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Stable Stock

Written by: TiranMaster

Rubbing at his head, Houston blinked several times as he came to, glancing around a strangely bright room. The room certainly wasn’t his bedroom, it had the aesthetic of a small cabin room, all fine mahogany walls. The horse was laying on a bed of hay, it was surprisingly comfortable, though it wasn’t his bed. It didn’t take Houston long to realize that he was completely naked, his cock hanging out and everything, his nude muscled frame splayed out on the hay. When he sat up his clothes were nowhere to be seen, and in fact he found the entire room to be rather sparse on decorations. Standing up, the horse nearly fell back down as he was struck with a wave of dizziness. “Jeez... what... happened?” he groaned, shaking his head in an attempt to clear his head.

The horse remembered being at the gym, doing his normal set of reps, working up a good sweat for the day. He’d always been proud of his muscled physique, and he knew quite a few people at his gym who were jealous of how toned he was. Houston knew it was wrong to be so vain about things like that, but he’d taken pride in strutting around the gym, showing off how tightly his clothes sat on his ripped body. The last thing he remembered was going into the locker room to shower off, and then someone approached him... after that it was all gone. “Did I get kidnapped?” he asked aloud, looking around the room for some sort of hint about what was happening.

There was a hole in one of the walls with a slick sheen about it, above it read the words [i]Milking Hole[/i]. That... was not very comforting, Houston shivered as he looked at it before looking further around the room. The room was sparsely furnished, no real accommodations to be seen save for the hay bed, the hole in the wall, and a metal door that looked supremely out of place in the wooden interior. Just as Houston was considering kicking at the door, a voice came out over a hidden speaker system. “[b]Good morning, new stock! We see that all of you are awake, and we are glad to have you at our Stables![/b]” The voice was very cheerful, disturbingly so considering the situation. “[b]Now I am sure all of you have questions, after all, this is a very big change for all of you. But your fellow stallions will help fill you in on any and all questions you might have![/b]”

The word Stables did not make Houston comfortable, actually the entire situation did not make him comfortable. “This is bullshit! What the hell is going on here?!” he yelled at the ceiling.

“[b]We are proud to have each and every one of you join our stock of studs! You have all shown to have exemplary bodies that are sure to attract the attention of our many private customers.[/b]” Apparently the voice either couldn’t hear Houston, or it was a pre-recorded message, either way it continued to deliver its message. “[b]You will be allowed out into the barnyard to mingle with your fellow studs. Later this afternoon, you will have your breaking ceremony! This will be sure to help you feel more in line with your fellow stallions. Don’t forget to have fun, and make some new friends![/b]” The buzz of the speakers immediately broke off, and the door behind Houston slid open with a whisper.

The moment the door opened, several shouting voices filled the air, and Houston couldn’t help but feel relief that he wasn’t the only one. Despite his own anxiety and anger, the stallion turned and walked out of the small room. He found himself in a large barn-themed atrium, hay bales were everywhere, and there were plenty of farmyard set pieces set up around the large room. The room’s walls were littered with doorways, which other horses were pouring out of. There were so many different kinds of horses, but all of them were male. Each and every one of them were nude, save for a bandana here, or a pair of chaps there. Many of them were talking amiably, very comfortable in their nudity, and quite a lot of them were erect as well.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Houston breathed, looking around in a mix of awe and horror at the place. There were five other men who were likewise in states of distress, making a lot of noise, trying to ask some of the other horses for information or yelling at them for dragging them here. As for Houston himself, he started to look for the exit. He just saw doorway after doorway leading into the various rooms of the horses, but soon his eyes settled on a pair of metal doors that were firmly shut. Without another moment’s thought, he started towards the door, the sound of his hooves clopping on the wooden floor drowned out by the sound of the many other horses there.

Before Houston made it halfway, a deep voice called out to him. “Hey there, Star, those aren’t gonna open for ya.” The voice had a somewhat country twang, whether it was an affectation, or his actual accent, Houston didn’t care. He knew the owner of the voice was referring to him though, his pelt was all gray, save for a star shaped spot of white on his forehead. He turned around to find himself looking at a deep brown furred stallion leaning back on a hay bale, his hand idly playing with his erection.

Houston immediately glanced away, his cheeks burning red as he tried not to look at his fellow horse playing with himself. “I need to get out of here, and that looks to be the only way out! So I think I’m going to, regardless of what you think.”

“C’mon Star, ya don’t need to be so bothered,” the horse chuckled, sitting up as his tail whipped playfully. “M’ name’s Charles, though most people like to call me Big C.” He stood up, and Houston suddenly felt short, even though he himself was seven feet tall. Big C was tall, muscular, and he had a monster of a cock between his legs. “I know you’re new and all, but why don’t ya settle in? I could walk ya around, introduce ya to some of the boys around here. The Stables are a great place to live, I promise ya. We’re all friendly folk, and we know how to have some good fun.”

Big C kept getting closer, and Houston had to take a couple of steps back as the other horse was still quite erect. “I’ll be fine, and the name isn’t Star.” He turned towards the doors once more and started off again, though he did notice that some of his fellow newcomers were already there, trying to yank at the doors.

“I told ya, Star, it ain’t gonna work.” Big C’s voice was surprisingly close, it appeared that he was following after Houston. “Anyways, Houston doesn’t fit ya. Star is a much better name, and I think the customers will really like that name too. Just think about it, you could be a well-known name around the Stables. Star the Stud, with an ass like yours, I bet everyone will want to dig in! Your cock isn’t too bad either, though it ain’t quite as big as mine.” He chuckled while Houston continued to go towards the door, undaunted by the stallion’s teasing.

“What is this place?” Houston asked, deciding that if the horse wasn’t going to stop following him, he might be able to supply some answers.

“This is the Stables,” Big C answered succinctly, but the wryness of his voice gave Houston an impression that he knew what the horse was actually asking. “This here is a special venue where clients can pick and choose the stud of their choice to have their way with. We provide services to the customers, be it sexual, sensual, or merely providing them with an opportunity to relay their life’s woes and stresses. That last one happens less so, but it normally leads into sex anyways.”

Turning around, Houston glared up at Big C, slightly shocked when he realized how close the other stallion really was. “I didn’t sign up for this! I was at the gym, and now I’m here! This is kidnapping, and I will press charges!” He reached forward and pushed into the other horse’s chest, but was somewhat surprised when it didn’t do anything more than make Charles chuckle.

“Nice try, Star, but I’m a mite bigger than ya,” the stallion said, grinning down at him as he cocked his head. “Ya didn’t sign up for it, that’s true, none of us did. But don’cha worry, after the breakin’ ceremony, you’ll be right as rain.”

“That isn’t comforting! Hell, it sounds illegal!” Houston yelled, his temper getting the better of him as turned around and bolted towards the doors. The others at the door seemed to notice his approach, all of them looking just as panicked as he felt. Deciding to work with the others, they all attempted to yank at the doors, hoping that it might budge with the strength of five horses. All of the other stallions nearby, Big C included, all watched on with amusement. The doors creaked ominously, but they didn’t budge a single inch. “Damn it!” Houston gasped, his muscles burning and aching with the effort as they were unable to move the doors a single inch.

“[b]Please do not attempt to open the doors. You have been warned.[/b] An electronic voice crackled from overhead, apparently they were either being watched or the doors sent that warning whenever they were messed with.

“Screw you!” one of the other horses snarled, stomping his feet in a rage as he glared at the doors. They all felt powerless, and despite their impressive bodies and clear strength, they could do nothing but yank fruitlessly at the door.

After pulling at the door for a while longer, and being repeatedly berated by the voice, one by one the other horses gave up and walked away in defeat. Houston did not give up though, he was angry, he was upset, and he was feeling very vulnerable. Though the others might give up, he wasn’t about to, he needed to get out of there, get home and tell someone about the messed up place. “Don’t hurt y’erself there, Star.” Big C had taken a seat nearby, watching as Houston struggled with the door. “It’ll all be alright, I promise ya. The breakin’ ceremony is very fun, and you’ll feel much better afterwards. Heck, if ya want, I can give you a preview.” He stroked his massive cock invitingly, but Houston just scowled at him.

“Why don’t you leave me alone?! Is that accent even real?” he snapped, glaring back at the door as he willed it to open... but sadly his will proved lesser than the metal door’s strength.

“Nah,” Big C said, his accent slipping into a more standard middle class voice. “But I think it’s pretty hot, and all of my clients seem to like it. So I’ve gotten used to doing it.” He chuckled before dropping back into the drawl. “Anyways, I ain’t leavin’ ya alone cause you’re gonna need some friends. You’re scared, you’re confused, but it’ll all be alright. You’re gonna fit in nicely with us. Look at that body, you’re gonna be a hoot and a holler with the clients.”

Overhead the sound of the speakers buzzing to life could be heard throughout the atrium. “[b]All of our new stallions, please return to your rooms. The clients will be in momentarily, and you will be undergoing your breaking ceremonies later this evening.[/b]” The voice was bright and cheerful, it repulsed Houston, he wasn’t about to listen to what they had to say.

“This is bullshit!” Houston snarled, glaring at Big C, as if he were the one doing all of it to him. “I’m not going to leave! Hell, I’ll wait until those doors open, and then I’ll leave!”

Big C’s expression grew serious, almost scary, enough that Houston stepped back and bumped into the metal doors. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Star. Management is very serious about these things, and if you don’t listen, you will be punished.” His accent was still in place, but it was dark, ominous.

“P... punished?” Houston asked, suddenly feeling a little less sure of himself.

“Best not talk about it,” Big C said, his tone becoming a little lighter, “go back to your room. Obey, and you won’t have to worry about a thing.”

Houston wanted to fight, he wanted to rage... but Big C’s demeanor had struck a nerve with him, he felt scared in a different way. Though he wasn’t sure what “punishment” meant, he could only imagine that it was bad, and that cowed him. So, against his better judgment, the stallion walked back towards his room with some help from Big C. Apparently their rooms were right next to each other, something the country horse commented with a wink. Once again, it didn’t sit right with Houston, but he just allowed himself to be put into his room. The door slid shut after him, shutting off all sound from the outside, and leaving Houston alone with his thoughts.

Glancing towards the door, Houston saw that there was a small window to see though, and he noticed something as Big C was turning away from him. He had been working hard not to look at the nude forms of the other horses all that time, but just now he noticed something tattooed above the horse’s massive ass. [i]Property of the Stables #722[/i] That sent a shiver down Houston’s spine, he knew it was all wrong, but somehow that mark... it made it all the more disturbing. Especially with how friendly Big C was, it was clear that the “Breaking” ceremony was bad, and he needed to fight it.

Taking a few calming breaths, Houston decided that he would resist as much as he could whenever they came for him. He eyed the hole in the wall once again, now recognizing it better for what it was. It seemed that all of the other stallions were very randy, ready to fuck or be fucked, and a hole like that was likely to fulfill their desires when they were alone. “What the hell is this place?” His question, of course, went unanswered.

No noise could be heard from outside of the room, apparently it was very well sound dampened. Houston walked around the room a few times, waiting nervously for something to happen. He was too deep in thought to notice the slight hum of fans being turned on, the room being filled with a light gas. The stud’s eyelids started to flutter as he let out a long yawn. The room started to go hazy as he took longer and deeper breaths, his thoughts becoming cluttered and messy as he eyed the hay on the floor. “Just... take a nap...” he mumbled, staggering towards the bed. He barely made it before he collapsed into sleep, the powerful sleeping gas easily making sure he wouldn’t wake anytime soon.

[c]***[/c]

The world came into focus, Houston’s vision was a bit blurred, and he quickly realized that he was no longer laying on hay. He was sitting up for one, his arms were stretched out in front of him, cuffed to some sort of bar. He couldn’t see anything, nor could he move, he was completely trapped wherever he was. A bar was painfully digging into his upper thighs just below his ass, he had no direct support there, leaving his ass hanging out in the open. He could feel that his tail had been tied up as well, making sure that his ass was completely bared to the cool air. “[i]What’s going on?![/i]” Was what he wanted to ask, but his mouth had been gagged, a ball shoved in between his lips.

“[b]Welcome to the Breaking ceremony, stud,[/b]” a voice spoke directly into his ears. He apparently had earbuds or something in his ears, blocking out any and all sound except for the sound of his own heartbeat and the voice. “[b]You have been equipped with a special pair of blinders meant to help in your programming, along with these earbuds to make sure that no sounds will disturb your breaking procedure.[/b]”

“[i]No! I didn’t want this![/i]” Houston tried to say, but once more the gag stopped anything from coming out. He attempted to throw back his head, buck against the bars, try to break his bindings, but nothing worked.

In front of his eyes, powerful pulsating lights started to dance in the stallion’s vision. His pupils had been dilated before he’d had the blinders put on, making his vision all the more sensitive to the powerful stimulation. The device had apparently also been made so Houston couldn’t shut his eyes, though he wanted to. “[b]You will be a good asset for the Stables, stud. Please, enjoy your breaking![/b]” The voice was so pleasant and happy, but Houston wanted to shout for it to stop.

Houston hadn’t realized it, but his cock had been put into a suction tube. As the ceremony started, it started to suck upon his soft cock. The horse let out a grunt of surprise as he felt some pleasure from the sensation, the suction starting off softly, something underneath his balls started to buzz and pulse against them. “[i]Fuck... that feels... good...[/i] Just more muffled words, but Houston couldn’t stop himself from admitting how good it felt.

“[b]You will make for a great premium stud at the Stables. Our proud stock are all handsome, toned, and specially chosen by our scouts. You were chosen as you are clearly a horse of great value. You have the physique, the manhood, and the look that we cultivate here at the stables.[/b]” The voice started to speak into Houston’s ears, the colors still pulsating in his eyes, so powerful it hurt, constantly shifting, always moving, the horse forced to stare into it. His pride picked up at the idea that they had liked him so much... but he had to remember that he had been kidnapped, this was against his will!

“[b]Our horses are trained to be premier lovers. You will be shaped to use your cock better, and your ass will be trained to be able to take anything a client might insert inside.[/b]” That last part had Houston confused for a moment, and then he whickered in distress as he felt something pressing up against his asshole. Apparently they had lubed him up as well, as it started to slide in with distressing ease. “[b]Life inside of the Stables is far superior to life outside. You will be provided with all of the amenities you will need, a gym, a carefully cultivated diet, and all of the socialization you need with your fellow studs.[/b]”

Houston whimpered as the thing entering him slid in deep, the sensation was a bit painful, not too bad yet, but it slowly slid into him while the pump continued to suckle on his cock. The bright lights pulsed in his eyes, his mind still felt hazy from the drugs they’d used to put him to sleep. “[i]I can’t break, I won’t let them break me![/i]” His internal monologue was going crazy, but it was hard to hear over the loud voice in his ears.

To the horse’s surprise, metal clamps pinched onto his nipples, twisting them, making him writhe in a mix of pain and pleasure. “[b]Good stallions at the Stables will be taught to enjoy every form of stimulus. You will be intimately familiar with every kind of pleasure. Your number one duty is to keep our clients happy. Making them happy, will make you happy.[/b]” At the mention of making him happy, the suction on his cock grew extra strong, and the dildo slammed deep into Houston’s rear.

Pain and pleasure radiated through Houston as he was attacked on all sides through mental and physical pressure. The constant pulsating hypnotic suggestion, the voice so loud in his ears, and his body was being pleasured in so many ways. “[i]They’ll stop eventually, they’ll realize they can’t break me! I will not break, and then they’ll let me go![/i]” It was a desperate plea to himself, he would ride out the waves, he would beat them, and he would be let go.

“[b]Our studs will be well rounded. Male, female, maybe even other, it doesn’t matter. You are a stud of the Stables, and all of our studs are amicable to any client regardless of the gender or sex.[/b]” The pulses turned into a spiral, much like the one in old cartoons. Houston would’ve rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t stop starting into their dizzying depths. “[b]Our studs are often stated to be the best in the business. Sexy, well-hung, physically perfect, and most of all... broken beyond repair.[/b]” The voice had a sinister ring at the end, but Houston found himself missing part of it as his nipples were twisted once again, so painful... [b]but so sexy.[/b]

The machine the horse was planted on started to move, simulating the act of rocking as the dildo within him started to slide out and shove in, all of it in time with the movements of the machine. “[i]Fuck, it feels so good to get fucked like this... no, I have to fight it. I will not be broken.[/i]” Though he continued his internal monologue, he couldn’t disagree with the thoughts that it felt very good. The machine continued to fondle and buzz against his balls, and he was fully erect inside of the tube. The suction was weakening and growing stronger, never enough to allow him to cum, but constant.

Something snapped against his ass, painful, sharp, but brief. It was a riding crop, someone or something had smacked his ass with a riding crop! “[b]Did that feel good, stud? Do you want more of that?[/b]” The voice took on a sultry tone, like a dominator talking down to their submissive. “[b]If you want more of that, all you have to do is moan for it. This is just a window into what you will feel as you become one of the studs of the Stables. Your body will exist for pleasure, both visual and sensual. You will be made into the image of one of our sexy stallions, and all it will cost is to break your will.[/b]”

Fear overcame Houston, he realized that this wasn’t going to end anytime soon, he wasn’t even certain how long it had been. He groaned as the dildo slammed deeper, it was big... but not that big, not as big as Big C’s anyways. “[b]It looks like you’re starting to get a bit loose, stud. We can switch out for something bigger.[/b]” The dildo slipped out with a pop, and the horse shuddered as he suddenly felt empty, but he knew it was only a precursor to something bigger. He winced as the riding crop whacked against his other asscheek, and something grabbed his balls painfully. “[b]If you don’t fall in line, and obey, you will find that our punishments can be harsh. Balls are a privilege, not a necessity.[/b]”

Houston remembered Big C’s tone when he had mentioned a punishment, and another wave of fear overcame him. His eyes were filled with spirals, his mind was being buffeted by the audio stimulus, and his body was in constant pain and pleasure. He felt something new pressing up against his rear, it was bigger this time, and it was slick with lube. “[i]I just have to fight it... I won’t be broken... I can’t be broken...[/i]” He continued to whisper it to himself, but he believed it a little less with each repetition... and then he started to get fucked once more.

[c]***[/c]

Sometime later:

The tube slipped off of Houston’s cock, dripping with expended cum, the horse’s speckled shaft still fully erect as it dripped openly like a faucet. The Stables employee disconnected several straps from the big horse, whistling to himself as he went about a familiar process. The horse had gone silent several hours prior, his body had stopped resisting, he’d undergone nearly twelve hours of constant programming. He had struggled, so they had kept him on the machine for longer, but it had seemed that he was broken. His body language was limp, and his nipples were swollen and raw from how much they’d been pinched.

As the clamps came off of Houston’s nipples, he let out a small whimper of pleasure. The ball came from his muzzle next, causing the horse to lick his lips for a moment before moaning. “More?” he grunted, his tone needy and exhausted.

“Sorry bud, but we gotta get you all cleaned up,” the worker chuckled, but he knew that Houston couldn’t hear him with the earbuds still in. So he continued his process of getting the newest stud off of the machine, he needed to be showered, and there was one more thing to do before sending him back to his room. The gray pelted stallion knickered as he pushed into the dildo once more time before it slid out of him for the last time, the massive thing dripping with lubricant. The worker winced as he looked at it, knowing it had taken several size changes to reach such a massive piece.

Finally the blinders came off of Houston’s eyes, and his massive pupils contracted as he started to blink rapidly. “Ready to follow?” the worker asked, looking up at the stallion.

Houston reached up and stroked his nipple, wincing at how raw it felt. “Yeah, of course, anything for the stables,” he said in a dazed tone. The horse didn’t fight, none of them did after they were Broken, and Houston was just as broken as the rest had been.

[c]***[/c]

A Couple of Weeks Later:

The studs were all lined up, all of them standing at attention, all of them either completely nude, or wearing some sort of barnyard themed accessory. Star was standing next to Big C, both of them were wearing cowboy hats, their cocks standing ramrod straight. Before the clients were primed to come in, they’d been doing some rolling around in the hay together. They’d become good friends after Star’s breaking, and Star had been only too happy to incline his friend when he’d offered for a good fucking. So every day they would talk for a bit, play a bit, and then get ready for the customers.

Now, as the clients walked in, all of them looking hungrily at the lineup of the Stables, Star gave a cocky grin as one of the clients stopped in front of him. “Howdy,” he said, a slight drawl in his voice. “I’m Star, and I can bring you up into space with my personal expertise.” The customer of course bit hook line and sinker, so within a few moments the client had requested Star’s personal service and the stud was the client’s personal arm candy. He found himself eagerly awaiting when they client would want to escape into his room, his cock twitched, his ass quivered, and he smiled a winning smile at the client. [b]He was property of the Stables, and he would do everything for the client.[/b] Above his ass, was the same tattoo that every member of the Stables had. [i]Property of the Stables #818[/i]