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The Horse Slave

The horse shifted side to side, trying to get a little more comfortable in his bindings. His knees had already pushed the grass down against the earth, leaving little mud marks on them, and his lips were dry from the metal forcing them apart. That was balanced out by the heat coming off of his cheeks as another pair of passerby walked in front of him. They didn't even pause, only pointing for a moment and giggling before they walked on. They were not the first, and they wouldn't be the last.

With the little slack his reins had, Charlie looked down at himself. It was difficult to see much, due to the way that his master had positioned him against the post, but he could make out the bindings around his crotch. His sheath was capped off by a plastic dome, which was attached to a pair of rings that wrapped around his balls. Every time that someone stared at him, or giggled at the predicament that he'd found himself in, the horse felt the bindings stretch, pushed at from inside.

Just like now, for that matter. He groaned as his balls were tugged on, the rings pulling tighter around them and squeezing the orbs until the pain made his cock go back down. Panting around the gag in his mouth, the stallion whimpered softly.

He was used to the kinky things that his master liked. Chastity, bondage, even public play was not unfamiliar to him, but this was the first time that he'd been put through something like this. It made him blush, knowing that any moment someone else would walk down the paved path, come around the bend and see him like this. It made him blush, and it made the chastity cage hard again, drawing yet another whimper from his lips.

Grumbling under his breath, Charlie looked up again, turning his head from side to side. His master was somewhere in the park, he knew that much. Master Deshan wouldn't leave him alone, not completely. He would, however, stay out of sight to make the horse feel alone and exposed. So far, that was working all too well.

Charlie thought back to the morning when he'd woken up in the city park. There'd been a note tied to the post back then, but the wind had blown it away since then. It had been simple enough.

_Slave,

After seeing how well you handled yourself with the bulls - that is to say, poorly - I have decided that you need a little time to think. I'll be collecting you after sundown, but until then you will be like a statue in the park for people to admire. Or laugh at, I suppose. There will always be those that aren't turned on by our little antics._

You will not say anything, even if you can get the bridle out of your mouth, and you will not protest any fondlings of your body. Provided that you follow these instructions, I will remove the cage around your cock tonight and allow you some relief. Fail...well, I'm sure I don't have to tell you what will happen then, do I?

Sincerely,

Master Deshan

The stallion shook his head, only barely keeping himself from throwing his head back. He'd already done that once and nearly cracked a tooth from the bridle.

Admittedly, the punishment hadn't been as bad as he'd initially thought. Embarrassing, yes, but the master had been kind enough to place him in an open part of the park where anyone that wanted to do something with him would have had to do it where everyone else would see them. Charlie didn't know if that thought had scared away some of the walkers with tented pants or if they were just people that didn't want to fuck horses, but he was thankful for that protection at least. More than that, the sun was nearly down, and both his grumbling stomach and his overfull balls were looking forward to when his master would show up and release him.

Still, he couldn't help but be a little worried as the sun continued to go down and his master didn't show up. People were leaving the park, and he knew that there were people that used the park as their home during the night. If they showed up before his master did, then -

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

Charlie turned his head, but he couldn't see the source of the voice. He did hear footsteps, heavy ones walking along the grass behind him. The stallion's face, already burning, felt like it caught fire as a rough hand slapped his ass. The clap echoed for a second before fading, but the heat from the impact stuck around.

"And here I was thinking I'd need to buy a little entertainment for the night. Whatcha doing out here, mare?"

"Nph fa mmrr!"

"What the fuck are you saying, girl?"

"Nph fa marrrr!"

"Fuck it, don't really care what you're saying. Either speak English or shut up."

The rough fingers pressed under his tail, rubbing along the donut shape of his hole. Charlie whimpered softly, but the fingers pushed in regardless of his protests, shoving themselves inside of his hole. The two digits weren't lubed, but they didn't have to be. All the practice that his ass was put through on a daily basis had his hole more open than it needed to be, and he could hear his molester chuckling at how easily they slid in.

"Geez, you slut, you really know how to keep yourself ready. 'f I could still get hard, that'd be a pretty ass for fucking."

What little relief he got from that was followed by a great deal of confusion. If this guy couldn't get hard, then why -

"MMMMMPH!"

The stallion whimpered loudly as the fingers pressed down hard on his prostate, the pleasure trying to make his dick rise out of its sheath and torturing his balls in the process. He squirmed as much as his limited mobility allowed, but all he got for his troubles was a hand on his shoulder, forcing him back down to his knees.

"Down, girl, down. Come on, don't fight it...gonna make you feel good..."

Either this guy hadn't seen the cock cage that the stallion was in or didn't care, because those fingers went for his prostate hard. They rubbed and stroked, the thick furry fingers stretching his hole just that little bit to make him feel even better. The hand on his shoulder pulled him back, forcing Charlie to sit on those fingers and shove them further up his ass. Little tingles of pleasure erupted from back there, and he gasped around the gag. It felt so good...

...Until his cock tried to push up again. The gasps turned to whimpers as his own arousal started to hurt his balls, and even his cock started to hurt as it was hardening and held back. He whinnied and neighed past the gag the bridle made, sounding almost like one of his feral brethren. He whimpered, pleaded with shakes of his head, did everything he could that didn't involve words.

Nothing worked. If anything, it made his attacker that much more vicious. A third finger forced itself into the stallion's ass, bringing with it a burning sensation of being stretched too far without enough lube. They slid in and out fast, the palm of the guy behind him clapping against his ass hard with every thrust, and the fingers curled just enough to drag against his prostate on the way back out. Every now and then, the guy actually shoved them in so that they were pressing right against his prostate the whole time, the feeling almost electric as it filled his body with an overload of pleasure after the day's denial.

Of course, the pleasure immediately turned to pain as soon as his body tried to react to it. Charlie whimpered, moaned, then whimpered again as his body didn't know what to think about what was happening to it. He couldn't even figure out what to do; there was no way he could get away, and there was no way that he could stay here without losing his mind completely.

"Come on, you slut...cum already..."

"'nt!"

"Come on...all girls cum...with something in their ass..."

The horse whimpered again as the fingers were removed. No sooner were they pulled back though than he was shoved up against the post. His cheek pressed against the side of the wooden marker, and for the first time he was able to get a good look at the person doing this to him.

It was a tiger, one that was missing an eye and was dressed in fairly dirty clothes. He looked like someone that had been on the street for at least a month, unwashed and tired, not to mention hungry looking. Charlie's eyes slipped down, looking at the jeans that the tiger wore, and saw with relief that the tiger wasn't showing any sort of bulge. He seemed to have been telling the truth when it came to not getting hard, at least.

In one hand was a bottle of something, probably bought at some cornerstore recently, and the other was being wiped off on the tiger's jeans. The feline grumbled under his breath, fumbling in his pocket.

"Had it...somewhere..."

After a few seconds, the tiger pulled out something that looked like a children's toy, something that people might get out of a junk pile, or a coin operated machine. It was small, though, barely the size of a finger knuckle. The tiger seemed inordinately proud of it, however, grinning as he held it in hand.

Then it started buzzing, and Charlie knew just what was going to happen.

Squirming was as futile as before as the tiger grabbed his hips. The bottle hit the grass but didn't break as the buzzing little toy was pressed against the stallion's hole. It vibrated nicely there - tormenting Charlie in the process - before the tiger pressed down on it. Slowly spreading him open and making him whine against the reins in his mouth, it somehow managed to slide inside without doing any real damage. His hole burned, though, and he tried to pull away from the tiger's finger as quickly as he could.

That was only the start of his torment, however, as the toy started buzzing against his prostate. His eyes went wide at the powerful buzzing feeling inside of his body, pressed right against one of the most sensitive parts of his body that he had. Everything before paled in comparison, and the moan whimpers slipped from his lips again.

"Heh, there you go, girl. Never say ol' Maja didn't give ya nothing."

The tiger reached down, picking up his bottle before taking a drink of it and walking off. His whistles were drowned out by the horse's pained pleasure, and soon he disappeared from both earshot and sight.

Charlie barely noticed his departure, however, too focused on the pleasure in his ass and the pain in his crotch. His balls felt like they were going to be squeezed into oblivion by the rings around them, and his cock felt like it was either going to rip through the plastic dome or get bent in half in the attempt. No matter how he shifted himself around, no matter how hard he tried to push it out, the toy refused to move. The stallion even tried to squat back to push it out that way, but it refused to go; it was lodged in good, and he had little doubt that either his master or a servant was going to need to take it out themselves.

Whimpering still, Charlie forced himself into the same kneeling position he'd had all day. It took all he had not to hump against air or whimper from the discomfort, but master had told him to wait, and he would wait.

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He found himself waiting for nearly two more hours before his master arrived. By that point, pre had puddled around his sheath and onto the ground below, his balls soaked in it and his groin half-numbed from the torment it was going through. It took all of his attention to stay upright, let alone stay aware of what was around him. So, when his master touched his chest, he was surprised, jerking at the contact.

"Geez, that was a little more intense than I thought it would be. Then again, I bet you'll be doing better next time those bulls see you, won't you?"

Charlie nodded rapidly at the bat's words, watching eagerly as his master undid the bridle and reins from the post. It was slid off of his face, finally allowing him a chance to lick his lips and, more importantly, speak.

"Thank you, master, thank you thank you thank you!"

"You're welcome, slave."

"Please, may I -"

"Ah ah, a moment, slave."

Charlie went still.

"You were very good today, so you have a choice. You can either have that vibrator out of your hole, or you can take off your chastity device. Which would you prefer, knowing you can only have one?"

That was a bit of a choice, but there was really no decision for the horse.

"The vibrator out. Please, please, master, let me take the vibrator out."

"Heh, I thought you would want the cage off, slave. Tell me why you're choosing the toy."

"The toy makes me hurt, and I want to get rid of the hurt."

The bat smiled, but nodded, giving his permission. The horse wasted no time, reaching around back and slamming two fingers into his hole. It was easy to find the toy, his fingers tickled by it as soon as they came in contact, and he ripped it out with a grunt. Throwing it to the ground with a sigh of relief, the horse collapsed back to his knees.

His master gently took him by the arm, lifting him to his feet. The bat's wings were soft, and his fingers gentle as he supported the stallion in a half hug, half carry.

"Come on, boy. Let's go home."

"Yes, master...sorry for making you carry me."

"It's alright. I'm happy to carry such a good boy."

That made Charlie smile. He was always happy to be a good horse for his master.

The End