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A mass of kidnappings have been occurring all across the city and officer Ralph Blanes has been given the case not knowing that it will involve his past and future all in one; because the kidnapper has something on him that will shake Ralph's world to the core.

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Rolling his shoulders and popping his spine Ralph Blanes, forty-three year old three hundred and sixty pound muscular cop with the crew cut mane, sighed as he finally got off duty and head down to the locker room beneath the prescient.

Being one of the lead detectives for the current kidnapping/homicide case that was being jointly handled by his prescient and special victims meant that Ralph was under enough stress to make even his cool demeanor fade into a grumpy aura of displeasure that had the rookies giving him a wide breadth. Even some of the veterans that he normally considered friends were tiptoeing around the Shire horse and that was only serving to make him more aggravated.

Opening his locker and tearing off his uniform the brown cream colored stallion grunted as his large form seemed to just swell out from the uncomfortable clothing as his muscles bulged and flexed underneath the dim lights of the ceiling. Being the stud horse that he was Ralph nearly made a second home out of the local gym, called Spitz, down of 5th and Vine. Veins stood out underneath his leathery hide as the Shire swept a large hand across his face while trying not to think about the case.

It was impossible though and sitting himself down onto the bench behind him, the wood and metal groaning from his weight, Ralph closed his eyes as he recalled the faces of the men that had gone missing in the last two months.

Just like some of the cheap and offbeat crime dramas that the media hounds always seemed to compare real police work to Ralph thought about how guys from the neighborhood had slowly started going missing one by one during the last eight weeks. It had started with some rich snob's son not coming home from a late night street party last month. The parents of eighteen year old Alexander Wright had called down to the police station the day after their son didn't come home and not ten minutes after Ralph was being called in by the chief.

The usual story; kid's family knew somebody who knew somebody in the governor's office and they wanted him to put all his effort into finding the brat. Sure, like he didn't already have enough on his plate looking for a pair of rape suspects, filing paperwork on his last case so that the ADA would stop breathing down his neck, and he had his wife wanting him to take a vacation.

What was a little thing like going off to look for some rich kid who was probably laid up somewhere with enough Blow to fry his brain and a few pretty bimbos his daddy's platinum card could afford.

Ok, so maybe he was being too hard on the case, but it was usually the same thing. Kid failed to call in and was hanging out somewhere or else he was trying to piss his parents off by making them worry because he got into a fight with them over something trivial.

Going to the parent's plush two story house and getting the details about the kid, him being a white wolf with a black patch of fur over his right eye and standing at six foot one and one-ninety pounds, Ralph took some notes and got out some information and went around the city asking people if they had seen him. The last place Alexander had been seen at was coming out of a local drugstore at 8:15 pm then after that no one heard or saw neither hide nor hair of him later on that night.

According to everyone he talked to Alexander, Alex to his friends, was an angel in disguise. He never did anything bad, never cut class at the high school he was attending, never got into it with his parents and didn't pull stunts like running away from home.

Classic poster child for the Good Son.

That had been last month and Ralph had been getting an earful from his captain, who was getting it from the chief, who was getting it from the governor's office about not finding little Alex.

The another case popped onto the Shire's desk, this time about a twenty-one year old tiger college kid who had up and preformed a disappearing act on everyone. This time however, Ralph got a different story and didn't immediately connect the two incidents together.

One Donald Wright, a five-five feet tall and one forty-three pounds bespectacled striped tiger, had not been to class for about three days. His parents were in another state and couldn't be bothered to come see about their wayward son because the father was in jail, doing five years for abusing the mother, while said mom was doing her best to forget she ever had a son in a previous life by cruising across the ocean with her new fiancé.

Donald had made his way into a local technical college on scholarship and his only real friends were his teachers who swore that the kid was too quiet and mousey to just not come to school. No friends to speak of and living in single dorm room on campus, Ralph had gone and searched for anything that could lead him to understand why this tiger had pulled a ghost act and came up with a blank.

His room was typical of a teenager; laptop that had been left wide open, a couple of books on different course curriculum for his major: Donald wanted to be a software engineer but need basic training before he move forward into the rapidly growing field, and some gay magazines that had been stashed conveniently underneath his mattress.

Ralph had to laugh at that one as he remembered his former college days when he had to choose between starting a herd of his own as lead stallion or being a mare for a couple of studs on the track team he had admired. Army life had chosen things for him as the young twenty-three year old college Shire had wanted to serve his country when war had broken out over in the west. Grunt life combined with not wanting to be the bitch-boy for his unit, all who would swear by their heterosexuality as if it were some badge that could be stolen for a moment's indiscretion, made sure that Ralph was nothing less than lean and mean stallion fighting machine.

Chuckling to himself he shook his head and returned his mind back to his case.

So that was two boys gone missing barely a week apart but at the time the cases just didn't seem to match up with each other. Alex didn't go to Donald's school and wouldn't be because the wolf was headed for a private college across the ocean customary of his father's Alumni connections. Alex, for all intents and purposes was straight while Donald looked to be either gay or bisexual. Alex was a party boy while Donald was shy closet case.

Nothing similar, which meant no connection which meant Ralph was pulled in two different directions at one; at least a first.

Two weeks of no sign of either boy lead another case on his desk, the calls from the governor's office quieting down as heartfelt condolences were passed off for despair as Alex's parents went into shock that their boy might not be coming home. This time it was a young rat who had just gotten off the bus from down south and was looking to start up working for his uncle's car dealership never made it to his uncle and the fat rat, in the literally sense, had been up in arms because his nephew had been too excited about being away from home to do anything other than come to him for a taste of city life.

That was three. And Ralph had to do a head scratch as the picture forming in his head didn't make any sense.

A couple days later a young seventeen year old Doberman had been coming from his workout at the gym and been seen getting into a car with some friends.

He never made it home.

That was four and Ralph was actually pay attention now because it looked like the lines were starting to dot together.

A week later a twenty-six year old bruin legal aid had wandered off after lunch and hadn't come back.

Two days later a tabby cat, age nineteen, had been heading to the Southside to see his aunt and not reported into her. The eighty plus year old graying tabby could barely hobble to her door but got the message in clear to Ralph that her nephew never came to see her. She was sure she hadn't missed him because he had a key to her house so she wouldn't have not heard him come in because he always would hug her while carrying dinner from the local pizza shop down the street.

The parlor workers had seen Chris come in, order his usual, a triple deluxe meat-lover's supreme with extra pepperoni, and had seen him walk out but after that no one knew anything.

By now Ralph was sure that there was a kidnapping ring at foot and he had pulled late night hours going over his head the who, how and why were all of these guys going missing and why didn't it seem to trigger any alarms earlier.

The answer had been easy, because no one wanted to know.

Ralph opened his eyes and finished undressing as he realized that the whole time everyone had been complacent in the fact that there relatively young males would just show back up without incident. Alexander's parents had called the day after their son went missing, but Donald's teachers only called three days after. The other three had called two days after so that left whoever was snatching these kids up time enough to move without being noticed or maybe they had been.

The Doberman had gotten into a car, Ralph assumed with friends, but maybe it was with someone he knew a little more personally. Introspecting into the dog's life showed that the Dobbie was a gym rat but he lived off of his earnings at an auto mechanic garage where he worked part-time. Thinking it over Ralph always thought it was odd that a kid his age would be working as a grease monkey at his age, especially because all of his so-called coworkers were at least three times his age and much more experienced.

Ralph hung his pants onto a hanger and then took out his regular black jeans before blinking and looking at the back of the metal container with wide eyes.

Maybe the connection was in the Doberman...the dog might have been...

Quickly putting on his clothing Ralph wrapped a plain white muscle shirt over his muscular torso, zipped up his pants, slammed his locker shut and raced back upstairs to his desk. Tail splaying the air behind him the Shire opened his desk drawer and then pulled out his notes before going over them.

Doberman: Russel Crews. Age: 17. Height: 6'4. Weight: 220 pounds. Distinguishing marks: Uncropped ears. Information: Subject is suspected of being kidnapped from the gym where he worked out at one Tuesday evening at around 8:55 pm. Subject may have known his kidnappers and voluntarily let himself be willingly taken without knowing. Subject made no attempts to get away or fight getting into the car he was driven off into. Car type and model: unknown. Black maybe. License plate: unknown.

Doberman gym bag left behind and taken into evidence. Contents included several bottles of water, two towels, a pair of rubbers, and one tube of body oil.

Subject's home: Living with next of kin, one guardian who happens to be an alcoholic. Guardian unaware subject was gone for several days before calling the police.

Findings in Doberman's room: nothing out of the ordinary.

Ralph cursed himself as he slapped his notes down and then thought over what he had to have missed. It was right there and he just didn't see it.

Closing his eyes the Shire visualized the same magazine that he had seen in Donald's room. It was one of those gay photo magazines that had an advertisement in it for so-called Fantasy Abductions. Supposedly, all you had to do was write a convincing letter in about your ideal fantasy about being kidnapped and send it in.

The sponsor, who's name Ralph had forgotten, claimed that they would make your ideal abduction come true and then send you a letter with a picture of the type of guy you wanted to see being kidnapped and made into a sexual slave.

Ralph grunted and balled his hand into a fist before hitting the top of his desk. Several eyes turned to him but the stallion ignored them for getting out his laptop and turning the machine on. The fan whirled to life and before long a black screen turned blue and a logo bounced around in front of Ralph's eyes.

Typing in his password, thanking the company for making keys big enough for his meaty fingers, the Shire pulled up the internet then the webpage for Fantasy Abductions.

The sight was very easy to get into. It looked like a common gay fantasy page with different furs poising and stripping out of their clothes while smiling saucily for the camera, but that wasn't what Ralph wanted to see. Going over and typing in a few letters the Shire brought up the past three months Fantasy abduction stories and read over two of them.

I imagine that there is a hot stud wolf who get caught coming out of a store late one night. He's not looking around him and doesn't see as these guys pull from the shadows and stands behind him with their hands full of ropes and handcuffs. He's oblivious to them until one of them grabs him by the throat, just hard enough to choke the breath from his lungs, before a gag finds its way into his muzzle.

He's grunting and flailing around like a fish but it doesn't do him any good as hands grab his wrists, ropes lash into his legs as cuffs bind his wrists. He's panicking like a little bitch, but the guys don't care, their probably getting off on him squirming.

They take the wolf and haul him into the darkness where they came and then...

Ralph looked over at his notes then back to the second story.

There's this tiger, oh man I've always wanted to see one of the big cats get theirs, anyway, this tiger's walking down the streets. Not looking at nothin' and moving along when he bumps into this large guy who appears out of nowhere. He looks up and the guy smiles at him, really predatory like, then moves out of the way to let the feline pass. Puss doesn't think twice as he nods to the guy and steps passed him totally not noticing the stunner the guy pulls out of his pocket.

The tiger hears the electric zing going off behind him just in time to turn his head and see the guy shoving the stunner into the side of his neck. Kitty screeches and falls to the ground like a lead stone while the guy flicks the handheld off and blows over it like a recently fired six shooter.

The guy picks the tiger up, throws him over his shoulder and then walks down the street with the cat drooling across his back. No one sees nothin', even on a semi-crowded street because the guy has on these black clothes, his pecs and stuff puffin' out and shit, as he...

Ralph cursed under his breath as he sat back heavily into his chair sighs to himself.

It had been in his face from the beginning and he never even saw it. All the evidence lay right on his feet and he just didn't see it. The magazine he had seen in Donald's room, the same one in the Doberman's house and the guys who had been kidnapped all in order.

The entire thing had been setup right out of a movie script but it just hadn't clicked.

Gritting his teeth and refusing to give into defeat Ralph read over the stories one by and one and then let his eyes grow wide as he saw the latest one which was three days old.

There's this big ass stallion that's always struttin' his stuff around town. I want to see him broken down and made into a mare for several hot guys on camera. He get kidnapped while one his way home. He's walking down the street just after getting out from working at the gym. He's tired as hell and doesn't think to take a look around him as everything suddenly gets quiet.

His ears are low and his tail is flicking behind him when they grab him. One decks in one the back of the head, another beats a fist into his stomach making the horse grunt and cough as his lungs feel like they're going to collapse.

He bends down to one knee when a collar gets slapped around his neck; it's just temporary because they have to get him into the alley before anyone can see him. He tries to get up but they hit him again, one of the guys even forcing his mouth open and rubbing the stallion's large nose over their crotch. Male stink gets into his nose making him whinny and snort before a ball gag gets stuffed into his throat.

He's grunting like a bronco but the guys around him just laugh as they deck him once again before one of them put a rag over his face.

Sleep time for the horse because when he wakes up he's going to be...

"Captain!" Ralph's out of his seat at that and charging full force towards a certain black rhino's door.

Decisions got made hastily after that as orders were issued out once Ralph had showed the older officer his findings. Ralph would be the bait, that was understood from go once he showed his captain the evidence, the older rhino not even believing his ears when the Shire stormed into his office so suddenly and started neighing at him.

The special victim units would play backup for the stallion as Ralph would hit the gym every night for the next week until something popped. So far he hadn't had a case of a missing stallion come across his desk and no other kidnappings had been reported anywhere in the city. Going back over where all of the young men had been kidnapped a rough circle had been made to determine where the possible next kidnapping would be.

There was too much space for everyone to cover but Ralph had a hunch he knew where the people looking for their next victim would strike. The whole thing was being planned out by someone with a lot of time and money so all he needed to do was make himself available and easy to put into a disadvantageous position. The gym he liked, Spitz, was right down the block from where the Doberman's gym was so it was likely that the guys who would do the kidnapping would come back for another easy picking.

Ralph had gone back and reread over one of the stories on the website and seen that the fantasy for the Doberman being kidnapped was to have a friend of a friend get him into a car and then take him somewhere. No one saw anything odd because everyone assumed that the Dobbie was going off with a friend, never knowing that said friend had set him up.

Ralph didn't linger on that fact too long because once everything was set into motion he was already planning how he would catch these bastards and find those missing guys.

If only because he had failed them so completely because of his oversight.

Three days into the undercover assignment Ralph was just coming out of the Spitz when he felt the air around him grow still.

His heart beat into his chest as he rolled his shoulders and slapped his gym back over across his shoulder. He didn't look around him to see if his backup was in place because everyone was already in position and waiting. They had gone over this at least twice before back at the prescient and now three days into it everyone was in place and knew what to expect.

The Shire walked down the street with an easy swag in his step, trying to keep as calm as he could while keeping from looking over his shoulder. His hoofed feet clopped as he walked down and made his way almost to the bus stop at the corner when his ears caught a sound.

What the hell, he thought as a car raced by him at top speeds while several patrol cars flashed blue lights and sirens in chase. Ralph jumped back and bumped into some as one of the cop cars graced too close to the sidewalk for his comfort and without looking the Shire said,

"Oh, sorry guy." Not even looking back as a hand curled around his neck.

"No problems officer." A deep voice replied and Ralph's senses nearly blazed in alarm before he felt a strong grip seize his throat before something smelling like chloroform wafted into his nose.

His last thought, this wasn't how it went in the story, before darkness took him.

Consciousness returned in a series of waves as Ralph groaned and shook his head before blinking away the dark stars covering his vision. When feeling returned to his limbs the Shire let out a whinny of distress and panic as he found himself hanging just bare feet from the ground while a large bit was locked in between his teeth.

Grunting and trying to flex his impressive form against the bindings holding him Ralph looked down at himself and struggled harder as he realized that not only was he bare of any clothing but he had been, for all intents and purposes, hog tied.

His arms were encircled behind his back, probably in cuffs, as Ralph couldn't tell from the feel only that both his hands were bound together in cold metal against the small of his back. Looking down at his front the Shire could see that his chest had been oiled down with something sweet smelling making hi fur shine underneath the seventy watt bulb shining down over head. A pair of nipple clamps had been fastened around his quarter large nubs standing erect over his chest and as Ralph swung helplessly in his binds he had to bit hard onto the bit as he felt a sharp tug at his man tits.

Groaning, the Shire looked at the small weights that were dangling in the air just foot from him and took stock of the little numbers that were etched onto the sides of the pyramids. Snorting like a mad horse Ralph shook his head and lifted his ears to hear for anything in the room around him but the only sound he did register was a sound he really hoped to ignore.

A subtle _drip...drip...drip..._noise against forced Ralph to hiss around the bit in between his lips as he lowered his head in disgust and watch as his flag pole long cock seep clear pre onto the floor. Droplets of his fluids were already pooling in the shadow of his hanging body and from what the Shire could see someone had made sure to get him out and ready as a black rubber cock ring was strapped at the end of his horsehood.

His maleness was dark brown in color, the same as his hide, a quirky variation of standard Shire coloration but that was fine with Ralph. His flared head looked somewhat swollen as his crown flexed in time with his heart.

Not wanting to go deal with the thoughts he knew were coming Ralph let his gaze drop further and nearly gaped at what he was seeing. His nuts were locked in what looked like some kind of weird wooden stock. His legs held up against the wood frame that was secured against his plus sized rump, Ralph curled up into himself and looked to find his dark brown orbs lightly swollen and dangling from the other side of a large hole that had been cut into the damn thing. It actually looked like an old fashion stockade but at the same time it fit him perfectly without chaffing or causing the Shire any undo discomfort.

Wriggling around and then grunting when his back began to ache Ralph pulled himself back up so that he was looking straight into the wall in front of him. He mildly wondered why he wasn't cold since he was naked, it was late August after all and the room didn't look to have any ventilation.

The Shire actually took the time to notice that the room was, in reality, very warm despite the open window that he could see out of his peripheral on his right. He glanced at the possible alternative to his freedom, since he could see a door from his current position, and then turned away suddenly. Ralph wanted to blink it out of his memory but it was too late and his steel-trap of a brain flash photographed the scene and displayed it in his mind's eye.

Though there wasn't much light coming from the moon Ralph had still made out the sight of a pair of black shadowed mountains in the distance.

Since it was night he had assumed that he had been taken on the same day but the only mountain range close to the city was about twenty miles out of town due north. The only way that it could still be night and there were mountains outside were if A, someone had drugged him and raced upstate with his unconscious body tucked in the back of a very large van or B, he had been out of it longer than he thought and he was in real trouble.

Praying that his backup was somewhere looking for his captured ass Ralph snorted as he tried to calm his breathing from the case of hysteria that had almost taken hold of him. He was better than that. He had been trained for being taken captive before and now he was living through the extent of what some of the men back in his former unit had gone through during the war ten years ago.

He had to stay resolved that nothing would break him and he had to hope that his captain was using every resource available to find him.

No one could just kidnap a cop in the middle of the city and get away with it. This was not daytime drama; this was real life going on.

Sighing and focusing more on his immediate predicament Ralph looked around to his sides and found that several pieces of equipment were laid out around for his viewing pleasure. His stomach rolled as he realized that his worst nightmare back in high school was about to come true, even though it wouldn't have been a nightmare back then when he wasn't married and straight as bullet.

All around were sex toys over various shapes and sizes, some ranging from small dildos that looked to have been made from average size cocks to massive looking anal beads that could easily fill the palm of his hand. Shaking his head and surveying his surroundings more thoroughly, Ralph found brick on brick walls at each cardinal point surrounding him.

The look of the room said that it was newly made. Taking a smell of the air the Shire could scent that the cement that had been used to lay the foundation still clung to the air so that meant that this place had to have been built very recently.

How flattering to in a perfect setup for a some assholes weird fantasies, Ralph chuckled darkly as he flagged his tail over his back and found that even it had been bound by something. The long brush above his tailhole was bent upwards and dropping at a one-hundred and eight angle meaning that someone had clamped him while he was out. Cleaning his anal cheeks and feeling an empty wet feeling throughout his backside the Shire fought off an embarrassed blush when he become conscious of the fact that he had been cleaned out back there.

How the hell had I slept through that, Ralph raged in his head just as a door creaked open behind him.

The Shire would have swung around to face the other if he could but the ties holding him in place prevented that from happening. Vertigo was already starting to play merry hell with his sense of balance and when someone came up and placed a warm paw onto his side the stallion could have thanked them. That was until thin fingers moved down his side and dug thick claws into his hide all the way towards his rump. Ralph grunted as he tried not to shiver from the way he was being touched so freely. If this had been any normal situation he was have pile driven whoever was caressing him into the ground with his hoof.

Snorting and braying through the bit Ralph began to shout at the person,

"Now now, don't be so noisy. The other guests might start to get uppity if they find out that we have a new guest so soon." A very smooth and manicured voice husked making Ralph raise his ears up and then listen intently to the other.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I've been unkind as a host. Let me come around so you can see who is responsible for your current condition." Ralph listened as shoes slide across the concrete as the man stepped heavily to his side before standing in front of him.

When he saw who it was Ralph could have shit a brick as he struggled and tried to get at the man.

"Heheh, I knew you would act this way. It's not often that one finds out that they've been played like a fool and reacts calmly too it." The figure chuckled open heartedly as his face was cast in shadow giving the Shire little to see by but making it enough that he thought that he would be sick. "Given all of you military training I would have thought you'd be unresponsive but I see I've got a live one on my hands this time."

The man moved away from Ralph's front to stand at his back and then began to caresses the stallion on the behind once again.

"You know, I was amazed that it took you this long to figure things out. I assumed that a veteran officer such as yourself would see things much more clearly after the first four kidnappings but maybe I overestimated you?" It was a bait and it worked flawlessly to incense Ralph as he snorted and struggled against the rope tied fast around him.

"Don't take it personal, though I guess you will anyway. I've played this game before and I have yet to lose. Though I will admit you having put yourself up as the prize for my attention was amusing. Usually men like you denote such trivialities to others while keeping yourself out of danger. For that I put my hands together at your courage." A set of claps began behind him making Ralph wish he could just get one arm free so he could strangle the other.

"Well you seem to be getting annoyed so we'll move on." The paws settled themselves and then there was movement behind him.

Ralph listened with the utmost attention as he tried to figure out what was going on behind him. His wait wasn't long and when he felt the hand against his ass again he seethed in fury as being touched once more. However his anger became a plethora of emotions when a sudden strike against his naked rear sent his brain on overload.

A crack of a whip sounded before another strike marred the Shire's upturned posterior. Ralph whinnied out as loud as he could despite the bit in his mouth; his eyes were opened as wide as possible while his pupils had shrunk to the size of pinpricks. Another kiss of the whip at his cheeks made the stallion struggle in his bonds as he fought desperately to get away from the pain that was coursing through his body.

Oh god it hurts, it hurts, please stop! STOP!, Ralph cried out into his mind even as his teeth bit deep onto the metal inside of his mouth.

The man behind him didn't seem to care that he was abusing the large horse, instead there seemed to be a silent concentration going on as the fingers wrapped around the handle of the whip twisted into the air to hit the Shire at just the right angle.

Another crash and Ralph had tears in his eyes, two more turned his ass red as fine lines intersected across his rump like tic-tac-toe lines. Over and over the man tore into the stallion, Ralph could do nothing to defend himself as he tried to keep his composure while dying just a little more inside of his head. No pain he had suffered in the past was as cruel as the emotionless flashes of the whip's length gracing his hide. There was no pause, no time for relief as the man branded the Shire with his special flavor of ownership and it was only when Ralph was left a blubbering mass of muscles and hurting flesh that the torture came to an end.

The sound of something dropping cut through his whimpers and as a warm paw returned to soothe the aching throb at the stallion's backside Ralph almost felt a touch of thanks for the mercy he was being show.

"I do want to apologize for hurting you that way." The voice sounded sincere and that made Ralph's attention perk as he blinked the watery veil away from in front of his eyes as he tried to refocus his sight back to normality. "Personally I would have loved to just tattoo you with my mark and leave you with a permanent insignia of my ownership over you but, that wasn't what was asked for."

Ralph panted around the bit as he tried to take in sweet gulps of air; the whipping had forced his breath to escape him as his lung seized up with the rest of his body.

"You see, the institution I run is based on the fantasies of men and women around the world. Not just on the little articles you stumbled over. Sometimes I get lucky and find several that match each other and can stage abductions and shows based around what my mind can tweak up. Other times," There was silence before and then the warm paw on his ass removed itself. "I'm sequestered to do things which I normally would not do. I've sold my soul for a profit but I can at least make good of the spirit of compassion that I have left."

Ralph wasn't sure what to think but when the door behind him opened once again the Shire lifted his head and turned it just enough so that he could see large, dark forms step into the room.

"Times like these I'm made to hurt my patrons and do things to them which would leave them in tears, as you have experienced, but at the same time I can chose how and when I want to make other's fantasies come true by wiggling through little loopholes in wording, you know what I mean."

Ralph snorted and glared at the wall, wishing that some deity would give him the strength to tear out of his bonds so that he could loop his hands around the other male's neck and show him a real twisted fantasy.

"Hehe, I guess not. But I will tell you this much, the persons who wanted to see this done to you have asked that you be humiliated in the worse way imaginable baring being made to suffer under any indignities such as being made to alter your physical being permanently." Ralph listened to this just as someone picked up several of the toys around him and a very large form stepped right in front of his face.

"With that in mind it took me only a few minutes to come to think over how to humiliate you without doing any more physical harm. Immediately I thought of you and your lovely wife." Ralph snorted and struggled just before broad hands cuffed him on the back of the head making him look up and stare wide eyed as he watched a doppelganger lookalike smirk down at him. "Of course I would never harm a woman in such a way, even a devil like me has a code to live by, so I pondered; what would happen if your wife were to see you enjoy yourself while being taken by these gentlemen under my employee?"

The Shire in front of Ralph grabbed the stallion's head and ripped the bit out of his mouth suddenly. The bound cop was ready to yell out as loud as he could when finger stuffed themselves into his maw keeping him from biting down or saying anything. Gazing up at the other horse Ralph gasped as best he could when a pink and black mottled stallioncock was brought up to his nose and then rubbed across his face while smears of horse nectar painted across his snout.

"Would your wife be disgusted? Would she be enthralled? Would she find herself uncertain of what to do as she watched with rapt attention as you are humiliated again and again by the men here while your hard tool sprayed across the floor with your proof of your degradation?"

The copy Ralph in front of the real Ralph grunted as he began to stoke his twenty something odd inches of stallionmeat while spreading the jaw of the cop horse as wide as he could handle. Behind him two other men, a large mastiff and an even bigger wolf were lubing up several toys while deciding silently between them which would go into Ralph first. Below him Ralph's cock was pointed at the ground, hard and eager as it pulsed restlessly underneath its owner. Precum was filling the space underneath Ralph so much that you could have dipped your index finger into the puddle and ended up soaking your entire hand into the enlarging lake.

"Maybe or maybe not, but the thing is; how will you be able to live with yourself knowing that you enjoyed this little debauchery? As per the request of the writer all of your fellow officers will get this tape sent to them via a nondescript manila envelope. They will all watch because it will have your name on it and the location of where you were at the time when it was being filmed." The man said as he turned his head just so the camera pointed down at Ralph in the corner of the room could see him tilt his face.

Two more cameras were on opposite side of the room but they were moot concern to Ralph, especially when the Shire in front of him began to hump his hips forward into the prone stallion's face making his short snout fur greasy with his seminal fluids.

"Of course by the time they finish watching it, some I assume will get off first and feel bad later before calling down to the prescient with evidence of your whereabouts, you and the others will have been moved to another location. But then again, I suppose it won't even matter by that point. I've read the file on you so I know Ralph," The Shire grunted as the hand in his mouth pulled back only to be replaced with the other horse's cock. The wide flared head pushed past his lips and the lookalike didn't even give Ralph the chance to bite down as he slide his girth into the other forcing the officer to choke as strings of pre gushed down into his throat.

Behind him the wolf had won the coin toss, a penny being flipped into the air on a clawtip only to land of tails, and moved in front of the Shire's upturned rump to place the head of a large red dildo covered with tiger-like spines at Ralph's pucker. The wolf grunted when he felt the resistance and slapped Ralph across his still smarting ass making the Shire gasp, then swallow around his doppelganger's cock before reflexively clenching his tailcheeks and allowing himself to be spread open on the faux-crown of the dildo.

"I know that you're bisexual Ralph and I know that you like to have guys under your tail back in school. From middle all the way up until you joined the army you were a mare for any guy with a long enough cock."

The stallion in front of Ralph grabbed the other's ears, tweaking them almost painfully, before beginning to pull himself back out from between the bound Shire's lips. The long and meaty pole slid inch by inch out of Ralph's throat, making sloppy sounds as it dragged itself across an unwilling tongue before the cop was forced to taste man juice on his tongue. The taste was...not as horrible as Ralph silently cursed it to be but he wasn't enjoying this and that made the stuff in his mouth as nasty as six year old boot leather.

The unnamed Shire grunted as he thumped his hips forward making his balls swing up against his pole while tossing his head back and letting his uncropped mane dance in the air. His entire body looked majestic as it danced in the moonlight above Ralph's face and in an odd way he was much sexier than the tied up stallion as the other Shire seemed to just exclude sensuality and control out of his very pores. Grunting and snapping his head down at his double the unnamed stallion smirked and winked at Ralph making the cop seethe before coughing as twenty plus inches of cock were jammed back into the sheath of his esophagus.

Behind him the wolf was slowly maneuvering more of the red toy into Ralph's ass. The large toy had to have been atleast as long as his own arm and almost a third of the width around but that didn't seem to factor into things as the Shire's hungry ass swallowed up the dildo as if it belonged there. The spines running across it would scrap across the tender tissue of Ralph's rectum and the stallion would whinny and jump a little but would soon before forced to settle down and take more as he had no place to go.

Hanging from the ceiling, three studs standing around him, two fucking him with various cock shaped instruments while another prattled on like he was holding a sermon Ralph didn't think he could feel as low and dejected as he did...that was until the man behind him said the one thing that got through to his soul.

"I know that you love every minute of this. I know this because not once has your cock gotten soft through any of this, not once has your tail lowered to cover you exposed balls and not once have you tried to break out of those handcuffs, which I assure you that you can do with your strength."

Ralph blinked as the stallion in front of him began to move his cock at a growing pace inside of his lips. Forward more and more the other Shire pressed himself until he had his groin flush against Ralph's nose making the cop breath in the sweaty scent of aroused stud. When his copy had him right where he wanted, Ralph's throat bulging with the obscenity of a too large cock stretching his inner tubing, the other grunted and then began to press hard down onto Ralph's head making Ralph grunt as he drunk in the scent of his doppelganger.

"After all this is what you want," Ralph tried to perk his ears and the man brought out a piece of paper and then read from it.

I want to be tied up and manhandled by bigger studs than me. I want them to take me and kidnap me and do things to me that I've never had done before. I promise not to try to get away even if I could. Though I would like it if I could get my hands free so I could grab the ass of the guy I want fucking my throat and swallow him down until my tongue can snake out to taste his balls. I even want them to beat me with a whip. Crack the thing over my ass until I can't sit for a week. I just want to be used like a mare, bred like a prized stud and then covered in cum until it sticks to my fur...

"You remember that Ralph? That was your secret back in junior high when you wrote this and sent it to be as a joke. This is what started Fantasy Abduction. You and your dirty...little...secret...." The man tipped his head back and laughed just as Ralph pulled one hand out of the no loose metal cuffs that he had thought were so secure.

Massive hands coming out the Shire flexed them and blinked down as he noticed that they weren't as numb as he would have thought before he noticed stillness at his front and back. Behind him the wolf had the toy he was using fully inside of the stallion up to the base Ralph could feel every spine inside of his sweaty ass as his tissue hugged at them gently. Up front the copy Shire was looking down at him with an unrecognizable look on his face as something between hesitation and lust bloomed together in his dark eyes.

Ralph looked at the cock in his lips, looked up at the other horse and then looked back down before he brought his hands up.

Wrapping them around the other the bound Shire grunted and snaked his tongue out from between his lips to dance his organ across the underside of his doppelganger's balls before grunting and starting to suck on the stallionmeat inside of his mouth.

Eyes watched him with perverse delight and then the night grew hot and heavy as sexual music was played out with a slightly unwilling cop and three studs that used and abused him all night long.

The stallion at his front fucked his face over the course of a solid hour, Ralph grunting and moaning as balls were tapped against the underside of his chin before he felt them pull up into their owner's body and then rich horse milk flooded his stomach. Copious amounts of fluids drenched Ralph's throat racing desperately down into his gullet while at the same time the wolf at his back was hammering the red dildo through his back passage with the same passion that the Shire at Ralph's front was using to thrust himself inside of the bound cop's muzzle.

The spines of the toy raked at the stallion's prostate with such force that it made the stud's cock seize up as an orgasm suddenly overcame the Shire taking him over the edge. Cum blasted out across the ground with such force that it looked like someone was pressure washing the floor as Ralph came in a torrent of musky seed.

It took several minutes before things calmed down and once they did the two studs pulled themselves away from the bound cop and let their instruments point down at the ground, one dripping like a leaky faucet, before the man manipulating all of this came around and stroked across Ralph's mane.

"I know you didn't like that Ralph. I know you hated it. You can't stand to be in a position of powerlessness now that you're all grown up but I promise to take you back to that time when you wanted to be a mare. I promise to make you enjoy each and every minute of this until there's nothing left of you but a quivering mess of cum soaked stallion meat." The man leaned down and whispered into Ralph's ears. "How do you like that?"

Ralph turned his head, cum dripping from between his lips and then said with a gurgle-like noise masking his words,

"Go fuck yourself."

To say that his words were met with amusement from the man orchestrating this entire thing would be an understatement. Ralph's former junior high friend threw his head back and convulsed with laughter loud enough to make the Shire grunt and sneer in vexation. Cum dripping from his lips, Ralph licked his lips to taste some of his doppelganger's seed and then squeezed the other's taunt ass cheeks before realizing what he was doing.

It wasn't so much that he had enjoyed what was happening to him, he definitely wasn't with that oversized dildo shoved between his anus making him feel uncomfortably full, but at the same time a part of him couldn't deny that he was turned on. Hanging from the ceiling by strong ties of rope across his neck and legs like some kind of weird art exhibit, face coated in stallion sexual fluids, and his tailhole gaping wide as the wolf pulled the dildo back out of him Ralph could say he never felt so ashamed of himself in his life.

Yet, his cock had never been harder as he dripped cum onto the floor in slow drops as the last of his stallion juice finished racing up out his balls. Said testicles were throbbing almost painfully from where they were held inside of the stockade that had been tied between his legs and whipped ass. Tail standing at half-mast and sweat slowly coating his tough hide the Shire cop was the picture of debased sexuality and a small part of him was waiting to see what more would come.

"Well, I figured you say that," Ralph's old friend spoke once he could compose himself. Lowering his head he patted the bound horse onto his sore rump making Ralph hiss when a particularly raw patch of his whipped posterior got caressed. "That's why I'm going to leave you here for a while and think over just how much you've enjoyed yourself."

Ralph snorted as he gripped his fingers into his copy's rear making the other grunt and flex his cock, a small jet of leftover cum hit Ralph right in the eye for his troubles.

"After all, since you're going to be the main star of your new role in the porn industry I think you should have enough time to get used to how you'll be spending the rest of your days."

"What?!" A broad hand cuffed him of the ears making Ralph look up to see the other Shire grin down at him tauntingly before the other reached for something behind his back.

"You don't think I'm going to just let you go, do you?" Ralph was about to bite out a particularly nasty retort when his cum stained lips got snatched up and an apple sized red ball was shoved between his maw.

The Shire in front of him strapped several ties back around Ralph's head and secured the gag before grabbing the stallion cop's hand and bending away from him behind Ralph's back. Ralph let out a muffled yell as his arms were forced back into the wrist cuffs that they had been in before but this time a lock was placed on them. Securing the prisoner the doppelganger patted the pissed of Shire's head, almost like he was a pet, before clomping away from Ralph.

The stallion struggled as he flailed around completely unaware that the wolf had just finished pulling the dildo out of him and was now surveying his loose rectum.

"I can't just let the guys I kidnap go straight home to tell about what goes on when they're here. If I did that then even your brothers and sisters in uniform would put two and two together and possible catch me." The man tsked while shaking his head in afterthought. "No. So what I do is I make several copies of their premier performances, sell them to perspective clients and then sell them off on the black market."

You sick fuck, Ralph scowled as he turned to look back at the guy.

"Hey, don't blame me. Personally I'd rather just drop them off in another country somewhere with a bus ticket and let them figure out a way back home, but with this economy even creeps like me have to struggle nowadays. And you'd really be surprised about the slave market that goes on underground."

The wolf sniffed Ralph's tailhole twice before nodding and pulling himself away, he couldn't smell any blood so that meant that the spines on the dildo hadn't caused any unnecessary damage to the Shire. Walking over and setting the large tool down he patted the tiger who hadn't gotten a chance at the horse's ass yet reassuringly as the feline grunted in annoyance.

"I mean, some of the bathhouses overseas will pay a lot for the right kind of guy that meets their needs. I figure that in about another couple of weeks I'll be able to find someone to take in a nice stallion like yourself for keeps. Of course by then, you'll either be begging me to let one of my staff keep you until then...or...I'll need to get a specially made bridle so you'll be more manageable in the future. Either way, win-win." And with that the man pulled out a small syringe and wet piece of cloth.

Walking over to Ralph the Shire had enough time to mentally process that something warm and wet was wiping at his left ass cheeks before a sudden pinch made him jump forward before hands caught him. A sharp wave of dizziness followed him as whatever he had been shot with went to work and the last thing the horse cop knew was that he could swear he heard someone say,

"...turn him over..."

But he wasn't sure since his eyes dropped closed as he passed cleanly out.

When Ralph next awoke he knew it had been several hours since his previous encounter, he knew this because from where he was hanging he could see the first edges of dawn peeking over the mountains. Groaning and turning his head away to blink his very heavy eyelids the Shire cursed as he found himself still hanging from the ground, but this time in a whole new position.

Instead of being tied up from the ceiling like he had been Ralph was tied spread eagle out across the room at just the right angle so that his entire front was laid out for everyone to see. Looking down the stallion saw that his cock was erect once more, something that annoyed him more than anything else since he could feel the tingles of excitement running up and down his spine at being so thoroughly humiliated. He was most assuredly going to go to counseling after this because something had to be wrong upstairs for him to actually get off being this way.

Snorting and shaking his head Ralph turned away from his cock and looked to find that his wrists had been cuffed in brown leather while thick nylon or maybe silk ties were strung through holes on his manacles. Trying to tug at them Ralph found that he had been secured perfectly as he could barely get more than an inch in leverage before strain on his arm forced him to relax.

So the ass didn't leave me any chance to get free this time, the horse cop chuckled darkly as he realized that his first opportunity to get free had been taken from him. And by the look of things he was going to have to work to get another chance to escape.

Lowering his ears to the sides of his head Ralph surveyed more of himself and noted other things that were different this time around.

Firstly, not only were his arms restrained against the walls but his legs as well. Though that wasn't as bad as the fact that he had a spreader bar between clamped between his thighs leaving his balls to drop down between his legs like ripe pieces of lemons from a tree. This had the dual effect of covering the Shire's naked tailhole and taint from the world but it left a nasty draft on his sex organs from the breeze coming in from the barred window.

Slashing his tail through the air Ralph found that he could move his back appendage freely meaning that the ring that had been tied back there had been removed. Letting his eyes move around more Ralph blinked as he realized that someone had put him a leather harness, one of those with the wide metal ring and straps that went around the back and front of one's body. The dark brown color matched those of his wrist cuffs and Ralph bit down on the apple sized ball gag still in his muzzle, he had been trying to work it with his tongue to get it from between his lips but it was fastened to securely.

Shaking his head the Shire refused to admit that he looked kind of good with all of the leather apparel that had been wrapped around his muscular frame. While he might have had some bisexual thoughts and happenings in school he was a happily married man and there was no way a straight guy should be enjoying having himself dressed up like some kind of hooker in the red light district. Biceps and triceps flexing Ralph grunted and tried to wiggle around to test the strength of the ropes that were holding his but found that he only succeeded in wearing himself into exhaustion for his efforts.

Worse was that as the chill morning wind blew in from outside the light of the sun shown in revealing that the big stallion's nipples were getting rock hard from exertion. The horse cop shivered as he felt his nuts draw up into his body for warmth while the flare of his cock flexed and spread wide as a droplet of pre welled up from his tip.

Memories of before breakfast runs through the neighborhood taunted Ralph as he recalled the excitement he felt every time he jogged in the winter in a pair of loose fitting track pants and let the cold air hit him in between the legs. He always swore that it was his natural heritage coming out as a stud stallion and that exerting physical energy in the morning was a good was to keep the blood pumping and bones limber.

Now he wasn't so sure.

The sound of a door opening made Ralph turn to see a section of the wall that he hadn't noticed before sliding open. While he hadn't been able to see it last night Ralph gazed as the rocks were pushed open and then entered three forms. All very much familiar and very much despised by Ralph.

"Good morning stud, how are you today?" Ralph's former school buddy, who was in actuality a much smaller white and black pony in a dress suit, cheerfully asked.

The one fingered salute was his answer as Ralph was ever so happy that his hands weren't completely incased today so he could show the other just how pleased he was to see him. The pony chuckled before nodding to the lookalike Shire that had banged Ralph's throat hours ago. The other stallion came over with a saddle in his hands and stepped up so that he was in between the lower gap of Ralph's legs before putting the leather rider on the cop horse.

Ralph had to do a double take as he watched his doppelganger strap him down with the saddle across his front instead of his back. While it wasn't a problem for the other to do it was the fact that there was a large hole in the lower end of the thing that made it so peculiar. The unbound Shire grabbed Ralph's half hard cock, giving it a affectionate squeeze to tease him and groped his balls when Ralph sneered through his gag to show who was the dominant one between them, before fitting the head of the cop's cock into the opening.

Once he was done the other horse stood back next his boss and the tiger that had come in with him to marvel at the spectacle in front of them in excited anticipation.

Greedy eyes looked at Ralph like he was a delicacy and from the way he was basked in the warm glow of the golden sunlight he looked like the picture of ecstasy and pure masculinity wrapped up all in one.

"I think you look good like that Ralph." The Shire's hard eyes told him where he could shove his approval making the pony snort with mirth. "But of course know you won't agree so moving, today I have come to bring you some good news. And no I'm not letting you go so you can try to bodily dismember me." Ralph's hope plunged as he leaned back in his bonds.

"Heh, no today I've come to tell you that I've found a buyer for you. He's a rich aristocrat that breeds horses and wants to add you to his collected herd." There was an unspoken line in the pony's words that made Ralph shiver in apprehension. "Don't worry; I don't sell any of my guys to any weirdoes. This guy is nothing but class and has been breeding stud horses like you for years. Really well off to so I made a bundle when I showed him your show last night by webcam. He nearly blew my phone up with questions about you." The pony nodded to the tiger next to him.

The bigger male walked over to Ralph then stood behind the Shire so that he could fiddle with the ties of the bridle wrapped around the cop's head. When he pulled out the too large gag from between the stallion's mouth Ralph wasted no time licking his lips and swallowing in air while working his jaws. It was going to be a bitch to chew for the next couple of days and without thinking about it Ralph's stomach grumbled loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Oops, almost forgot that I hadn't fed you anything except your liquid dinner last night that's to R here." The pony patted Ralph's lookalike on the shoulder and watched as the large horse puffed up with approval and flexed himself for the smaller horse.

"I'm guessing that you've brainwashed these guys to work for you?" Ralph grunted as he just now noticed that the only one in the room who was dressed any kind of way appropriately was his old friend. Between him, his copy and the tiger, Ralph was the only one who had any kind of covering across his body. The other two were just bare assed naked and didn't seem to have any problem with it in the slightest.

"Nope. No brainwashing or anything. I just found this guy here," The pony waved to the acclaimed 'R', "across from where you and I went to school some years ago. Can you believe that he just turned twenty-three a week ago? I mean wow; back when I found him he was working out of some club downtown to pay off rent for a little hole in the wall apartment while trying to work off an addiction and going to school at the time." The other Shire snorted at the words and rubbed his arms. Ralph saw a look he had seen from former junkies before and pitied the poor bastard.

"He was trying to get off something, meth maybe, not sure, but anyway I offered him a deal that if he came to work for me I would give him something better than what he was on. Don't give me that look," The point rolled his eyes as Ralph looked at him accusingly. "I don't do drugs and neither is he. What I gave him was a purpose and satisfaction and little bit of company."

"So you're a wannabe cult leader? Impressive." Ralph snorted.

"Wrong again. I never force R here to do anything he doesn't want to and I'm completely honest about what I do here. He and T next to you work for me under the guidelines that they are free to walk away and even report me to the police if they feel that I've stepped over a line."

"You kidnap people and force them to undergo humiliating sexual acts! What more is it going to take to cross this 'so called' line?" Ralph was livid and struggled in his bonds but a swift slap on the back of the head from T, the tiger.

"When I kill someone." The pony said with a deathly silence that made Ralph immediately calm down and look into the other horse's eyes. "You may think I'm a monster but I've known real monsters in this business. I've seen snuff films up close and personal and had my share with close calls." The pony lifted his arm and showed Ralph the ghastly sight of several deep cut marks on his black and white arm before covering it.

"I decided some time ago that between this and what I could be doing, to make a lot more money by the way, this was the lesser of two evils on my consciousness. I find guys who are likely candidates for my website, I fulfill desires of other people, make a shitload of money doing it, and get a chance to do some good by giving each of those I take a chance to lead a new life."

"Ain't you just the model messiah?" Ralph spat. "So I suppose you're going to tell me that all of the guys you took are happy somewhere being someone else's sex slave?"

"Actually, yes they are." The pony said with complete sincerity.

"WHAT!?"

"Do you really think that I just pick guys up off of the street at random? I mean there are some hundred million people in this country. I have to be selective about who I take. Not just anyone would do. I carefully screen out the ones that would be purely resistant to being taken for this kind of life and only choose the ones that have the right qualifications."

"What are you running a temp service?"

"No," The pony chuckled and grinned. "I find guys like you who secretly want to be humiliated and dominated and put them with someone that cam make their secret wishes come true. And don't start shouting, last night you enjoyed yourself so much that you didn't even try to get away from R while he was fucking you in the muzzle." Ralph blushed and turned away trying really hard to forget that fact, especially when his copy came over and started to stroke him over the face.

Fury bubbled in his gut but before he could snap at the other the unbound Shire reached down and gripped his cock making Ralph moan throatily as he was slowly pumped by an expert hand.

"See what I mean? It might be physical on the outside but inside you love having someone handle you so openly and wouldn't mind serving so guy for the rest of your days as long as he humiliated you and tied you up."

"N...no..."

"Well I could debate about this longer but I prefer to move along and so, I'm going to tell you something very important. Please pay attention." The hand on his cock stopped moving but didn't move away, not even when several pearls of clear sap rolled out and down said hand.

"You're buyer is coming in here in a couple of hours and he'll be taking over responsibility for you. I've told him that you weren't ready but he made it clear to me that you were and would handle you if you stepped out-of-line while with him. And believe me, this guy is more of a monster than you when it comes to height, muscles and temperament so I trust him implicitly."

Ralph just grunted and looked at the pony before something dark covered his face. The cop horse tried to swing his head around to get whatever was on him off but a firm pair of hands grabbed him and held him steady as locks were set into place.

"Now then, you're buyer, who doesn't want you to see him only hear him when he comes in to pick you up, has given me some very specific orders on how you are to be handled." The pony stopped a minute to watch the face mask being put onto Ralph and nodded as certain important thoughts were check marked off in his head.

"He wants you bound but in such a way that he can see your entire body and be able to lay hands on you any place he likes. He wants your body cleaned off, which I made sure was done both inside and out while you were asleep, that's why you aren't itching from sweat soaked fur, and he wants you gag so you can't speak."

The pony brought a super deluxe sized red ball gag out from behind him and tossed it over to Ralph's lookalike. The tiger known as 'T' pried open the bound Shire's lips just as Ralph tried to clench his muzzle shut and let 'R' jam the ball in between Ralph's lips so much that the other horse was forced to drool over it as it expanded his mouth to the max. It looked both erotic as well as disconcerting as Ralph saliva coated the red sphere making it shine in the sunlight as Ralph bite on it to try and make the thing pop out of his maw. Not with any success though since the rubber material gave just enough for the stallion to close his mouth about half way before Ralph felt extreme pressure on the sides of his jaws.

Opening his mouth to relieve some of the ache starting to build the Shire grunted when too tight straps were tethered across the back of his head forcing him to lean back somewhat.

With that done both 'T' and 'R' stepped away from Ralph so that they could return to their employer's side like obedient hounds. A firm set of pats on the rump were their rewards just as the pony continued speaking. "So with that now taken care of I'm going to leave you here and prepare some breakfast for your trip while you get used to your new gear. And please believe me when I say, I don't think this is going to be the worst thing you're going to have to wear in the future. Though it makes you look good as hell!"

With that the pony turned and walked out of the room followed by his hired studs. Ralph heard the door open and then click shut before all was silent.

The minutes ticked by for Ralph as his mind went over everything that had happened to him and what he had been told.

First, he had been kidnapped, stripped naked, hung up like a Christmas decoration and then spanked like a naughty colt. Adding insult to injury the Shire had been humiliated by having his throat and ass fucked by two large and impressive males, one being a lookalike with a cock long enough to choke the cop horse while the other had used a dildo about the length of his arm to spread his anal tube open with, while being told that he could have tried to escape at anytime because his arms hadn't been as restrained as he thought. Worse the stallion had been reminded of his previous existence as a bisexual stud-mare back in school by his old friend, said friend being the one who had kidnapped him and setup the entire experience, and worse off all he had gotten into it at the end of the previous night.

He had taken his arms, curled them around his doppelganger and pulled the other's crotch into his face so that he could he hammered as deeply as possible. Once that was through the other stud horse had filled his stomach with his stallion cream then pulled out to wipe his cock off across Ralph's face. Back behind him his rectum had been forced open so much and pounded so good that his cock had sprayed a load onto the floor underneath him making his shame complete, but not before Ralph had licked his lips to taste the cum oozing out from between his lips.

Now here he hung, a few hours later, body stretched, halfway naked save the embarrassing getup he was dressed in, cock hard and heavy while darkness covered his face and the one thing that was on his mind was,

Why in the hell am I so turned on by this bullshit!

That made the Shire struggle intensely, not even minding as sweat began to build back up on his body and coat his fine tanned hide. He grunted and snorted, kicked and all out made a mockery of his former police and military life as humiliation and lust burned inside of his veins.

When the door to his prison opened again Ralph flicked his ears and listened as someone clopped into the room and then same over to him. Heavy breathing flooded his ears as someone stepped up to him and sniffing the air Ralph sneezed as he caught the scent of male musk and heavy body odor crashed into his nostrils. The guy must have ran all the way here because he smelled like someone who had come from a gym and it burned into the back of Ralph's mind to try and find a way to take just a peek at the bastard in front of him.

His wishes weren't answered this time because the blinder stayed on his face and the gag securely in his mouth, however, a firm hand did touch down across his face and neck. Thick fingers stroked him leisurely as the unknown man took careful stock of the stallion's features, going even so far to use both hands to map out Ralph's entire form. Over the cop's chest and torso the fingers traveled, down the muscles of his thighs and legs and then moving down and around the plains of the Shire's back and rump. All the while passing up the stallion's cock as if it were an unnoticeable thing despite the fact that it was still hard and dribbling down the sides.

A heavy snout announced the end of the proceedings as a quiet whinny went off on Ralph's ears making him lower then and then shudder in...in...

"So beautiful. You will be perfect for my herd." The voice whispered and then there was silence again.

Ralph's heart beat into his ears like a tribal war drum, growing louder and louder the more the quiet between him and the other stretched on. He knew what the other was but not who and that only served to make the Shire's nerves go all to hell.

Trying to struggle to see what would happen Ralph gasped when a large hand gripped his nuts then gripped down on them hard enough to make it hurt.

No reprimand was needed after that as Ralph calmed himself down and remained hanging in place. The hand stayed where it was though released some of the pressure that had made Ralph want to puke. A reassuring pat later and a door was opening again,

"Oh, I see that you found your way here after all?" Ralph listened as his pony captor spoke to the new male.

"Yes, I could smell him from where you had hi brought in last night."

"That's...surprising..."

"A herd leader always knows where his followers are, even when they're not in sight."

"Rrrrright...so anyway shall I feed him for you or would you like to take care of that?"

"He'll eat soon. For now I want him moved to the carrier I brought and a blanket placed over him once that's done."

"Yes sir,"

Movement started up around him but Ralph had little time to notice as he was stung once again and fatigue drowned him in a deeper plane of darkness.

When the stallion would wake up next he would find himself hanging over the top of a bed in a room filled with black satin and white drapes. His body would be suspended with his legs bound to his arms and his rump laid out for the world to see. A black rub gag would be in his mouth, a little bigger than the cherry red one he had now, strings of drool would be caked on the sides of his face while his tail would be pointed limply onto the mattress underneath him. His face would be uncovered and when his eyes would focus Ralph would see his new master and gasp at the sight of the towering figure that was too great and grandiose to even be real.

The male would clomp over to him in wearing a suit fit for a master of torture and pleasure with his hands clasping a large paddle to wide for even his hand to wrap around. Then the other would smile deviously at the former cop turned slave and grab the chains holding him to the ceiling to expose Ralph's ass, snort and sniff over the well oiled fur and hide then begin the training for his new stud steed.

Loud cracks of wood onto flesh would be the sounds that permeated inside the room followed by muted cries from the Shire as he was broken down little by little by a trained hand that would give him the humiliation he had so longer for. Thoughts of his previous life, his wife, job and friends would fade into a bitter memory as Ralph became another stallion for a greater herd master that would take care of him for the rest of his days. With his cock standing hard and heavy between his body while weeping tears of clear precum onto his stomach Ralph grunt and snort and then cum harder and longer than he had just the night before as he was beaten again and again by his new master.

But that wouldn't be for hours later. Right now all the Shire knew was that he was feeling both vengeful and horny and really wanted something to make his belly shut up.

They say ignorance is bliss after all, but in this case it was be a fleeting thing as the countdown for Ralph's sanity began and the road of madness opened its gates to the unknowing stallion.