useless. Apparently they were going to move him again. He had been in a number of places but he had no idea how they interconnected or really how big this place was.

The hood was very disorienting. But it had another subtle effect. When hooded his dependence on the person controlling his leash was enhanced. Rather than feel anger and defiance toward that person he felt a sense of reliance. They were taking care of him. They were watching out for him. He hadn't formed these thoughts into analysis; he just knew that the minute the hood went on he felt differently about the person who controlled him. He wanted to know where the person was and he used all his available senses to try to keep track of their location. That meant that he paid almost no attention to where he was being taken or even how far it was. If he thought the person had left him there was a sense of panic. He was terribly afraid of being left alone in the hood. But that is exactly what happened. He wasn't sure where he was but he felt and heard the leash being attached to something. Then he heard the footsteps of the redhead leaving. He froze. He listened for any movement. There was none.

He turned his head from side to side to see if that brought any sound. There was nothing. He reached forward with his foot in the direction the leash had been pulled. There was a wall there. He was standing facing a wall, not more than a foot away. He tried to turn to the side. The pressure to his control ring from the leash prevented him from turning. He had been tethered to a wall and left to stand and await her return. Once again he twisted and pulled at his arms and hands in the arm binder. Once again there was no slack and no movement. He let his head move forward until his hooded forehead leaned against the wall. Then he did the only thing he could do. He stood and waited.

Eventually somebody did come for him. He could not know if it was the same person who had left him there. He could not know how long it had been. It seemed like a very long time, but his situation was disorienting and time was very difficult to judge. Nothing was said, but the leash was released from wherever it was connected and the directional pull led him away. He was not even sure if it was the same or a different direction than the one he had taken to get to that spot. He sensed a door being opened and knew that he had been led into a new area.

His leash was again secured and then the hood was loosened and removed. This room had wooden walls. There were pegs on the walls and leather items hanging from the pegs. It looked like tack that might be used in a stable, but Jacob knew little of horses and riding and was unable to distinguish the use or purpose of what he saw. As in the earlier position he was facing a wall. There was a metal ring that could be raised from a position in the wall directly in front of him at just below waist level. His leash had been looped through the ring and tied off with what looked like a single overhand knot. The knot was not tightly tied. Any person could untie it with only a single hand, but for a person with no hands it was sufficient to hold the leash and thus him in place. His ability to examine the room was limited as a new leash was snapped into the ring at his nose and tied it off to another ring set higher in the wall.

The redhead was there, she had just leashed his nose ring. She was assisted by another girl. Like most of the girls he had encountered here she was young, maybe early 20's. Blonde hair cut in a page-boy. Once again, she was short with a petite frame. She was holding something in her hands. He could tell it was footwear of some sort, like small boots but somehow different than boots and thy where strappy. From this room he could see an open doorway leading to the outside. Light was streaming in. It looked to be early morning. He had been held all night. There were shadows of movement outside the doorway but he could not see the people who created the shadows.

The girl handed one of the boots to the redhead who had knelt down near Jacob's right leg. The redhead released the hobble chain from his right ankle but then clipped the free end to a ring in the floor. Then she removed the cuff from the right leg. His right leg was free, but his left leg was chained to the floor and his body was still held by the leashes connected to his control and nose rings. He glanced at the doorway leading to the outside. He would have liked to have sprinted for the door but he would not be able to break free and run. The redhead pushed against the back of his knee as she grasped his right ankle in her hand. She wanted him to lift his leg. She would not have been strong enough to have accomplished this task over his resistance, but there seemed no point in resisting. He raised his leg and let her guide his foot up and then down into the boot. His foot slipped in easily and he felt his toes settle comfortably in the front of the boot. The front of the boot was actually open and he could see his toes under the strap. He expected to push his heel down but the inside of the boot was not flat. The heel was raised and then the arch sloped forward to the ball of the foot.

The boot was a type of high heel. He had never worn a high heel, but he had always enjoyed watching women wear and walk in them. At the ankle the boot had a three inch wide strap which she quickly fastened on the outside of his ankle. As he shifted his weight onto the new footwear he got a better sense of its structure. The toe area was a platform of about three inches wide and four to five inches long that supported the toes and ball of the foot. A strong arch support curved upward from this platform to the heel. Although the heel was not supported from below, i.e., nothing extended down toward the ground, the arch was fully supported by strong and inflexible inserts. The body of the boot was not solid. It was made of straps and webbing. From the platform at the toe the sole flared out to form a semi circular bottom with a four inch diameter but about three inches below the top of the platform. This platform was black and looked very much like a horses hoof.

At first Jacob wobbled backwards but then was able to shift his weight slightly forward and maintain his balance on the forward part of the boot. There was a loop on the inside of the strap around his ankle and she quickly released the hobble chain from his left ankle and attached it to the loop on the boot. The combination of the platform at the toe of the boot and the slope of the arch to his heel elevated him about six inches from the ground. He rose to the toes of his left foot in order to keep his balance.

Quickly, while Jacob was still studying the new addition she removed the cuff from the left ankle and signaled for him to raise his left foot. He complied and the left boot was quickly fitted and secured. As soon as she had secured the second boot and guided his foot back to the ground she released the hobble chain from the ring in the floor and connected it to the loop in the left ankle strap. He was no longer secured to the floor but once again he was hobbled. He looked down at his feet trying to study this strange footwear. He could tell that all of the weight was carried on the ball of his foot and toes. The heel was completely open, but there was no flex in the boot. He could not lower his heel. Wobbling slightly he lifted one of his feet and inspected the platform below his foot. It looked like a hoof, not a foot, and the arch of his instep held up by the footwear looked like the hocks of a horse's foot.

Jacob found that in order to maintain his balance on these new feet he had to role his hips forward so that he shifted the weight of his upper body to the front.

They kept calling him a pony. He had found that curious. He had not taken that literally. He had considered the bridle and bit as merely designed to limit his speech, but now he had to rethink that position.

The redhead unfastened the leash from his control ring. Then she untied the end of the leash from his nose ring and pulled causing him to turn and then step. With the extra six inches of height he now towered over the two small girls. The tension on the leash to his nose ring pulled his head down and he instinctively leaned forward. He was still hobbled so his steps had to be short, but he could not have taken a long stride in these boots without falling over. He prayed that he did not lose his balance and fall. He doubted that either of these wisps could have kept him up if he did. He was two and a half times the weight of either of them. He guessed that they would just let him crash to the ground. That was not a welcome prospect without the use of arms to break his fall. He concentrated on moving forward a short step at a time. The redhead was not rushing him. She seemed to know that he would need time to adjust to these boots and applied only enough pressure to keep him moving slowly forward.

They were headed for the doorway. He was going to get a chance to see what was outside. He was not thrilled at being led by the nose. It really did make him feel like livestock. Even though it was less frightening than when the leash was connected to his control ring guiding him be a ring through his nose was somehow much more humiliating. He could tell be the shadows that there were people outside. He felt ridiculous. He expected roars of laughter at his expense. He was reminded of how he had felt when the video of him leashed to the toilet in the woman's restroom had gone viral. Was that what this was all about? Was he now going to be filmed and humiliated again? Then where would he go? He had run away from the city to escape his last humiliation where would he go now?


Chapter 3

As they reached the doorway he was already beginning to capture the ability to walk. The boots were surprisingly comfortable. He had heard women complain about their toes being pinched in their high heels, but these boots did not pinch his feet in any way. He could feel the strain of the raised position on the muscles at the back of his legs, but other than that the footwear was reasonably comfortable.

When you are led by a nose ring you do not turn your head from side to side so all he could see was what was in front of him and what he could capture in his limited peripheral vision mostly blocked by the blinders on his bridle. There was no person taking pictures. There was no laughing. In fact the people outside the door seemed to pay him no attention. He could tell most were women, but there were some men here. It dawned on him that he had been captured, subdued, outfitted and controlled totally by women so far. That just wasn't right. He did not consider himself to be a chauvinist, but he did think men should be in control. That was just the natural way of things. If nothing else that was dictated by the difference in size and strength. But not here, his size and strength had been overcome completely. He was easily controlled by these very small women.

He was led across a dirt roadway toward what was clearly a corral. "Great" he thought, "just where you would put a horse." The blonde opened the gate and the redhead led him through. She released the leash from his nose ring and walked back through the gate. He turned to follow, but the blonde shut the gate and engaged a latch to hold it closed. There was not lock, just a simple metal bar that was slide back and forth through metal loops. It was enough. He could not open it. The gate and the split rail fencing of the corral were just over five feet in height. Normally he could have vaulted over it with almost no effort. In his restrained condition it might as well have been a twenty foot wall with razor wire. He knew it would hold him.

He turned back to the inside of the corral. He was not alone. There were three other males and to his surprise two females. Every one of them had their arms held behind them in arm binders similar to his. All of the livestock - that is what they clearly were - had hoofed boots similar to his although only one of the males and one of the females was hobbled. They were all bridled and had bits in their mouths and hair cut in a Mohawk style. Jacob had been unable to see what his hair actually looked like after they cut it but he could now see the style. It was an upright inch wide strip from the forehead to the nape of the neck. From the nape of the neck most of them had a continuing mane of hair from 12" to 18" in length.

As he looked around the inside several of them looked up at him then looked away as if this was nothing strange. The two females stood together on one side of the corral. They stood so close to each other that their bodies were actually touching. The hobbled female looked like she was leaning into the other female looking for comfort.

The three males were standing together. They had more distance between them. They were not touching. One of the males was huge. He stood with his back to Jacob. His thighs were heavily muscled and as big around as the waists of some of the small girls that had tortured Jacob all night. His testicles seemed extremely large and hung at what seemed an unnatural length from his body. Jacob could see the control ring riding above them. He must have stood at least 6'7" in height even without the boots and must have weighed 300 pounds, all of it muscle. His shoulders were as broad as an NFL lineman but there was no loose of flabby flesh hanging from his body. Everything was sculpted and looked as solid as marble. Everything that is except his upper arms. They were not large; especially in comparison to the rest of the body they were small. Whatever workout regime he employed to build the body Jacob was staring at it did not include strengthening his arms. And his arm binder looked old; although it was well polished there were clear signs of wear that comes only with age. It looked more like . . . Jacob's stomach clenched. Jacob thought he was going to lose his balance and fall. The arms were like the legs of a paraplegic. It looked like they had not been used for a very long time. How long had they been held unusable in that arm binder? This was bad. This was very bad. Jacob turned toward the gate. He looked frantically around the corral. He needed to get out of here. He leaned back against the fence to keep his balance. It almost wasn't enough but he managed to recover and keep on his feet.

The other two males were facing toward him so he could not see their arms. He could see that they both wore control rings and that each of their penises was ringed and locked to the front of the control ring. It did not appear that this was a temporary thing. They both appeared to be in good physical shape. The un-hobbled male was the larger of the two. Not as big as the first male, but still a large well developed individual. The hobbled male displayed a good number of red stripes and welts on his thighs. The marks wrapped around toward the back. He had clearly been beaten. And judging from the difference in color it had been a series of beatings over a period of time. He looked up at Jacob and held eye contact. There was sadness there. He was looking at Jacob with almost a pleading look as if he was hoping that there was something Jacob could do to help him. Jacob was looking at him with the same look of desperation.

Jacob heard a whistle. Turning toward the sound he saw a young woman at the gate of the corral. "Bruno! Come on boy." She called. The large male straightened up, turned and raised his head, then started to move in the direction of the gate. His pace was something more than a walk, but not a run. It could best be described as a trot.

When he got to the woman at the gate he lowered his head and pushed his face forward against her shoulder and cheek, moving his head up and down slightly. He was nuzzling her. "Good boy, good boy." She stroked his head as she spoke. She held a line in her hand, but she did not clip it into his nose ring, but rather into the projection from his bit at the side of his mouth. "Let's go for a ride." She said as she turned and started to walk out of the corral. He walked next to her, slightly behind. The rein that had been connected to his bit made a deep loop before it came back up to her hand.

Jacob was shocked at the look of joy he had seen in Bruno's eyes as he hurried to the side of the woman. He looked moon-struck. "Fuck that." He thought, but was interrupted by another arrival at the gate.

"Come on Whisper." She said. The hobbled male looked up. No look of affection on this face, more like terror. He shuffled back and away from the approaching woman. He held a leather line with a clip end in her left hand. Her right hand held the end of the line swinging about three feet of it. "You know how this ends. Now cut it out and get over here." He was clearly not responding the way she wanted. Because he was hobbled he could not move very fast but he was doing his best shuffling away. As she reached him he tried to turn his body away from her. She lashed out with the end of the rein held in her right hand first to his right buttocks and then crossing over and down onto his left buttocks. With the strike to the left buttocks he almost involuntarily turned to his right as she brought her left hand forward and snapped the rein to his nose ring. He looked down in horror and uttered a moan as he tried to back away. She turned and walked toward the gate pulling on the lead. He resisted only a second before reluctantly following.

What a contrast. Two ponies, one left happy and willing. The second resisted but still left under the absolute control of a girl a third his size. Jacob did not want to be the first pony. But he also did not want to be the last one. Maybe he was pain adverse. But what was wrong with that? He saw the gate opening again. This time it was Sally. Jacob was only about five feet away so she did not even have to say anything. She just smiled and stepped forward to where he was standing. He did not move. He did not back away, but he did not move toward her either. In her right hand she held the clip end of a leash. He wondered where it would go. He must not be trusted because it went on his nose ring. "Unnecessary", he thought. He knew he couldn't get away. He wasn't going to do anything stupid like the other pony, but it was not his choice. She walked, she pulled; he followed, still hobbled, shuffling behind. She stopped by a rack on the wall. It was filled with plastic bottles that looked like they belonged in a boxer's corner. She removed one and held it up to his mouth.

"You need some liquid. Open up." She wasn't asking him if he was thirsty. He was thirsty. He was very thirsty, but he did not like the idea that he had no part in this but to obey. Never-the-less he opened his mouth creating space around the bit. He hoped she would remove the bit, but no such luck. Instead she just squirted the liquid. He assumed it was water, into his mouth. He had to tilt his head back to keep it in his mouth and to swallow. He was not use to swallowing with his mouth held partially open. She waited until he had finished with the first amount. "Again." He opened his mouth and she squirted more liquid. After a third time she decided he had had enough and returned to bottle to the rack. Once again, his role was to do as he was told; all that he was told and nothing more.

She led him up the dirt road past the doorway he had come out of a little earlier. They reached a paddock about fifty feet across with a metal tower of some sort standing in the center. The tower had four arms extending out about five feet off the ground. The reluctant pony stood facing one of the extended poles. He was near the end of the pole, about fifteen feet from the center of the tower. Two leads about a foot in length extended from either side of his bit to rings on the pole. If the pole was turned he would have to follow. The woman who had removed him from the corral stood just outside the location where the reluctant pony was secured.

Sally led Jacob into the paddock and up to the pole that protruded at 180 degrees from the one to which the reluctant pony was affixed. She faced him in the opposite direction, fastened a collar around his neck with loops on either side then clipped the levers on either side of his bit to the pole with short 18" straps after passing each strap back through the loops on the collar. He too, now, would be guided in a circle by the pole and the forward pull of the pole would exert a downward pull on the levers of the bit. Only after Jacob was connected to the pole did Sally remove his hobble. It appeared that the only times he was not hobbled was when he was connected to something.

Sally then moved outside the circumference mapped by the arms of the poles to a control panel mounted on a post outside the reach of the two ponies. A motor in the center of the tower started and the poles started to turn. The bit in Jacob's mouth with its brank facing inward had been irritating, but the brank had been free floating up until now. As the pole moved forward and exerted pressure on the lines leading through the collar to his bit it pulled downward on the levers. This action pulled the brank down onto Jacob's tongue. He moved forward to ease the pressure trying to keep pace with the speed of the pole as it turned and stay in line with the circle that it drew. If he was not directly on line with the movement of the pole, i.e., off to one side or the other he would feel the pressure on one side or the other of his mouth as well as a pull on his head to one side or the other. The pressure alone was enough to move him to the right or left. He didn't like it, but he could see how this system could be used to guide the direction of a pony just by use of the reins.

The speed at which the pole turned was not fast but it did require him to walk at a brisk pace. As Jacob moved around the circle he knew that the reluctant pony was on the opposite side of the device from him. If he turned his head to the inside he would be able to see the other pony but turning his head would exert pressure on the straps from his bit, something he found he did not like, so he didn't do it. He just looked straight ahead at the pole in front of him.

Sally stood just outside the circle on one side and the other trainer in a similar position on the other. Each of them held what looked like a four or five foot flexible rod with about three feet of braided leather hanging from the top. "Lift your hoofs." Sally said as he came by. Then Jacob heard a snap and a pop from the opposite side of the device followed by a slight whimper. An involuntary shudder ran through his body. The hoof boots felt awkward. He had purposely kept his feet close to the ground as he stepped forward trying to keep pace with the speed demanded by this device.

As he made the circle he was moving toward the other trainer. She shook her head. "Lift your hoofs you lazy pony." She was looking at Jacob. He didn't want to take a chance on falling. As he passed her she tapped the back of his upper legs with the end of the stick. He tried to raise his legs higher as he stepped. This slowed his pace and the reins caught and jerked forward pulling the brank down on his tongue. He adjusted speeding up the pace but losing most of the height on the step.

The pole was now pulling him around toward Sally. "Not good. Higher." He shook his head and pulled back, but the reins caught him again and forced him forward. He saw the whip shaft in Sally's hand raise and snap forward. The leather braid caught him on the flank just below his hip. Fire from the lash cut through his thigh. He was past her now and could no longer see her. "I said higher." He heard the swish and felt the sting on his right buttocks. He forced his legs to rise higher bringing his knees up almost parallel with the ground with each step.

He could see the other trainer ahead of him. "Better." She said. But he was jerking back and forth and the reins were pulling his head from side to side and pressing the brank into his tongue. He kept the exaggerated step as he came around to Sally. She held her whip ready but did not strike. He tried to focus on smoothing out the pace, the motion of the brank pulling left and right and down in his mouth was becoming very uncomfortable. As he concentrated on smoothing the motion the pressure in his mouth began to ease and it became easier. But with his concentration on smoothing the pace he had let the height of his step slip. There was a swish, snap and pain on his buttocks again, this from the other trainer as he passed her. With a trainer on each side of the circle there was no escaping their view. He forced his legs up again but was now able to keep the pace without jerking about.

Jacob lost count of the circles they made. The machine never got tired. It never slowed. But he was getting tired. He didn't remember how many corrections he had endured from either Sally or the other trainer. It seemed he would be good for two or three circles and then he would start to flag only to feel the sting of one of their whips reminding him to keep his steps high. He wasn't the only one receiving correction. He heard the whip snap from the other side of the circle. Even though he knew it was away from him and punishing the other pony he would flinch with the sound. But he was sure he was receiving more strikes than the other pony. He didn't think he could keep this up for much longer. He thought he was in good shape, but his legs were starting to burn. He was breathing heavily. Couldn't they tell he was winded? When would they give them a rest? But it didn't stop. It just kept going, and somehow he pushed through the burn and kept going too. The pain from the whip strikes wasn't horrific, but it was worse than the burn in his muscles from the exertion. It was even worse than the stitch in his side, so he kept going.

Without a word, without any warning the machine slowed and stopped turning. Jacob almost walked into it. He was gasping for breath. He felt like he had just run a marathon. Actually he didn't know what a marathon really felt like, the furthest he had ever run was a 10K, but he felt like he had when he finished that race. Then he had been able to bend forward and wrap his arms around himself. Not now. With his reins attached to the pole and his arms tightly held behind his body he could only stand in place and try to get his breath. That he was forced to stand with his weight on the balls and toes of his feet only made things worse. He wanted to sit down. He wanted to at least be able to stand with his feet flat but the boots would not allow that. So he stood raised on his toes.

With the pole not moving he could at least look around a little. Sally and the other trainer had left the paddock. He saw them sitting on a bench about fifty feet away drinking what looked like a soda. They had decided to take a break. The reluctant pony stood on the other end of the pole about thirty feet away. He was breathing deeply clearly trying to catch his breath. Both Jacob and the reluctant pony were still attached to the training device. Did that mean that this would resume after the trainers had finished their break? Jacob didn't think he could take any more of this. He pulled back from the pole until the reins stopped him. He looked at the two straps that ran forward from the loops at his neck to rings on the pole just below his face. They each snapped onto the pole with a simple spring loaded snap. A small gate in the snap could be depressed to open and remove the snap, but with the gate closed it would stay firmly in place. The end of the snap was not a heavy device, but easily strong enough to resist all the weight and pull he could exert.

Sally was back at his side. He had not heard her come up. Maybe she was going to disconnect him. "Open." She commanded, holding up one of the plastic water bottles. He tipped his head back and opened his mouth to receive the liquid. She gave him two squirts, then left. As before she did not ask him if he wanted more, she determined and directed how much he would take. He considered refusing the second squirt, but he wanted the liquid too badly. He really wanted more. What she had allowed him had tasted wonderful, but it was a long way from quenching his thirst. He was sure that he had already sweated away more liquid than she had given him.

There was a machine sound and a jerk at his reins. They had started the trainer again. Jacob groaned, but stepped forward. Even in the short time he had stood still his legs had started to stiffen. Then there was the pain burning across his buttocks. He lifted his legs keeping them high and stepping forward. He didn't think he could do this again, but somehow he did. He didn't know how long it went on. Time became a blur. Lift his leg, step forward and down. Lift the other leg, step forward and down.

When the machine finally stopped again his legs were beginning to feel wobbly. He was sure he was going to collapse, but somehow he didn't. The burning in his legs was only accentuated by the pain on his thighs, flanks and buttocks from the constant correction. He prayed that they would let him rest now. What time was it? There were no clocks to be seen anywhere, but the sun was very high in the sky, it was mid-day at best.

Sally was at his legs attaching his hobble. He did not think he could be so happy to be hobbled again. He wanted to say "thank you." Then she released the reins from the pole. Familiar pattern, either anchored or hobbled. She clipped his leash to his nose ring and led toward the path that led back toward the corral following behind the other trainer who was leading the reluctant pony by the nose.

As they entered the corral Jacob saw only one other pony inside. It was one of the females. She was standing with her back to them leashed by the nose ring to a pole above what looked like a metal trough. The trough was about eight feet long and the female was at one end. The other trainer secured the reluctant pony to the other end and Sally secured Jacob in the center. The female pony had her head down in the trough as they arrived. She looked up at them briefly and then returned to what she was doing. Jacob could see that her bit had been removed and was clipped to the pole where her leash was secured. Jacob had hoped that there would be some relief from the bit. His mouth hurt terrible from the pressure exerted all morning. As Sally removed his bit it felt wonderful. He moved his jaw to one side, then to the other, but what felt best was to just close his mouth. It seemed like forever since he had been able to do that.

The trainers then left them and closed the gate. The female had returned to the trough. There were cubes of something in the trough. She bent forward and took a cube with her teeth, then she straightened up and maneuvered it into her mouth before chewing and swallowing. They were being fed. "What is this?" Jacob said to the female. She turned her head toward him and glared. Then she turned away and returned to eating.

"Don't let them catch you talking." It was the reluctant pony to Jacob's right. "They will punish you."

"Why?" Jacob turned his head toward the voice.

"Keep your head straight. Eat, or at least look like you are eating. Ponies aren't supposed to be able to speak." Jacob straightened his head and bent forward into the trough. He took a piece of food in his teeth and tried to get it into his mouth. It slipped out and fell back into the trough.

"What are they doing with us?" Jacob asked before making another attempt at a piece of food.

"Haven't you figured that out? They are making us horses. They ride us. They race us. They use us to pull wagons and carriages. They even use us for plow horses."

"They can't do that. Someone will figure it out and they will all be arrested."

"Best I can figure they have been doing this for decades. Not just years, but decades. This place is so far off the beaten track that nobody comes here. It is not on the way to anywhere. Only a few strays like us wander in - then here we are. Who are we telling?"

"How long have you been here?"

"Until you arrived I was the new arrival. Time becomes hard to tell here, but I figure two weeks. Best I can tell they train us six days a week then take a rest day. Once a month they hold 'events', but I have not seen one of those yet."

"Is everyone held against their will?"

"I doubt anyone would sign on for this. Even if they did it would be an irrevocable decision. I stopped at the bar in town for a beer. Only planned on having one, but I got talking to a cute girl and ended up having about three. She tried to get me to stay, but I decided I needed to leave. I hadn't gone more than a mile before the sheriff stopped me and arrested me for DUI. After I was arrested he brought me here instead of jail. I knew something was wrong when he put that damn hood over my head. It took three of them to get me out of the car, stripped and bound."

"Great trap. I was brought her by Sally with the promise of sex. Next thing I knew she had me naked and bound and was leading me around like a dog on a leash." As he thought about events that had brought him here Jacob twisted and pull at his arms.

The reluctant pony turned his head and looked at Jacob. "You let that little thing strip you naked and tie you up?"

"Well, yea, one thing just kind of led to another. You had to be there." Jacob felt his face flush with embarrassment. He turned back to the food. He was figuring out how to collect and retain a food cube. He didn't know what they were but they tasted of maple syrup. "From what you say it probably wouldn't have made any difference if I had not fallen for her tricks, but I think she enjoys the idea that she was able to outsmart me. Someone needs to get the word out of here and get help."

"Right. Good luck with that. In case you hadn't noticed their security is very good. As far as I can tell the arm binder stays in place forever. I have never seen a pony without one. I am almost always anchored to something by my nose or balls. And anytime I am not anchored I'm hobbled. I thought they were not watching me once so I tried to get down the road - I have no actual idea how far the highway is. They didn't even hurry to chase me. They let me go for almost a mile. It took forever in hobbles and I was exhausted when Samantha rode up on Bruno. He looks muscle bound, but he is really quite fast. I felt like a complete idiot trying to hurry up the road. As if there was anywhere to go. She threw a lasso over me like some errant calf, then clipped a leash to my balls, tied the end to her saddle and rode triumphantly back up the road pulling me along behind."

"Wait a minute. I thought the control ring was supposed to incapacitate us if we went too far."

"I know. I guarantee you it can be activated by their remotes. I am not sure if the perimeter feature is something they tell us to scare us, if I was still within the perimeter, or if they turned it off to toy with me. I hadn't even given it a thought until I was well down the road and by then I figured I had committed myself." Jacob heard the sound of the gate opening. Reluctant Pony (Jacob had not even asked his name) had stopped talking and dropped his head to pick up another piece of food.

Sally walked up to the side of Jacob. She lifted the bit from the hook it was hanging on and held it in front of his face. Jacob's mouth was still sore from having that thing in there all morning. He didn't want it back in his mouth. He knew once in he could do nothing about it. But he also didn't want to look meek in front of his new friend. Jacob had been embarrassed by the fact that Sally had subdued him all by herself. He was also embarrassed that he had made that admission earlier. He wished he had said that he had fought like a tiger, but to no avail. Even though Reluctant Pony was pretending to eat without paying any attention Jacob knew he was being watched.

Jacob turned his head away from Sally's hand and the bit. Sally untied the knot in the nose leash; then she pulled the leash through the ring to which it had been tied. She kept pulling as Jacob's head was turned back to the front from the pressure and then as his head was pulled forward until his nose was within inches of the tether. She tied it off. Jacob was pulled forward with his body leaning against the trough. His mouth was open slightly and she could probably have pushed the brank between his lips and teeth, but Sally was going to make a point. "Open." Jacob tried to pull back, but the ring in his nose was just too painful for that. He closed his mouth removing even the small amount of space that had been there. With her right hand holding the bit directly in front of his mouth her left hand reached down to one of his new nipple rings and gave it a sharp twist.

"Ahh". It was a combination of pain and surprise, but his mouth was open. She pushed the bit into his mouth and quickly clipped it through the spring loaded gates in each of the rings at the corners of his mouth. Once the rings closed about the shafts of the bit it sat firmly in his mouth with the hateful brank resting on his tongue.

As Jacob was learning. Around here actions (and inactions) had consequences. While his head was still pulled forward by his nose, Sally opened the buckle on the strap that passed behind his head at the level of his mouth and tightened it by two holes. The bit was now pulled back more tightly into his mouth. Whereas the bit had sat at the corners of his mouth before, now it pushed the flesh at the corners back painfully. He immediately knew that his defiance had been a mistake, but there was nothing to be done of it now.

Sally gave his nipple another painful twist, then she untied the leash and pulled it from the ring. As she started to lead Jacob away from the trough she swung the last three feet of the leash and struck at the buttocks of Reluctant Pony. "Bad influence." She said as he yelped and jumped dropping a piece of food. Sally had already turned from him and was leading Jacob by his nose leash across the corral toward the gate. His nose was sore from being stretched forward, and the sides of his mouth were starting to hurt. He tried to use his tongue to push the bit into a more comfortable position, but there was none. Defiance had been a bad idea. Sally wanted the bit in his mouth. He did not want it there. The bit was in his mouth. There was never any other outcome.

Jacob curved his body forward as he walked behind Sally. He was adopting a posture that seemed dictated by the change of balance created by the hoofs on his feet. It pushed his chest forward but angled his butt back.

Sally led him into what was clearly a tack room from all of the things hanging on the walls. In the center of the room were three posts each almost seven feet tall and standing about six feet from one another. Jacob was led forward to one of the posts. Hanging from the post was a number of short straps. One was fastened to his nose ring, a second to his control ring and a third to the middle of the hobble chain. They gave a space of less than six inches between his body and the pole. Sally then produced two pieces of leather five to six inches square. She unsnapped the small three inch squares at the sides of his head. Then he felt and heard as she snapped each of these new larger squares to the strap at the side of his head. When she was done his peripheral vision limited by the earlier squares was gone. He could only see what was in front of him, and on a short leash to his nose ring that meant the stupid wooden pole and bits of the wall five or six feet further on.

There was weight on his shoulders and on the top of the arm binder. With the blinkers and the restriction of movement from the nose leash he could not see any of what was going on behind him. Even when he turned his head as far as he could. He could only tell what he felt. Over each shoulder had been placed a curved piece of leather made inflexible with a metal or plastic core. Each side was four to five inches wide and extended down to where the fleshy portion of the breast (even on a man) began. Another curved piece covered his arms the entire inside length of the arm binder. The pressure on his arms seemed to be somewhat more than on his shoulders, but he could tell she was working an adjustment in the device now attached to his back. The adjustment shortened the distance between the brace above his arms and the hooks over his shoulders. As it was turned, the pressure on his arms lessened and was picked up by the pressure on his shoulders. At some point she stopped the adjustment. The balance was surprisingly comfortable. He was reminded of adjusting a backpack to carry a load.

Jacob could tell that Sally was pulling straps around his body from the rear to the front. When he looked down he saw a metal ring about four inches in diameter. It had a three inch strap going in each direction. One of the straps ended in a buckle which quickly received a strap end from the other side of Jacob's body. Sally positioned the ring so that it sat just below Jacob's rib cage. Then she pulled and tightened the strap through the buckle cinching it tightly. Jacob felt his arms being pushed in against his body. There had not been any movement available before so it did not really make him more helpless but it did fix the device on his back so that it would not come loose. Straps from the two shoulder pieces were then fed through the ring tightened up and buckled through a buckle on the strap itself. These were each pulled tight enough to keep the shoulder pieces pulled down and the waist cinch pulled up. After these pieces were cinched into place Sally reached over his shoulders and brought two other straps forward. They hung from the front of the shoulder pieces down to about waist length. At the end of each strap was a stirrup.

Even though Jacob could not see what was now on his back he knew. He had been saddled. Sally had said he was going to be saddled. She had him less than a day and already he was in saddle. It was not heavy, but it felt restrictive. Now he knew why these women were all so small. They were not just trainers, they were also riders. Jacob use to backpack with a seventy pound rucksack. He certainly could carry a ninety pound girl. It looked very much like he would, whether he wanted to or not.

The saddle was made of leather. It spanned from shoulder blade to shoulder blade at the top then followed the back down to the top of the folded arms where it flared out and curved up to create a seat of about twelve inches in length. On the underside of the seat there were two rings, one on each side. These could be used to pull something behind the saddled beast. Something like a reluctant pony tethered to a leash.

The rider would sit in the saddle which distributed her weight up the back to the shoulders. She would put her feet in the stirrups and to increase speed could shift her weight forward to the front of the shoulders of her mount. The best speed was attained when the rider was standing in the stirrups so that all of her weight was carried in front of her steed.

Jacob was released from the pole and then guided into a small corral, not more than thirty feet across, indoor adjacent to the tack room. Check chains were attached from the rings that held his bit to rings on the forward face of the shoulder of the saddle. These held Jacob's chin down and prevented him from moving his head from side to side. Reins were attached to the bit controls ends, pulled back over his shoulders and then wrapped about the pommel of the saddle. The pommel sat at the top of the leather piece just below the nape of his neck. Two small wires came from the end of the shoulder pieces they ended in alligator clips. One was clipped to each of Jacob's nipple rings. He did not like the looks of those. But, then the leash was removed from his nose and his hobble removed. He felt the swat of the end of the leash and he jumped forward. The corral gate was closed behind him.

This was the first time since his capture that Jacob had not been either hobbled or anchored to something. He was, of course, saddled and confined within a small corral. He wanted to see what was on his back. He tried to turn his head to the right, then to the left. The check chains stopped him from doing so. He lurched forward actually trotting around the circumference of the corral. Even though he knew better he shook his upper body to see if he could dislodge the saddle. Why was he moving so fast? He slowed to a walk, but continued to trace the outline of the corral. He was not even sure where the gate was. The interior seemed smooth planks six to eight inches wide with only an inch of space between them. They rose to at least eight feet so he could see nothing over the top of the fencing.

He turned his back to the fence and pushed backwards. When his movement was stopped he could tell that the back protruded by about a foot. There was a sudden bite in each nipple. He had been shocked. He jumped forward and it stopped. He stopped and looked around trying to find who was responsible. The shock hit him again. This time it was slightly more than the last. He jumped forward and started to walk again. It stopped. He moved up to the wall tried to use the wall to rub or pries the thing from his back. That did not work at all. He stopped and looked down to examine the front of the device. The pain hit his nipples again. Again it increased in strength. He started to walk. It appeared as long as he kept moving he was ok. But if he stopped he would be shocked. This made him angry.

As his inspection of the corral had revealed that he could not escape he had just started looking for a place to sit, or even lie down. He had not been allowed off his feet since these hoofs had been fixed there. He was so very tired. Ok, they had him saddled. He was sure someone was going to show up to ride him. But in the mean time, they could at least let him rest. He tried stopping again. Again there was a jolt to each nipple. That one was actually painful. He did not want to see what the next setting felt like. He walked. As long as he walked he was not shocked. But there was no place to go. All he could do was walk in an endless circle. He walked along the wall counter clockwise for what seemed like an hour. Then he changed direction and walked clockwise, but it did not seem right so he went back to counter clockwise. He had forgotten that there was anything on his back. He just walked and waited for someone to come for him, someone who would tell him what to do, someone who would give him water and food, someone who would tell him to rest.

Jacob did not know that there would not be a rider today. Today's exercise was just to get him broken to the feel of the saddle. He needed to experience its weight and the way it felt on his body until he became one with it. Sally had actually checked in on him several times but was careful not to be seen. He had to believe he was all alone with just the saddle on his back and the pain to his nipples if he stopped. She checked the readout on the computer and was impressed. After the first fifteen minutes he had only been shocked once, that was almost two hours in. It was now approaching four hours and she suspected he was ready.

He was. He heard the gate to the corral open. It was all the way across the corral from him. Sally stepped into the ring. Jacob broke from his circle and ran the diameter of the ring to get to her. As he reached her he dropped his head and pushed his cheek against her shoulder. He had stopped walking but he was not being shocked. Sally stroked the side of his head. "Good boy. Good boy." She removed the check chains then reached around behind his head and loosened the strap that tensioned the bit back to its normal position. Then she lifted a water bottle in front of his face. She didn't have to say anything. He opened his mouth to receive the wonderful tasting moisture. She decided three squirts; then she put it down. He returned his head to her shoulder. Without the check chains in place it was much easier to do. He was so happy she was here. He felt safe with his head on her shoulder. He didn't want to break contact. She let him stay like that for a long time as she gently stroked his head.

Finally she clipped a lead through the end of his bit and led him through the gate and back into the tack room. She replaced his hobble, but she did not anchor him as she removed his saddle and returned it to its place on the wall. She wrote something on a piece of masking tape and stuck it to the saddle.

As they left the building Jacob could see that the sun was now low in the sky. He was very tired, but he didn't wonder about where he was being taken, he just followed. He felt good about being led by his bit and not either his nose of balls. He knew this was a reward. They crossed over into a long building. It was a stable. There appeared to be eight stalls on each side. The stalls were narrower than for a full horse, only about five feet across. Each had a gate that rose to about four feet. The gate could be kept closed with a metal bolt that could be raised and then slide into a receiving plate. When the slide on the bolt was engaged and let down it fell over a hasp that could accommodate a padlock. None of the gates were locked. They really did not need to be. First the bolts were all on the outside of the gate, but most importantly the bolt required at least some manipulation, lifting and sliding to open. These were not tasks that a pony without arms could be expected to perform.

The End