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Alex's life would never be the same. It could never return to what it had been before he had started cheating on his wife. No matter how hard he tried to apologize to her for his indiscretion she turned a deaf ear to him. Lori ignored him at all turns even when he tried to do something nice for her. His life had strangely started to mirror that of their dogs. He was tolerated, fed, and shown affection when he obeyed the set of rules his wife had set down. His wife and Michael. The man had become a part of their lives and acted as if he belonged there. He was in a station that rightfully belonged to Alex! It made the man's stomach clench in humiliated anger as each day followed the same pattern.

He would spend the night sleeping at either the foot of the bed or, if his wife was entertaining her lover, in an oversized dog bed. His attempts to reclaim his side of the bed were met with the same punishment. Humiliation. Either by talking down to him or simply reminding him of the night he had spent beneath their dog. When he woke up his wife allowed him to follow her as she went down to breakfast and gave him his own in a newly bought dog bowl. She spoke to him just like the rest of the dogs and if he tried to sit at the table he'd be punished again. The only time she acknowledged him was when he was obeying her nebulous set of rules.

Alex only found normalcy when it came time for him to go to work. Then he was allowed to wear clothing and leave the house to blissfully be treated as a human. Although, even that normalcy was tainted by Lori's punishments. All through the work day he was aware of the pale pink panties he wore beneath his slacks and the teddy that clung to his upper body was hidden by his dark shirts. Even at work he never forgot and always felt afraid that someone would find out what he was wearing beneath his work uniform. What could he possibly say to try and explain that?

When he arrived home he was promptly told to strip and then came a humiliatingly pleasuring experience. His wife would shower him as if he were one of the dogs. It was embarrassing, but the gentle feel of her fingers cleaning him was erotic in a way he couldn't even begin to describe. Despite the fact she always mocked him when he was hard and firm by the end of it, she also allowed him release if he'd behaved that day. He had never known simply being allowed to orgasm could make him strive to behave. That it could be something that could taken away from him at will. Day by day he slipped more under Lori's control until the humiliation and sting of resentment started to fade away.

As the weeks passed he started to obey simply because that was the pattern of his life. He was rewarded when he obeyed and behaved. He was praised and touched when he tried to please her. If he was viewed as another one of the family dogs, he couldn't quite care because he was able to feel Lori's loving touch. The only time he felt that humiliation rise had been the day he'd been allowed to clean her up after she had been taken by Michael. It had been degrading to be used that way, to allow himself to lick along her soft used folds and taste the wetness clinging to his tongue. He'd still done it. It was the first time since he had cheated on her that she had allowed him to touch her this much. How far had he fallen?

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"I hope he's ready for this..." Lori's voice held a worried edge as she glanced back at Alex. He watched her intently from his position in the back seat.

"He is, he's been trying to please you more and more lately, hasn't he?" Michael's voice still grated on him, but he tolerated it. The man was driving the car down a long country road with his wife in the passenger seat.

"I suppose..." Lori's eyes flicked back towards him again with concern lingering on her face before going back to the road.

Alex didn't know where he was going. He had come home from work and been told to go get into the back seat of his car and wait. He'd been confused and disoriented by the change of tactics, but he'd gone. When his wife and her lover had come out he'd been feeling more and more anxious. He didn't like the change in routine, he didn't like it at all. He also didn't like the fact that Michael came out carrying a duffle bag over his shoulder that seemed suspiciously heavy. Even as they drove along a winding road that was little more than a single lane with gravel thrown down he felt himself still tense. They had something planned, he didn't know what, but they had something planned.

"Alex." His head jerked up at his name. He winced as he immediately stared at his wife. How had he come this far? He wasn't a dog, he was a man. "I want you to behave. We're going to meet some friends at their farm and you're going to be a good boy understand?"

"I.." He trailed off as her eyes narrowed slightly and he swallowed his protest. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy." She moved her hand back and her fingers stroked along the top of his head. To his shame felt a thrill at the simple touch and leaned into it.

The car pulled up to what looked like a farm that had come on hard times. The barn was unpainted and slightly worn looking. The fences around most of the fields were down with one large field in slightly good repair. The outbuildings looked newer and in better order, but they were smaller then he would have expected. His eyes took everything in from the old white house to the fact three cars were parked neatly in front of it. What the hell did Lori want to do at a farm? She'd never been a country girl and had never shown any interest in going to one in the past. The car pulled neatly next to one of the parked vehicles as he noticed people were loosely gathered at the front porch.

The door clicked open and Lori leaned in with a grin on her face. He tried to lean back, but it was too late. An all too familiar collar wrapped around his throat with a clattering of silver buckles. He moved his hand up to try adjust it before she struck out with the heavy leather end of the leash. The light slap of leather over the back of his hand made him drop it again before she pulled at the lead. She wasn't going to lead him out in front of people like this?! His cheeks started to burn as he stood up and kept his eyes lowered so he couldn't see the people sitting on the front porch and standing in the yard.

"Lori! You're late!" A female voice called off and he winced as the lead was tugged so he walked near his wife's left side. To his humiliation he could feel Michael's hand give a taunting smack against his left ass cheek.

"She was worried he wasn't ready." Michael's voice was rich with amusement. "He's come a long way though. Did you get the room free for us?"

"Well Lori said she wanted Jester, so we opened up one of the small sheds for you. The one down over the hill attached to the main barn." He lifted his eyes to see a short busty woman approaching them. She didn't even look at the leash and collar. What the hell was wrong with her?

"That's perfect." Lori gave the leash a tug and grinned. "Are you coming down to watch?"

"Wouldn't miss it! We haven't had a virgin on the farm in an age, that's why the others showed up. It's always fun seeing them." The woman tilted her head as her eyes moved in a lingering manner over his clothed body.

"Now wait just a minute! I'm not a virgin! I didn't agree to any of this!" The words left his mouth before he had a chance to stop them. His cheeks burned red as the short woman walked up and had the audacity to tickle him beneath his chin.

"Oh honey, you're a virgin to Jester. That boy makes even the fillies wince." The grin was slightly malicious and he felt his stomach turn over as the leash was tugged.

Alex stumbled forward as he was turned towards the ramshackle barn and the small shed that was attached to one side. Fillies? Jester? What the hell sort of farm was this? He stumbled slightly only to feel his wife pulling a bit more firmly on the leash. He twisted his head back as he saw some of the people at the front of the farm house following behind at a leisurely pace. The closer they got to the shed, the sharper the scents of the strange musks grew. He knew dimly how cows and horses smelled, but he'd never really been around a farm, but he knew that scent well enough. He also knew that most sheds didn't look as well built as this one.

"This is a special farm, Alex." Lori's voice was almost soothing as she stopped at the door. "I've wanted to show you off for weeks now, but you'll have to behave if you want to show well."

"I don't want to show at all!" He protested as her hand moved to tug lightly at the edge of his shirt. It pulled the material up until he felt the pale pink teddy being exposed. "Please, Lori..."

"You wanted to show enough when you were with that little tramp of yours." His wife's voice hardened as she gave another jerk. "You know you don't deserve these. Off with them and then into the shed."

"Please...." He almost whimpered the words as he looked back at the people that had come even closer. There were six of them and they all seemed to show the same interest that Michael was showing looking at him.

"I can help him. You know he'll do just about anything for me." Michael's voice was soft and suggestive. That tone that normally came before Alex found his mouth full of something he did NOT want.

With a mental curse and moved to start to pull off his shirt. He tried to keep his back to those who were watching him and unbuttoned the front before sliding it off. The pink material hugged against his body and he knew that it looked ridiculous on him. He wanted to crawl away into the bushes and hide. He could almost feel them staring at his back as he moved his hands down to his hips. With a deep breath he unbuckled the pants and pushed them down along his legs. He bent over slightly and showed the curve of his ass. The sound of a sharp wolf whistle made the flush burn hotter against his cheeks. He knew they could see the bright pink panties. The lacy edges that clung against his upper thighs. And worse, the swell of his orbs contained in the lace.

He barely had time to stand up before he found his collar gripped by Michael who had pulled out something that looked like a bridle. He saw straps and a rubber bit as well as a pair of blinders. He tried to jerk his head back, but the finger that was hooked into his collar forced him to hold still. He twisted his head to one side as the leather contraption slid up and over his head. The metal buckles were cold against his cheeks as the straps were laid over his forehead and trailed down to the rubber bit that bumped against his lips. He moved a hand up, only to feel Lori grip his wrist and force it back down again.

"Tighten it up. He'll try to throw it off if its too lose." One of the voices behind him called out advice making him swallow a groan. Why was this happening to him?

The straps were pulled down snugly so that they fit securely. It was almost to the point that it was pinching against his cheeks. Michael's fingers slipped up to grip either side of his cheeks and started to pinch down. The inside of his cheeks dug in against his teeth painfully hard until he spread his lips with a sharp cry. The rubber bit slid over his tongue and teeth before he had a chance to push it out again. When he closed his mouth he bit into the soft foul tasting rubber as the last strap was put in place. He blinked rapidly as he looked forward, his vision completely hampered by the fact the blinders had taken away his side view entirely.

The reins were left dangling against his chest as the hand moved down and gave his rump a firm slap. He let out a muffled burst of indignation before Lori gripped the reins and gave him a tug forward. His entire head moved as she pulled against them and he stepped forward with his cheeks darkening even more. He was blessedly being led forward towards the shed. No matter what was in there, he'd at least be out of sight of the people who seemed to be enjoying watching him treated like an animal. He allowed himself to be pulled through the door way as the shed door opened and into a slightly darkened area.

The first shock was that Michael hadn't followed his lover into the room. He had to turn his head all the way around to see that the man was no where in sight. Just the door shut behind him and his wife holding his reins. The second shock was the fact the straw strewn room was empty save for a strange bench like structure and a thick maned pony that stood chewing wisps of hay in the corner. The dark bay head was lifted up and stared at them with mild brown eyes as he was pulled in a bit further. What the hell? The sharp scent of horse was in the air and he glanced around to find out that the shed wasn't entirely normal.

One wall was sectioned off into a massive mirror that gave him a full glance of his body clothed in the skimpy lingerie. It also let him look at the bridle wrapped on his head and the bit that forced his lips to be held slightly apart. His eyes were wide in his reflection, but he didn't have long to look at it. Instead the reins were tugged as he was pulled towards the bench. It was padded leather and held stirrups on either side towards one end, and a bar on the other. The stand was angled slightly upwards rather than completely flat like a weight bench might be. He couldn't figure out what it was as he was pulled towards the end with the stirrups.

"There's a good fellow, good boy...hop up now.." Lori's hand patted the bench lightly. "Be a good fellow."

Alex shifted the bit against his tongue as he tried to answer her. Her hands tugged suddenly down against the reins. It was sharp and hard enough that his head was drawn downwards along with his upper body. The bit pulled against his jaw as he struggled against it and tried to stop the motion. Lori was surprisingly strong as his chest was soon pushed down against the padded leather and the ends of the reins tied beneath the bench. He jerked his head up, but it barely rose an inch before it was back down in place again. His stomach and hips were pushed up at an almost painful angle as his toe tips barely brushed against the ground.

Lori's hands moved down and suddenly he felt a strap being pulled over the curve of his back and buckled down to the point that he could barely stir against it. His breath came out a bit raggedly while her hands moved down to run along the silk that covered his back. Her gentle touch lingered along the curve of his spine and trailed all the way down to the top of his panties. The fingers teased there for a moment making him tremble. The touch of her hands was always savored, it made him remember other times, other moments when he hadn't been little more then her pet. Now it was something he earned on a daily basis.

The fingers caught right above the top of his panties and pulled them downwards. He could feel the slightly cooler air against his bared ass cheeks. Her fingers ran lightly over them before she gave a sudden yank that peeled the panties all the way off of him. His cheeks reddened and he turned his head to one side as his wife pulled his legs up to set his feet into the stirrups. It naturally spread his legs so that he felt uncomfortably exposed. As he turned his head towards the mirror he could see himself laid out flat on the bench, the way his ass was exposed and worse his own reddened face. He could see something else as well.

"MMMRPH!!!" He tried to get words past the hated bit that pressed down against his tongue, but it only succeeded in drawing his wife's attention to him.

"Nervous about our audience? Don't worry, they just want to see how this turns out." He watched in the mirror as her fingers teased against the curve of his ass. "Now, we can't have your outfit incomplete."

Alex wanted to ask what she meant by incomplete. He wanted to know what the hell people were doing watching this happen to him. His attention was drawn away from his wife as he saw the bay pony watching him. The creature had moved from its corner and was staring at him with bright brown eyes from just a few feet away. As he lifted his head as much as the bridle would allow he watched it stretch its neck out to snuffle towards him. The soft velvety lips peel back a little bit and the broad nostrils spread open as if it were drawing in his scent. The distraction allowed him to miss what was going on behind him. He only became aware of it when something snapped against his upturned ass.

He let out a rough call of shock as something spread out over his backside in a sharp snapping blow. He squirmed and jerked his head away from the pony in front of him to see his wife holding something long in her hand. It was silky and full, exactly like a pony's tail as the tips of it played against his bared ass cheeks. Even as he watched she snapped her hand out and he felt the edges of the tail hit his flesh again. He drew in a shuddering breath and arched his back up against the bench before the tips went back to lightly tickling over his reddened skin. He squirmed a bit more before the tail struck down again and the tips snapped out against his bare skin. His eyes snapped open wider as he flinched away from it.

"I see you've met your new friend." He winced slightly as he felt the long strands sliding along his legs. "You're going to be entertaining him this evening."

"Ah donf wan' 'o" He tried to enunciate the words around the bit, only to feel the tail sliding along the crease of his rump. He looked back towards the pony to find the black maned head closer and snuffling curiously at him.

"You'll be a good little filly, won't you?" Lori's fingers trailed against his waist and towards the strap that held him down. "If you're a very good little filly, maybe I'll let you help me and Michael later hmm? We're going to video this to take home with us for.. later"

His cheeks burned red at that comment and insinuation that the video of what was going to happen would be used for their own personal porn. The soft muzzle bumped against his bridled head and rubbed downwards towards his silk covered shoulder. The gentle brush of the velvety nose was followed with a hot rush of air that blasted against his partially uncovered shoulder. His breath caught in his throat and he tried not to flinch away as he felt something being buckled into place along the small of his back. He tilted his head to towards the mirror miserably as he watched his wife fastening the glossy pony tail into place. It spilled down along his upper legs and reddened ass cheeks almost as if it belonged there. Her finger tips brushed down along the inside of her thighs.

The mirror didn't just reveal the pony tail, but the actual pony himself that was snuffling against his shoulder curiously. The compact bodied equine had comparatively short legs that were stockinged in bright black all the way to the polished hooves. His eyes glanced at the coloring briefly, what he truly concentrated on was the fact that he could see the heavy dark sheath beneath the belly. It wasn't hanging in a relaxed state, instead he could see the thickened glans spilling free from the opening and starting to drop down towards the ground. He looked away from the mirror to the equine's side as the soft muzzle started to work down along the curve of his spine. Each hot puff of breath blew the silk teddy against him.

Lori's fingers tugged and moved the faux-pony tail to one side of his hips so that her fingers trailed up to run along the curve of his ass cheeks. He swallowed slightly as the pony's nose dropped down so that he could feel the whuffling breath right against the base of the attached tail. The whiskers along the lips tickled him so that he squirmed and dug his teeth down harder against the bit. It was made all the worse by the fact he knew people were watching this. They were watching him bound and helpless while an animal snuffled at him. The fingers that brushed along his ass cheeks trailed upwards before spreading them apart. He tried to flex the muscles as a finger flickered right against his sensitive pucker.

He'd never enjoyed this sort of thing before he'd been caught cheating. He couldn't remember ever feeling a sudden fluttering of his heart and the excitement that made his muscles tense up. The finger that teased against his anal ring slipped away for a moment before returning covered in something slippery and watery. His back arched up as the cool liquid was worked over the outer edge Alex's passage before her finger started to put pressure against him. He drew in a breath before letting out a sharp cry as the slender finger started to wriggle and push its way inwards. His walls clenched down around the invading digit as he became aware that the fact his belly was pushed against the bench was growing increasingly more uncomfortable.

The swell of his shaft was starting to grow in reaction to the gentle movements that worked along the tender passage. He arched his back upwards as he felt a scrape of blunt teeth where the faux tail was attached to his ass. The sound of hooves clattered against the ground and he opened his eyes with a groan as he saw the bay pony throwing his head back. The mobile upper lip was peeling back as the chest worked to suck in deep breath before the head dropped down again. Alex's eyes were partially unfocused as the lubricated finger started to push in deeper and pull back again. He could feel himself responding as his breathing came out in a shuddering cry. The finger tips curled inside of him before pulling back out.

"You behave.." Lori's voice was full of laughter and he watched her push the bay head away from him.

The pony pranced back with a squeal. He was right in front of Alex so that he could see the mottled girth that was half hanging from the sheath. One hoof pawed restlessly at the ground, but it didn't try to approach again. Instead he felt more thick lubricate being emptied out along the crease of his rump. He let out a hiss at the cold wetness that was soon replaced by finger tips rubbing against him again. At first it was simply a repeat of before, but then he felt more then just one or two fingers. He twisted his head wildly to one side to try and see what she was doing as the joined fingers and thumb started to press against his opening. The ring stretched open slowly while he writhed beneath the strap holding him in place.

"Don't struggle. You'll appreciate this when Jester gets a hold of you." Lori's order was followed with a short slap against his ass cheek that made him jerk up.

He let out a muted whimper as the fingers started to rapidly spread him open wider. The walls strained to wrap around the digits as the joined fingers and thumb started to sink inwards. His walls protested while he breathed faster from his grip around the bit. He kept his eyes averted from the mirror and those watching as steadily she sank her fingers deeper. His eyes were locked on the pony stallion who pranced and snorted in front of him. Each step of the compact legs made the mottled girth swing back and forth as it hardened. The muscles contracting until he heard the meaty slap of the thickened tip up against the glossy brown chest.

Even the sight of something so large being displayed in front of him didn't distract him from the sense of being spread obscenely wide. The lubricant helped as the further he moved along the upper portion of the fingers. He started to grow closer to the rise of the knuckles while he let out a whimpering cry and bucked his hips. Not even the fact that he was pushed down against the bench stopped himself from growing hard. His cheeks burned in humiliation at his own inability to control himself as the stretched ring was pushed up against the ridge of Lori's knuckles. He shifted the bit against his tongue and gave his head a rapidly shake back and forth to try and tell her to stop.

One of her hands moved to press down against her rump cheek and curled down slightly as she gave a sudden push. His voice came out high pitched as the knuckles sank inwards with a lewd wet noise before his walls wrapped around them. The sensation of her fingers stroking deep inside of him made his jaws tense harder against the bit. She moved them in and out slowly as the overwhelming sensation of being filled had him closing his eyes. His hips jerked down against the bench trying to grind against it as he felt the precum wetting against his belly. The knuckles soon pulled back pulling his ring tightly out before they plunged in deeper again.

His pucker was given a moment to adjust as she pushed in deep enough that he was wrapped around her wrist. It was humiliating, it was painful, and worse it was arousing. His breath came out in harsh pants as the fingers rubbed down and teased against the rise of prostate so that his balls pulled up tight after a moment before they relaxed again. He balled his fingers up tightly as he gave a short push backwards. He almost lost himself in the sensation when blunt teeth suddenly nipped down right against the curve of his ass. He let out a sharp cry of protest as his eyes snapped open. He turned his head to find himself staring only a handful of inches away from a swaying mottled shaft as the pony had managed to sneak in closer again.

The teeth nipped again and he heard a sharp squeal before Lori's laughing voice answered. The fingers that were so deep inside of him started to pull backwards. His passage squeezed down tightly as the rise of the knuckles tugged outwards. They tugged and strained the sensitive flesh open wider and wider as he bucked down against the bench. His eyes were locked on the sight of the hanging equine cock. The heavy weight of the glans kept it hanging in an arch from the body. The glans itself was glistening as a syrupy drop of precum drooled out towards the ground. The moment it flexed upwards and slapped against the chest he felt a sudden pressure and the feel of the hand being pulled free of him. Alex spread his lips and let out a harsh cry in reaction as his body was left empty and feeling stretched.

"I don't think he's going to let me keep prepping you." Lori's voice was filled with amusement as her hand was replaced with an eager muzzle against his rump cheeks. "That's my good boy." A hand stroked along his hip as he felt his face pale. She couldn't expect him to take a pony, could she?!