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Written by Choice Cuts Deli

Commission for AmraPus | July 2020 | 5252 Words

It was the premier destination for those who loved to walk on the wild side, the Bar'N'Yard Kink Ranch and Day Spa was the first of its kind, offering visitors a fully contractually negotiated sexual experience. Thrill-seekers could take a day, a weekend or more to experience almost any fantasy they wanted, all in a controlled and professional environment. After almost nine years of operation, the private retreat was the center of a network of various kink and fantasy centers, providing the original with a broad network to rely upon for various play needs and styles. Of course, allegations often swirled about such a network being utilized for trafficking or harboring life-long sex slaves. Though, most onlookers simply saw the site as a bawdy and boisterous place for kinksters to let off steam.

On a bright summer morning, one particularly eager kinkster would find his way into a mess more trouble than he expected. It started off innocent enough, Amra the tubby, prideful lion had spent the previous night resting up in the Spa Guests accommodations above the bar and spa facilities. In the morning he rose early, primping up his gorgeous sandy-dusty pelt and carefully combing his luxurious golden-blonde mane till it flowed over his shoulders, before checking in for his daytrip to the ranch. After being led through the controlled entry point, the handsome, pudgy lion was walked down a set of hallways bedecked in photographs and portraits of pony gear laden 'livestock' and proud trainers displaying their championship ribbons, until he stood face to face with a massive Clydesdale. The beast seemed to take up most of the hallway he stood in, his 6'2" brown furred frame clad in a set of rugged working blue jeans, and a loose-fitting button-down shirt that ended cuffed to show his wrist-fluff off. The stallion grinned wide, holding on to a clipboard as he ushered Amra into a quiet side office, the standing plaque on his beautiful oak desk simply reading 'Dante.'

"Well I know I'm not the first to, but welcome to the Bar'N'Yard. I hope you've been enjoying your stay here, Amra, and I promise you things are going to get a lot more special for you." Dante's sweet baritone voice matched his soft and disarming smile.

"T-thank you, um... Sir...?" The lion's light sandy fur did nothing to hide his blush as he settled down on a soft couch opposite the stallion, "I um... this is my first time so I'm not quite sure..."

The Clydesdale smirked as he pulled out a set of reading glasses, clicking them open and settling them on the bridge of his muzzle. "Oh don't worry about formalities right now, there'll be plenty of time for you to settle in to your role. Considering this is your first time, you've been paired up with me as your handler for the day - I've been handling our ranch horses pretty much since the facility opened, so you've got nothing to worry about there." Dante punctuated his comment with a wry little wink, making the lion's heart melt ever so much more.

"O-oh, I... I expect it, S- uh... er... Dante." Together the two discussed the paperwork that had been filled out, the pony playing lion's expectations and desires, his strange choice of name being listed only as 'Big Dumb Hoss,' as well as his sexual expectations for his time on the ranch. Amra could feel his slacks starting to tighten and tent as they deliberated, especially as Dante showed more and more signs of investing in his fantasies.

"As for what to expect, you're going to be treated as livestock for the entirety of your stay, though I should note that horses tend to have it best upon the ranch grounds. Not nearly as visceral an experience as what you'd get as cattle or swine." Amra's heart skipped a beat at the comment, perhaps recalling the stories of willing victims being trafficked for far more nefarious purposes, or perhaps because he would skirt the line of such a dangerous world. Dante smiled, scribbling on the paperwork with his own affirmations, making sure to describe every request from the lion in excruciating detail, perhaps out of sadistic glee, making sure it was all above the table. At the end, he simply added, "Any questions for me, or shall we begin?"

Of course, mistakes happen. It's easy to misinterpret a form or ink the wrong box. This time, it was Amra's enthusiasm that got the best of him. The plump lion nod-nodded with ferocity as he stood and extended a hand to shake on the deal. "Y... yes please!" The horse smiled as he removed his readers from his eyes, extending a hand to shake, completely unaware his other hand had clapped down over the paperwork in an effort to steady himself. He wouldn't notice that he'd smudged a rough check-mark over the box in Section B, "Consensual Sex Slave - Unlimited." Dante grinned as he slipped the papers onto a clipboard, depositing them in the out-processing slot for some unseen administrator to take care of.

"Alright then, Big Dumb Hoss..." the Clydesdale concluded with a broad grin, his flat toothy mouth curling up into a smirk as he stood and ushered the blushing lion out of the office, towards the ranch property. Behind the administrative offices, the ranch opened up to several large buildings separated by a central dirt and gravel driveway. Barely outside, Amra was faced with a gorgeous sight, two beautifully harnessed pony boys, clad from head to toe in leather, bridled and blindered, idly tapped their hooves at a stand-still. Their looks were only outmatched by their gleaming metal chastity cages as they waited patiently in front of a wooden cart they were yoked to. A handsome farmhand possum gave a pleased grin to Dante, raising his hand off the collar of a fully rubber-clad hog to wave at the stallion. The porker's body was locked tightly in a catsuit with integrated hoof mitts, his head encased in an almost cartoonishly happy boar hood.

"Howdy, Dante. Just finishing up bringing in the last of the shipment from Lazy Acres. This little piggy got the full experience over there." The possum smirked, giving the hog a swat on the ass, eliciting a loud squeal from the nameless victim inside. "Shame they didn't finish the processing though, this'un's got a lot'a meat on him."

"Heh, you know the rules Jake... we only bring home the bacon when the pig wants to be bacon." Dante couldn't help but smirk at the quip as he strode across the dirt driveway, the pudgy lion in tow as he added, "So, over there to the right is the chattel livestock building, that's where we house milk cattle and meat-livestock, y'know... people who want to experience what it means to live life as a hog or bull or sometimes something unique like a sheep." Across the way from the large square warehouse was a more traditional looking barn, a fenced paddock snaking around the side and back of the building. "And that's where we're going, that is where the horses get raised and kept."

Amra's eyes almost sparkled as he walked into the barn, a whiff of earthy-rich ranch scent hitting his nose as he stepped over a series of floor grates and down the central walking path. Each side was lined with individually numbered stalls. Many were empty, but some contained one or another living creature clad in some form of equine gear. Stall number one, for example, housed a prize thoroughbred, a limber and lanky kangaroo dressed in a brown leather harness, his powerful legs having carried him to victory in more than a few horse races. His stall door was bedecked in county fair ribbons and sported a personalized plaque naming him "Lightning." Stall 14, on the other hand, held a compact civet, his gear designed with a set of long upright ears reminiscent of a pack mule. A farmhand was happily brushing the boy's coat down as he gently swayed his ass, making the swishy donkey tail attached to his anal plug flop in time with each stroke.

"Alright, here we are. You're not a long-term like Lightning over there, so you'll be renting out stall number four. Go ahead and drop your clothes for me, boy." The Clydesdale smirked as he held open the stall door, gripping a hand on Amra's shoulder to guide him inside. He couldn't help but reach his hand down to give the pudgy lion a good firm swat on the ass as he did. Amra nearly exploded out of his clothes, quickly kicking off his slacks and pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his rounded and soft folds. All the while, Dante watched, leering at the slight shyness of his stallion-to-be. The lion-horse hesitated to pull down his boxers, a little embarrassed at his hefty half-chub bulging out his underwear. "All the way, handsome... that's it, good boy..." Kicking off his underwear, the lion flushed as he gave a little turn for his horse handler, letting him see so much ample body. "Mmmm... my, what a gorgeous sorrel Quarter Horse you're going to make... Alright, you're gonna be a good boy and stay still for me while I get you into your gear." The comment was less suggestion than order.

Dante suppressed a little chuckle as Amra let out his best whinny impression, knowing full well that his voice would change once his gear was applied. The Clydesdale clapped a hand on Amra's shoulder, turning the lion to face the wall of his stall, before letting his hands slowly examine the soft body before him, rolling over pudgy love handles, squeezing his flanks and for the first time giving his cock and balls a good fondle. But it would be his mane that needed attending to first. Lions are usually particular about their looks, and the gorgeous golden-blonde mane of this lion was no exception. As Amra stood in place, shyly shifting from left to right, trying not to sway too much, he was met with a sudden BRRRRRR along the back of his gorgeous mane. Pressure hit just over his shoulder, right up to the top of his head, the lion's eyes going wide as he felt his golden locks fall softly down his naked back and thighs. The lion gasped, fidgeting nervously as his champagne hair fell about his body, mind racing and feet pacing in place as he wondered what he might say at work come Monday. They hadn't explicitly discussed this modification, but Dante was there to ease the anxious pony's struggles, a strong hand slowly petting down his shoulder to calm and steady his new horse.

"Goooood boy, just relax... easy now, boy, easy." It was enough to keep the future pony in place as his thick and beautiful mane was reduced to a pony mohawk down his back, beautiful and flowing like a horse's mane, but shaved tight to fade with the rest of his bodyfur on all sides. A last finishing touch, one that caught Amra off guard, was a single sideways swipe at the base of his skull, shaving a notch straight across his mane. The purpose would quickly become apparent when a body-length harness and bridle was hefted over the lion's back, draped over his body and carefully locked on with small padlocks. The process of suiting up was laborious, harness straps running around shoulders, locking into a cross-strap around his front and back, threaded between the notch in his new horse mane. More straps were fastened down his chunky body until he reached the bottom of the harness, leaving the ends dangling for now. Dante stood back up to work on his horse's head.

A handsomely sized leather horse hood was presented to Amra, Dante smiling as he turned it left, then right, showing off the integrated bit, blinders and bridle. It was the perfect coloration to accent his natural fur and flowing mane. As the Clydesdale slowly slipped the leather hood over the lion's head, he said softly, "Now, horses are smart... very smart. So if you need anything..." He grinned as the bit gag slipped into Amra's jaws. The handler reached two chunky fingers into his slobbery mouth to ensure that the built-in tongue loller held the ponyboy's tongue down firmly. "There we go... If you need anything, it's going to be a whinny with three headshakes." As he tightened the straps, Dante smirked and added, "Can you do that for me?"

Amra huffed, his heart beating fast as he felt the hood tighten and lock into place, letting out a very wet and sloppy-sounding whinny. The extra weight on his head caused him to snort, head bobbing rather heavily and ecstatically as he did.

"Good boy. When you need to say yes, it's going to be two clops... no is only one clop. But before we practice, I have to finish getting you ready." The Clydesdale grinned as he casually reached around, slipping a set of leather mitts on his horse's wrists, cinching up each one tight so they forced Amra's hands to ball up inside the solid hooves. Once he'd done that, he used a set of small padlocks to secure each wrist one to a D-ring on the front of his harness, ensuring that his pony remained in a perfect prance position. A set of hoof boots were presented, and like a farrier, Dante slid each one on, laced them tight and padlocked them, letting his horseyboy clipclop in place to get used to the weight and accoutrement. But there was one last step to take care of. That needy arousal that had been throbbing between his legs was not going to do for a dignified workhorse.

Dante's skilled hands began to work on Amra's tender balls, slowly massaging and tugging them down until they hung low and swung softly. Carefully, he fed a metal ring around his sack, beaming broadly as he threaded the tight-fitting chastity cage around his cock. It would take a little squishing, a little work to get the pudgy lion's thick shaft to squeeze in. But as the metal slipped into its locking channels, all it would take was one more padlock to click into place. Once his good boy was nice and locked, and after Dante made a point of reminding him only good horsies get to cum, he added the finishing touch by producing a beautiful flowing tail plug, a perfect match to Amra's natural mane color. Applying juuust enough lube to get it deep inside, he slowly nudged and swirled it around the lion's tender pucker before puuuushing it deep inside. The thick plug was heavy enough to stretch his tight hole, making the poor thing loll out a moaning whimper that cracked in a loud whinny as the bulb seated deep inside. The last accoutrement was a thick strap at the base of the harness, slipped around the plug and already moist cock cage, locking them tight against his body to complete the look.

Amra grunted, swinging his fluffy soft tail about behind him, accompanied by gentle clipclops of his hooves. He waited patiently as he felt a set of reins being attached to sides of his bridle, and a nice hobbling chain run between his ankles to ensure he didn't become too unruly. Dante grinned as he gave a gentle guiding tug, coaxing his boy to turn around and settle before leading him from the barn. The lion-horse's gait was wobbly, the heavy plug in his ass grinding against his prostate as he was led slowly out the back, through the paddock and out to a large freestanding structure behind the barn. To the lion-turned-horse, his position was embarrassing, yet so arousing as he was marched with a cadenced clip-clop, accented by the jingle of so many padlocks. There was no stopping the gaze of farmhands, other horses, or heavy oxen beasts plowing in the fields as he marched proudly towards his first job.

"Alright, Big Dumb Hoss," Dante sneered, unable to help himself from using the name that worked up his boy, "we're gonna start by plowing out a little vegetable plot by the flour mill to get you warmed up, and then we're gonna bring you inside and get you to turning the mill's wheel." The Clydesdale grinned as he pointed towards a small plot of untilled earth next to a large wooden building, a horse-drawn gristmill with a single trained pony inside turning the wheel slow and steady. Sitting out by the plot of untilled earth was a horse drawn plow, the tip buried in the dirt and its yoke empty. It would take a little maneuvering to get the excited and eager Amra to back into position under the yoke, in no small part owed to his drippy cock cage slickening up his front or the plug grinding lovingly against his prostate with each squirmy move, making the poor thing whinny and snort as he settled against the padded yoke.

The Clydesdale took the handles of the plow, giving a little tap to the reins as he guided Amra forward. Even unbroken, the ground was hard to gain purchase, despite his boots making it much easier than a dainty set of real hooves. But after a few exploratory tugs, the lion began to move the solid iron plow, grinding the earth behind him in neat furrows.

"Good boy... Just plow straight, right to the end. Until we get used to each other, I'm going to yank a bit hard when I need you to turn... you'll learn quickly." Slowly, tromp by plodding tromp the chubby lion huffed and focused as he pushed himself forward, making good progress through the vegetable garden dirt. Hitting the end of his garden patch, he received a gentle tug back on the reins, before being guided to carefully sidestep until he could swing the plow around for the next row. Back and forth, a good eight furrows were turned up in the small vegetable garden, Amra's beautiful dusty-sandy pelt glistening with hot sweat as he worked the small field. About halfway through, Dante called him to a halt, quietly opening up a water bottle and offering a drink to the dirty and tired chubby-horsey. "That's a good boy... how you feeling?" he asked, getting a single clop of a hoof in reply. "Good boy, everything shaking out okay?" Another single clop and Dante grinned, rubbing down his groin softly, teasing that leaky little chastity cage. Taking a sample of the flowing juices, he lifted his fingers up to his mouth and licked them off, the Clydesdale grinning broad as he savored his horse boy's eagerness. "Oh handsome, you and I are gonna have some fun tonight, I think... But for now, let's finish up and we can get you inside for some merry-go-round in the shade time."

Back and forth, Amra plowed, his booted hooves stumbling now and then, but his bulky frame lent itself to hard labor far more than any of the lithe Lipizzaner boys doing fancy footwork in the paddock. As Dante brought Amra in to a stop, he paused to give his horse another drink and check over his gear, ensuring nothing pinched too much. Of course, the one pinch-point he noted, but wasn't going to do anything about, was the incessant throbbing of the lion's leaky cock, squished up tight in its cage. After having a short rest, it was time for the real fun to begin. Big Dumb Hoss was unhooked from his plow and brought along to the grist mill just as the horse on the millstone was timed to have a break. A large central millstone, with a hopper on the second floor, sat still and waiting for its next laborer to step up to the yoke. The lion-horse gave a contented little clippy-clop in place, jingling his padlocked form, before pushing his shoulders into the millstone's yoke. As curious as Amra might have been, it wasn't the job of a horse to learn how the mechanics of a millstone worked. Instead He just needed to walk forward and turn the massive machinery as a powerhouse.

Dante finished attaching his harness to the yoke and gripped a small riding crop from the wall, giving the popper a gentle flick on the boy's flank as a signal to move. It took a moment, the force of so much friction taking a back-and-forth rock to overcome. But soon Amra began to walk forward, turning the massive machinery. Each step spun the metal-banded grind wheel until it picked up momentum and became easier. For the first few revolutions, the lion was watched, an occasional swat to correct his gait or speed until he hit just the right rhythm. When he got a gentle pat on the flanks from Dante, he knew he was doing good as the Clydesdale went to work. The process was relatively simple, Bar'N'Yard grown grain in the top, and flour out the bottom, ready for collection packing and shipping. Dante would get his own workout as he lugged bags of wheat up from the storage area, up a flight of steps to the hopper, his broad and powerful body able to carry two whole sacks to make the trips easier.

Turn and turn, Amra kept walking, his mind blank as he focused on what it meant to be a beast of burden, working hard and slowly trodding his path. Big Dumb Hoss didn't need to think or care about anything other than his work, other than to pull. It wasn't easy, and his muscles tensed and strained against the yoke. But as the hours passed and the sun began to wane in the sky, Dante decided the time had come to settle in.

As calmly and professionally as he had before, Dante unhooked his horse from the yoke, and walked his weary boy back to barn stall number four. The constant plug prodding, coupled with a day of heavy physical labor had taken its toll on Amra, the poor boy's wobby legs carrying him back exhausted to his home for the night. Of course, along the way, the massive Clydesdale let his hands slip down and fondle a little, smirking as he prodded the tail-plug to get a needy whinny out of his boy. Entering the barn once more, Dante walked his charge back to his stall. The inside had been attended by a farmhand, cleaned of personal effects and a fresh bed of hay laid out on the floor. The lion didn't need much coaxing as he flopped down on the hay, splaying hard into the pile of soft floor covering.

"You did wonderful, boy... very good job today..." Dante smiled as he knelt down beside his sore horse, eagerly amused as he began to run his hands over his sweet horsey, eliciting soft nickers and whinnies. "You must be tired... don't fall asleep too quick now... you've got a treat coming..." The Clydesdale smirked as he reached down, unbuckling one of the tinkling little padlocks and unthreading the leather thong keeping the horse tail plug locked tight. The handler played his chonky fingers over the 'quarter horse's' plug, eliciting slow, long moans from his horsey. The bit gag and lolled tongue did not stop him from moaning and whimpering, idly double-bumping a hoof on the floor to try and signal 'yes.' "Heh, you like that don't you boy?" Amra blushed hot under his hood as he furiously tapped, 'yes, yes, yes' in response.

Slowly, Dante's fingers began to pull the sloppy plug out of the lion's tender and sore ass, the boy moaning as he felt it slip out with a wet pop, the bristly tail gently brushing along his thigh as it came out. His owner didn't waste much time, unzipping the fly of his working jeans and tugging down the waistband of his underwear to let his swelling horse cock throb and grow. Slowly, he gave it a little stroke, teasing himself up to full thickness, letting his hand snap gently over his own medial ridge like the tight hole he knew he'd be fucking, before slowly starting to press the head of his flared shaft against Amra's tight hole. A little hock of spit was all he needed to slicken the lube back up, before the horse got the right leverage and pushed inside.

Amra whinnied loudly, almost spooking like a horse would as he felt his tight little ass yield and POP open with a sudden girth. Dante was quick to rub and pet down his boy's shaved mane, shushing softly. "I know... I know... it's big, but big strong horses can take it..." He whispered soft before starting to thrust, slowly at first, only the first few inches and moving in from there as his horse slut got acclimated to the feel of hot meat deep in his body. Amra's struggling squirms soon melted to a moaning, mewling plea as the powerful Clydesdale began to thrust in and out, slow and steady, hitting his prostate just right with each movement. It wouldn't take long for Dante to push past the medial ridge, popping the boy's tender hole as he began to plow deeper and harder into his little slut.

Dante gripped the pony's hips, huffing as he started to coax him to sit back more and more with each thrust, little jingles of padlocks tinkling as the mewling beast whinnied and even brayed out loud from the invading shaft, his tender and drippy cock drooling out of the cage. All the while, his owner shushed him, the Clydesdale's thick cock throbbing as he felt his eager balls began to tighten. A day's worth of watching a powerful horse boy doing his job was finally getting released in one good fuck.

"I... I'll let you out tomorrow morning, hossy boy..." He huffed, biting a lip as he held himself together long enough to add, "let you cum when I fuck you one more time..." Dante gasped, panting as he tried to hold it back, but the image of making passionate love together tomorrow was too much to bear. Gasping, the massive Clydesdale let out a suppressed nicker of his own, trying not to show up his beast of burden as he came deep into the pony's tight ass. Hot ropes of sticky cum spattered out, filling the poor boy's hole deep and leaving his exhausted frame flopped helplessly on the floor of the barn. His trainer even needed a moment, body collapsed on top of the sweaty leather-horse until he could collect his bearings and pull his shaft back out with a wet and sloppy pop. Dante smiled as he re-affixed the tail plug and connected the harness back up, double checking the locks nice and tight and stuffing the key back into his jean pockets. "Alright boy... food comes around in about... ehh half an hour... lights off in an hour and a half. So, relax... you earned it after a hard day's work."

"Yo, hey Dante," Jake the possum said with a concerned look as he walked up to the Staff Accommodations building, catching his boss bleary-eyed in the morning and doing no favors by wearing a bright headlight on his forehead to illuminate the usual stack of paperwork he carried. "Sorry to bother you boss, ahhh, the folks from Lazy Acres got here early today, I think I got all the livestock moved out into processing, there's uh... five for transit, permanent slavery, right?" Dante blinked his eyes, barely able to think without his coffee.

"I uh... um, that sounds about right? Oh and, can you go and get up the lion in Stall Four as well, he's moving out today." The comment was short and sweet, Dante hoping he could spend a few waking hours with Amra before his departure. Jake smiled and nodded, plopping his clipboards down into the Outbound file and walking back into the barn amidst many snoozing animals. Amra's plush size meant he was snoring like buzz saw as the possum approached his stall, taking his clipboard and giving it a little look.

"Huh, says here he's a consensual sex slave too? ...how did we miss that? ...huh, he really put down his horse name as Big Dumb Hoss?" Jake asked quizzically as he looked in to the sleeping horse-boy. "So his real name is Amra, huh? ...wait... doesn't... Amra mean... lion?" Jake set the clipboard down as he thought about the strange set of circumstances. "Why would a lion sign himself in as lion, and then name himself Big Dumb Hoss...? Guess he really is serious about becoming livestock and disappearing into the slave system..."

Amra grunted as he awoke to the sight of a way-too-chipper-for-4-AM possum making soft clicking noises at him and tugging on his reins to get him to stand. With the gag in his mouth he couldn't say anything of consequence as he was raised up to unsteady feet and led out from the barn with happy promises of sugar cubes and kind words. Following the strange possum across the dusty, dirty yard, he was pointed towards a side-paddock, where a horse trailer was sitting and waiting. Inside stood five horse-boys, each one moaning and mewling as they stood secured to a post so they wouldn't fall over on the drive to their final destination, with one more post left open.

As the possum stepped Amra up to the trailer he smiled wide and said aloud, "Guess we had one more on the docket. Meet 'Big Dumb Hoss' your next no-limits slave." Amra's eyes went wide behind the hood, looking shy and nervous behind his blinders as a cigarette-smoking rat farmhand smirked and reached out to grab the reins from the possum.

"No-limits, eh? Not often we get one of those from the Bar'N'Yard... eh, looks pretty empty in that head of his." The lion-hoss gurgled out a nervous whine as he was led up into the horse trailer, his harness perfectly designed for securing to the interior post. It was then that he saw it, resting next to the horse trailer and in full view of all the others, a brazier with a single iron brand hanging out the top, the end red-hot and glowing. There wasn't much time for him to react as the rat hopped out of the trailer to grab it. "Next time, get your count right too, I don't wanna be hanging around here forever... Stand still Big Dumb Hoss..." A moment later Amra's world seethed with heat and burning as he felt the hot metal brand press against his rump, a sudden scent of iron and roasting flesh as his body was permanently marked with the Lazy Acres brand. Amra collapsed against his bonds, whimpering in stunned pain as the horse trailer closed, handshakes were exchanged, and the truck readied to leave.

It wouldn't be until later in the morning when Dante realized his workhorse was gone. At first, he was livid, until he noticed the smudged checkmark that had been accidentally tapped out on the remaining paperwork. After a moment of thought, he decided it was better to check that box more thoroughly, ensuring that the transfer on their side looked as legitimate as possible... after all, mistakes sometimes happen, but when they're big enough mistakes, the situation would sort itself out.

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