Kyle's First Day of Training- part 3
#3 of Kyle Experience
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
As the drugs slowly started to wear off, Kyle could feel a stinging sensation slowly form in his chest, then he tried to let out a scream but all he could manage was to whimper a cry because something was wrapped around his head. His jaw kept tight, he kicked and twisted his legs to express his pain. Tugging his arms, he would find out he was bound in some kind of chair, his legs barred and his ass exposed to the cold air. The big wolf starring at him chuckled as he reached out with a handful of ice in his paw. As it was touched to the horse's red, pulsing nipples, he writhed in the chair, screaming into the horse shaped leather mask he was wearing, the large door knocker sized rings in his chest swing back and forth with his body.
Trying to move around to avoid the wolf's touch, he only made it worse as another huge ring in his cockhead tugged at his nipples, linked together with metal chain. Tears started to flow down his cheeks, seeping through some of the spaces in the mask. Panting as hard as he could despite the limited spaces to breathe in, he whimpered in pain as the new pain slowly died down to a dull throbbing, leaving room to experience the feeling of whatever was bulging inside his lower abdomen. His cock throbbed each time he tried to move, the things inside him pressing up against his prostate, forcing his horse meat to jump, further tugging on his nipples and forcing him to cry out into the mask.
The wolf licked his lips as he reached out with his dark paw, grabbing onto the large ring sticking out of the horse's stretched tail hole which seemed so eager to swallow the massive metal balls crammed into the horse's hole. He growled lustfully as he tugged at the metal ring with a leather rope holding it and the balls together. Only wearing the leather X across his chest and the leather crotch piece, the wolf tortured himself, tweaking his nipple as he slowly pulled more and more on the ring, watching the horse's yellow ass muscles contort around the anal ball tugging at his hole. Kyle gave a muffled cry as his cock bobbed, dribbling out pre past the ring stretching his piss slit as the chains tugged on his nipples.
The wolf tugged hard until Kyle moaned, his stretched rim finally giving way, spilling out the fisting jelly onto the floor as a metal ball the size of a small melon hung from his hole, sending a chill up his spine as the pressure in his bowels shrank, leaving him feeling just a little empty. He squealed beneath the mask when the next one followed, his legs kicking as he shot a stream of cum all over his chest. The aching feeling coming from the balls stretching his insides wasn't just coming from his ass. The cramping was coming from his guts, the wolf having stretching him nice and deep. As three, four, five, and six fell from his ass, his cock jerked and he blew his uncontrollable load all over himself and the chair. Moaning and writhing, he felt so utterly confused, hating and loving the mixture of pain and the amazing orgasm he was having.
As he was sat up, Kyle moaned as the balls hanged from his drooling hole, crying out because something huge and heavy was still inside him. The wolf laughed as the horse tried to walk forward, dragging the weighted metal balls behind him on the floor. All of a sudden, Kyle felt the weight shift inside him until it was pressing against his hole. It felt beyond normal as is spread his insides, pressing against his front, forcing his cock to jump sporadically one last time, tugging at his nipples, stretching them. With one last muffled scream, the huge metal sphere almost the size of a small medicine ball fell from his ass, clashing hard against the floor around his hooves. The wolf's new pet spastically heaved his chest up and down with relief, his stretched hole clenching and releasing as if gasping for air. His master approached him, clapping his paw on his back, "I think you're ready for more training, boy..." Kyle whimpered and shook his head, pleading to the wolf by tapping his hoof against the ground as best he could.
After the wolf wrapped him up in various leather straps, Kyle groaned in disappointment when the mouth of his mask was opened up and a metal bit was forced to the back of his jaw. The only words he could manage past the bit were a few gargled words as the wolf tugged on some rains connected to the mask. "Yip!" the wolf cried, smacking Kyle in the ass with a whip like training rod. Kyle actually neighed in pain like a feral horse, raising his leg and stomping his hoof into the mud. That was when he first realized he was outside. "Get going!" his master cried again, whipping him on the other leg and tugging at the reins. Kyle whinnied and jumped, trying to avoid the next few lashes that went for his legs. The wolf licked his lips and groaned, groping his crotch as the pony started to prance about the woods.
Kyle tried his best to keep the wolf happy, lifting his legs high and constantly moving as the big male maneuvered him by tugging on the reins. But it was a constant irritation to his nipples each time his cock bobbed up and down when he moved. By the time they had walked to the edge of the wolf's property and back, Kyle's jaw ached, his chest was bright pink around his nipples, and he had lashes across the back of his knees and ass. He was relieved when the wolf finally undid the straps and allowed to lie down on the ground, the mud cooling his lashes and his throbbing bits, his entire body aching from exhaustion. As the wolf approached the naked horse in the mud, Kyle pulled away from him at first, but as the older male's paw worked over his aching muscles, he couldn't help but give in, "Good stud..." the wolf murred, lightly patting Kyle on his ass. Despite it all, deep down, the young stallion somehow felt like he had achieved something, an accomplishment, though he still hated the wolf.