Blue Thunder
It all began with a simple, devious premise: What was the best way to get revenge on my childhood bully, and also somehow leave him none the wiser?
I took steps to find out. First, I researched my target. At the age of thirty one, Kayden was a line cook at twenty four hour eatery. And according to the report submitted by the private investigator I hired, he was barely scraping by. Apparently robots were really driving down wages for parts of the food preparation sector.
In his case, I was glad to hear it. In the years I'd known him, the horse had been a cocky asshole and seemed to take delight in making my day to day life miserable. Even years later, I doubt he'd changed much. So yes, I was happy to hear that he struggled week to week to buy groceries and pay rent. Especially since his financial hardship created a vulnerability for me to exploit.
I created a shell company, then used it to hire an agent who would be my mouthpiece and cat's paw. He had no idea of my face, my name, or even that I was a rabbit. All he knew was that a credits were deposited in his account, twice weekly, with a promise of a substantial sign-off bonus if the operation was a success.
Of course, the weasel had no idea what the true objective of this farce was. All he knew and all he cared to know was that he needed to convince to channel all of his charisma and force of personality towards convincing Kayden to sign up for full body cybernetic surgery.
Normally ludicrously expensive, only the top one percent of society could afford even a few small enhancements -- much less a full body augmentation. Which is why I carefully explained to my agent how he should frame the hard to believe offer, when he approached the equine. I told the weasel to explain that this was a scientific trial, which needed volunteers willing to take on the risk. Risks that the rich and powerful were entirely unwilling to shoulder themselves. But big tech firms were willing to pay poor slobs like him to roll the dice in the name of science. And profit.
When Kayden pushed back on the unlikeliness of him being approach for this, of all the billions of people in the world, the agent would make note of his rare blood type. This excuse has the merit of being true, but in truth the horse's blood type has little to do anything. It's just a convenient excuse to lend credibility to our offer.
Further sweetening the pot, the agent hesitantly mention that additional cash compensation could be negotiated, were Kayden willing to sign a waver freeing the fictitious tech firm of any liability.
His life going nowhere fast, the horse would likely accept the too good to be true offer. Which is exactly what Kayden did, shortly there after.
And now the stage was set. My revenge would cost me a pretty penny, but I would have it. Between the formation of the shell company, the agent, the next gen augments, and the shocking amount of credits needed to bribe the board certified nanite surgeon, I'd sunk over twenty percent of my wealth into the squaring up with my former tormentor.
But I was extremely rich, and besides, what else was I was going to spend the money on? Nothing else in this world could come close to the sense of satisfaction I'd feel when I rendered Kayden's balls useless. And the best part was, he'd never even know.
Sure, somewhere in the back of his head, there'd probably be a small, easy to ignore voice whispering to him that somehow something felt off. It'd tell him that despite his near perfect physique.... regardless of his endless endurance.... no matter his inflated bank balance, something just wasn't quite right after the surgery. But, unable to put his finger on what the problem was, the equine would ignore his vague sense of disquiet and frustration.
Frustration was exactly the word for it, too. What else would you call a man who'd never squirt another drop of cum in his life but frustrated? And that, in a nutshell was the genius of this plan. Building up in his fat, equine bollocks would be a massive, churning load, destined never to follow their predecessors out of his thick urethra. But Kayden would never even realize.
Hidden away near his abdominal wall and bladder would be a cybernetic organ the likes of which the horse would most likely have never even heard of. Modified and custom fit to suit my purposes, it would generate genetically templated sperm, semen, and any other necessary liquids. In other words, this device would almost perfectly simulate orgasms. Even down to details such the rush of pleasure that would rack his body mid-discharge and the post coitus satisfaction. Kayden's real balls, in the meantime, would tighten, bob, and ready themselves for that big moment... not realizing that moment would never come again.
And that detail right there is what makes all of this time and effort worth it.
On a biological level, what occurs at this point is that various parts of the horse's anatomy will cry havoc, trying desperately to make him realize that he's been cruelly denied his moment of sexual conquest. That his little soldiers were still in the barracks, at the ready and ready to discharge. Kayden's cybernetic 'enhancements' block these signals, and instead paint a very different story. One as old as life. Passion. Climax. Fulfillment.
Well... fulfillment for a time. After all, it would defeat the point of revenge if the bully never truly suffered, wouldn't it?
Sometime after his synthetic and wholly artificial moment of glory, an augment planted at the base of his spine will gradually turn the volume back up on his distressed labido. Perhaps in as soon as an hour, but maybe in as long as the better part of a day, Kayden will feel the need to breed again. And he'll feel it more keenly than any blade. Growing worse and worse over the coming weeks and months, the big dicked equine will be mercilessly compelled to scratch that itch again. To fuck.
Women. Men. His own hand. It won't matter. His aching blue balls, perpetually edged, will drive him towards the oasis nirvana of sweet release, only to fall yet again for the false mirage.
And me? Well, I'll have a front row seat the whole time. Encrypted inside a data storage compartment within his skull, the horse's cybernetic enhanced eyes and ears will record every moment of his life. Data which they will dutifully transmit to an anonymous server whenever he happens to pass by an unprotected or public wifi hotspot.
Yes, it is a bit sad that I won't be able to monitor him in real time for the most part. But that just means I'll always have something to look forward to, knowing that sometime soon I'll get a notification letting me know that there's been another few hours of video to enjoy.
And what videos they'll be. Amazing point of view footage of the big lug working hard to tease and edge his mare stuffer. He'll glide his hands up and down over his meat, thinking to himself that he's fast approaching the big moment. But I'll know better, won't I? The truth is all he'll be building up to is the moment where he causes another pointless mess all over his chest and bed sheets. The moment when he unknowingly waves the white flag of surrender, temporarily giving up on his quest to reach the orgasm he once achieved so often.
His cybernetic implants will give him a brief reprieve and a small condensing pat on the head. That is, until it's time to grant some slack to his collared libido's leash.
Meanwhile, Kayden will likely be the talk of the town. Such unexpected riches. What a windfall! Overnight his life will change. A new job. Health benefits. People who wouldn't look twice at him before now practically throwing themselves at him. He'll be living the dream. And all it will cost him is his sexuality.
How ironic... his stud shaft will get worked over like never before while his balls grow fat on the vine, totally ignored. But go ahead, Kayden... fuck that cute wolf who winked at you at the bar. Maybe this time it'll feel like it use to. Maybe this time that heavy sack of yours will leave you in peace for more than a few hours.
No? Already time to jerk off in a public bathroom? Slutty equine.
*********************************** 1 Year later
I had developed an obsession with keeping tabs on my arrogant victim.
Perhaps it was because of smug he acted. It was this very contradiction that continued to captured my imagination. On the one hand, there was his outward appearance. Arrogant. Powerful. Handsome. Augmented. But on the other hand, there was the well hidden truth. Impotent. Chastised. Needy. Denied.
The horse was mercifully oblivious to these facts. At least, at a conscious level.
His behavior and attitude had gradually begun to shift, however. Far too slowly for he himself to take notice, but I had an eye for detail.
Initially, Hayden was quite picky in his mate selection. He preferred them to be female, but insisted on a certain level of fitness and attractiveness. In addition, they had to act suitably impressed by his own physique, including his semi-visible cybernetic enhancements.
In the early days, I watched him methodically seduce his future conquests. Smiling at them confidently. Buying them a drink. Complimenting their taste in clothing and appearance. Inevitably he'd make a move to close the deal.
Watching events that had taken place hours before, I would lean closer to my ceiling mounted monitor as he let his hand brush their waist. Maybe even resting it on their hip. If they were receptive to that, he'd converse with them a few minutes longer before placing his hand firmly between their legs.
If his target were male, he'd gently cup their package while continuing with some self aggrandizing story as they stiffened in surprise. If they made no move to stop him, he'd begin masturbating them through their clothing, uncaring that they were in a public place.
Regardless of their gender, the equine would work them into a sexual frenzy before inviting them back to his place. Then he'd give them the fucking of a lifetime. Exclusively a top, without fail Kayden would have new found playmate fellate him for several minutes before positioning them on either their back or their knees.
Then he'd make them cry out. Loudly. First in discomfort (or outright pain), but eventually in orgasmic pleasure.
After both parties were thoroughly satisfied, he'd escort them to the door. He'd do it with a smile and on occasion with the small gift of some cab fare, but he always kicked them out.
I will admit that I indulged myself with some self pleasuring while watching these portions of the recordings. It wasn't just the raw sexuality of the moment, as seen from his perspective. It was the perverse knowledge that Kayden thought he was solely looking out for number one (aka, himself), when in reality I'd turned the horse into one of the most selfless and altruistic lovers in the world.
While done so in total ignorance, week after week the stallion worked hard to make his body and cock available to men and women alike. People of all species benefited from his therapeutic attentions. But Kayden himself? Sexually active, but ultimately chaste. In the sense that, never once did the equine actually manage to get his nuts off.
And inevitably, and the weeks turned into months, this undeniable truth of his circumstances gradually caught up with him.
First, it manifested itself as a deep seated need to go on the prowl more and more often, until Kayden was hitting the clubs and bars nearly every single night. But now when he struck out, instead of just shrugging it off, the horse expressed bitter disappointment to himself as he headed back home alone.
This leads me to the next key indicator. A sharp uptick in the frequency and urgency of his, ahem, 'manual release'. As though by clockwork, every night before he permitted himself to fall asleep, Kayden would jerk his stallionhood to explosive completion. A performance that he then encored the following morning.
At this point I kept fearing that the man would start puzzling out that something wasn't quite right. To gather that somehow his body wasn't quite reacting as it had before. But no, the horse seemed oblivious. Or perhaps he just had a hard time thinking entirely rationally when a bad case of fuck-lust kept overwhelming him, time and time again.
The third sign caught me a bit by surprise, but looking back, I suppose it shouldn't have.
A few months into my bully's life-long punishment, his standards dropped precipitously. No longer insisting on frequenting only the most exclusive social establishments, the muscled stallion allowed himself to wander into all sorts of dives.
Apparently striking out and going home alone was no longer an option. Pushed forward by his own out of control libido, Kayden became an outrageous flirt. Not an effeminate one, by any stretch of the imagination but I have been witness to cases where the equine had his hand down some lucky guy's pants within five minutes of meeting them.
Not long after, he was doing his bit of community service: Edging himself while emptying their soon to be pleasantly drained balls.
I don't mean to imply that the men and women Kayden 'settled' for were ugly. In many cases, far from it. But the majority of his partners were now merely average or slightly above, in the looks department.
That said, the fit stud still insisted on topping. I actually preferred this. I enjoyed seeing his useless cock in action.
*********************************** 4 Years Later
Well, it happened.
The idiot finally put two and two together and started asking questions. Questions that he probably should have started asking years ago. He'd performed several internet searches on my shell company -- the one that had performed the 'trial' cybernetic augmentation on him. The horse had also scheduled an appointment with a doctor.
I was lucky I was able to catch him in time, before he'd been able to wiggle himself out from my grasp.
A couple years back I'd stopped watching Kayden's visual feed every day. It was mostly just the same stuff, again and again, you know? After he'd blown through most of the money my shell company had given him, he'd gotten work as a bouncer for an upscale club. And when he wasn't working, he was most likely fucking. Patrons. Coworkers. Prostitutes. Girls. Guys. The particulars just didn't matter to him anymore.
All that he cared about was finding the next place to drop his load. The great part about this was watching his attitude change in real time based on how long it had been since his last fuck. Just a few hours? He'd talk up some pretty thing. Maybe buy them a drink or two, before trying to sweet talk them into following him to the back room (recently he'd drive them back to his apartment only upon their firm insistence). But any longer and he'd find himself hurting.
Glory holes were a favorite fallback of his. Not only did he get to pretend there was a hot young something or other on the other side of the wall, he didn't have to even pretend to reciprocate. And for someone with as voracious a sexual appetite as he had, that saved him a substantial amount of time.
There was even this one time whee, on a whim, I waited on the side of that hole. Sure enough, I didn't have to wait too long before his long, chaste member pressed itself through the hole and...
Errm... pardon me. I had been talking about his inept sleuthing skills. Let's continue along that vein, yes?
So, yeah. He figured it out. Well, some important clues, anyway. Certainly not the whole of it. But he had enough of the puzzle solved to put him on a path to recovery. An outcome I was unwilling to accept.
This forced me to take a far more active role than I had previously planned. Until this point, I had always been content to observe him from a distance. I derived satisfaction from his lusty, but ultimately pointless, liaisons. Even his frequent masturbation sessions were fun to watch, if I had nothing else to do.
He was getting what he deserved, after all.
So after analyzing the situation, I acted decisively. Waiting until he was asleep in bed, I sent a wireless command through the net which would incapacitate him. A backdoor emergency protocol I had added to the wetware prior to the original surgery where it installed. But it wasn't until I'd broken into his apartment that it occurred to me that there was no way I'd be able to move him by myself, let alone extract him to the location I'd prepared earlier.
Pulling out my phone and trying my best to remember the number to my untraceable emergency funds account, I called a local mercenary group who had a good reputation and was close enough to be of use. Ultimately I was satisfied with the results. They kept their word and delivered the horse to the designated drop site after fetching his unconscious body from his apartment. But good lord were they expensive. Even after haggling them down for fifteen minutes, being sure to keep my voice down in case Kayden had nosy neighbors, they still cost me an arm and leg. "Instant Results Fee" and "Likely Criminal Intent Fee" the voice on the other end of the line insisted.
In the end though, it was worth it. I had Kayden all to myself, far away from the city. He'd become a bit of a local celebrity, so someone would eventually come looking for him. From the videos, I could see that almost everyone knew him. Either as an oddity due to his full body cybernetic enhancements or through word of mouth as the horse stud with a reputation as a tireless sexual juggernaut.
Keeping him unconscious, I fed him by hand as I called up that weasel agent. Draining nearly the remainder of the funds I had stashed away in my secret bank account, I commissioned him to procure and drop off the various service robots that I'd put to use around the walled estate. Butlers. Maids. Chefs. Nurses. Plenty of security bots. Basically the works.
With the horse still out cold on the lone bed, I knew I'd probably be spending several days here before I headed back into town. Obviously the equine would not be joining me when I did. Instead, I planned for the safe site to be his permanent residence. For the foreseeable future, anyway.
After double and triple checking that all of his wetware overrides were in place and intact, I took a deep breath and stopped his cybernetics from suppressing his conscious mind.
As I took a step back from the bed, the horse blinked a few times and shook his head groggily.
His first words to me, as I recall them, were "Don't bother asking, cus I don't have time to fuck you again. Should have kicked you out last night anyway. Shit... what time is it? I need to get back to the club. Where the hell are my clothes?"
He scratched his balls lazily as he looked around the room for his shirt and pants.
Keeping my voice as confident sounding as I could, I countered, "Kayden, I'm not one of your bar sluts. I'm your Master. I own you. Understand?"
A look of annoyed confusion crossed his face. Then he said, "Bunny, I just changed my mind about you. Get your ass over here so I can wreck your hole." He rolled off the bed and stood up to his full height. Instinctively I backed away. "Don't you go make me chase you now, bitch. I'm feeling the itch and you're gonna scratch it for me, hear?"
His heavy cock was already engorging, getting ready to make good on his threat. It occurred to me that he must really be aching for it. His last fuck had to have been over a day ago as I'd been keeping him asleep for some time now.
Forcefully reminding myself that his augments wouldn't let him so much as scratch me without my permission, I held my ground. When he closed the distance between us, I reached out and grabbed his veined member.
He grinned at this.
"Mmmm, yeah, bunny boy. Maybe you suck on me a bit first and I'll go easier on ya, yeah? Maybe. Maybe not."
Grinning back, I taunted, "And why would I want to put my mouth on your useless cock, Kayden? Or haven't you figured it out yet? This dick of yours is defective, slave."
He stopped smiling. As he processed my words, I began to stroke him off. It felt warm in my hand and I liked how soft the skin was.
"Huh? How do you know about...? Wait a sec... I know you. Yeah, I fuckin' know you. Where I know you from?" He sounded irritated rather than angry. He was a man confident in his ability to put me in my place any time he wanted. In high school he'd been able to do that without his cybernetic implants.
Picking up the pace, I stroked him faster.
"I already told you, slave. I'm your master. I'm the one who owns your body, toes to tip. I'm the only who broke your balls. They don't work like they should anymore, yeah?"
He was only half paying attention to me. His eyes searching the wall across the room as he mentally tried to connect the dots. He wasn't overly bright so it was taking him a while.
"Yeah... I fuckin' know you! You're Ezra! From high school. That skinny cry baby. Bunny boi! When did we hook up? Must been shit-faced drunk out of my skull last night, yeah?"
Focusing my attention on the end of his shaft, I played with his cock head, squeezing it gently in my grip.
"We didn't hook up. Well... not last night, anyway. There was that one time at the gloryhole. But no, I went to your apartment and claimed you. This is where you'll be servicing me from now on. On that point, down on your knees, please. I think I'm ready to drop a load down your throat. Be a good slave and suckle your master."
As if just now catching up, Kayden frowned and said, "What was that shit you said about my balls?"
Getting both hands in on the action now, I double gripped his arousal and started firmly pumping away as I explained, "I said they don't work. I broke them, slave. Over a half a decade ago. You've been a properly chaste horse ever since. Haven't you felt it? And aren't you feeling it now? You got five years worth of stallion spunk stored in that sack."
His face growing dark, the equine stared at me intently for a few seconds. Then said, "The cybernetics. The surgery. You did to me. That's... that's the reason my balls are killing me all the time!"
"You put that together far faster than I thought you would. Well done. But you were given an order, slut. Down on your knees, mouth open. I may not be near as big as you, but at least my tackle works. Do a good job and I may let you have a fake orgasm. You seem to love those."
His body moved faster than greased lightning as he made to ruin my face with a cyber-enhanced punch to the muzzle. Blessedly, his hand stopped mere inches from my face. He stared at me in confusion. In retaliation, I stopped stroking his cock and slapped his balls with an open palm.
With a groan, he fell to his knees, cupping his damaged bollocks.
Keeping up my dominant act, I told him, "Five years.... five long years those balls have stayed obediently chaste for me. And how do I reward them? With agony. Want to press your luck again, slave?"
Between clenched teeth he huffed, "You're dead, Ezra. So. Fuckin'. Dead. But not before I ruin that hole of yours, just like I promised."
"We'll have to do this the hard way, I see."
I snapped my fingers. Pre-programmed to respond to that command, two security bots and a butler bot appeared from the doorway. Addressing them, I commanded, "Dress him in the outfit I selected for him. If he speaks, punish his balls."
The robots moved in. Kayden readied himself to fight them off, but found himself powerless to resist. His muscles simply refused to tense. His arms fell away from his crotch, limp.
Calling out to me, he shouted, "What the fuck did you do to me you fuckin'-- AHH, FUCK!"
The faceless butler had discharged its palm mounted taser directly into the sack it now held cupped in it's rigid hand. It continued to hold the man's testicles, as if silently threatening to repeat the action.
"I wouldn't resist, slave. That butler has no inhibitor chip, and will happily continue to fry your eggs until they're permanently scrambled. So unless you want to be made a gelding on your very first day as my in-house toy, I recommend you get with the program."
If looks could kill, I would have been struck dead right then and there.
The robots continued to do their job, the security bots holding him in place while the butler worked to outfit the horse to my specifications.
Ring gag. Two long-term nipple extenders. Collar. Cock rings. One at the base of his stalk, behind his balls. The other directly behind his shaft's distended cock head. Taking out my cell phone, I issued a couple quick commands to his wetware to ensure that his member stayed at full mast. I took a moment to appreciate how the two silver rings caught the light as they squeezed his flesh tight as the butler shackled the equines hands behind his back.
Going over to the bed, I unzipped my pants, pulled out my semi-hard rod and said, "Service my cock, slave. Buttler, starting in ten seconds, whenever he's not sucking my dick, I want you to slowly squeeze one of his balls. Either one, dealer's choice. Squeeze down on it harder and harder until he performs properly. It's okay if it pops. They're broken anyway, so it hardly matters if he stays intact down there."
Closing my eyes, I waited. And waited. And then there was a pained curse, followed by a yelp. Presumably from the butler deciding that he was still to shock the equine's balls if he spoke.
For a long moment, I thought Kayden had decided to accept partial castration over humiliation. Then I felt a warmth encompass my modestly sized flesh.
Yes it was tentative, inept, and lazy, but regardless I basked in my accomplishment. In just a few short minutes Hayden had gone from intending to rape me to sate his sex addiction to giving me his virgin mouth. In all the countless hours of video I'd watch over the years, the equine had never once gone down on any of his partners. He didn't even kiss them.
"Getting a good taste of me, slave? Just wait until I blow my load all over your tongue. If you do a decent enough job and swallow like a good boy, I'll give you a few days to try and talk me out of castrating you. I still haven't decided whether I think you deserve to keep your balls, broken or not."
I wasn't really serious about this threat, but Hayden didn't know that. I saw absolutely no reason to free him of his five year long case of blue balls.
Opening my eyes, I saw that he was standing over me, leaning down to take me into his ring gagged muzzle. Still glaring daggers at me.
Patting the area to my right, I instructed, "Over here, big boy. I want to suck on your ugly horse dick. How would you like to spray some fake cum down my throat? Normally any slave of mine wouldn't be allowed to squirt without a very, very good reason. But this hardly counts as cumming, I think. It's not like you'll actually be getting off."
Real or not, Hayden didn't seem to particular care. Moving a bit faster than was dignified, the muscled stud got onto the bed and shoved his eager erection against my face, all the while lamely muzzling my own length. I'm pretty sure that, were it not for the handcuffs, he would have risked trying to grab me by the head to angrily fuck my mouth.
All he got, however, was a few long licks against the tip of his breeding pole.
Teasingly, I said, "Then again, if you're not going to do your best, why should I? Maybe your last few days with balls should be truly chaste. Not even fakies allowed. How's that sound, slave?"
Suddenly Kayden started trying a lot harder. Whether from the threat of castration or the threat of being left needy, I didn't know. Still, I was jubilant. For the first time I realized that I could do it. I could really break him. I could conquer the bully.
Not too humble to gloat, I let myself take a victory lap.
"Yeah, suck that bunny cock, horse slave. It's about to serve you up a stomach full of the real deal: grade A rabbit protein. Not like this synthetic shit you've been pumping out. Bet your big cock getting ready to spew up some of that garbage, huh? Pathetic."
I took his cock-ringed dick tip past my lips. I set to work, licking and tongue. Perhaps a bit too harshly for be purely pleasurable for him, but I wanted Kayden to start getting use to the idea that from this point forward, pain and pleasure would always go hand in hand. I nibbled gently on his spire's piss slit, and felt him tense beside me. He was smart enough not to stop sucking me, though.
There was no delusions on my part that he was somehow magically already broken to my will. The only reason he wasn't fighting me tooth and nail were those two swollen cum repositories driving him up the wall with their demands for relief. Biologically speaking, his body had no way to grasp what science had done to him. It didn't understand that it was physically impossible to get off. The horse could only focus on one overriding need. The need to breed.
After 'climaxing', that need would be synthetically suppressed for a time. But the technology embedded in his body would ever cover up the symptoms. The root cause of his frustrating had been ignored all this time. I had no plans to make any changes on this point.
We sixty-nined each other for a while and eventually we both came at the same time. Well, I came. He experienced a simulated orgasm and then had his raging libido artificially suppressed. I swallowed his synthetic seed, mostly out of a sense of curiosity. But ultimately I decided that there was no reason that he ever to spew the milky substance again. I originally had it installed to create an illusion of virility for Kayden. Now that the truth was out, a tiny trickle would suffice. Just a small leak, mostly to shame him. It would also serve a handy visual indicator that he'd 'cum'. But this would be his last masculine gusher.
At this point, he'd tried to spit out my own output. Yawning, I ordered one of the security bots to force his head back so that my seed would have nowhere to go but down his throat. As he gargled and gagged on my mess, I nuzzled his sack, kissing them affectionately and telling them how much I was going to get off on making sure they were never used again.
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The next couple months were tiring, to be honest. I knew Kayden was going to be a tough nut to crack, but I was surprised by just how belligerent he could be. Threats of violence. Spitting. Yelling loud enough to shake windows. It's a good thing the estate's closest neighbor is miles away.
For the first few weeks, the only time he was even willing to feign obedience was when he could no longer ignore his mounting need for release. Release that I would provide if he submitted to me in increasingly humble acts of submission. I controlled his wetware, so I controlled his orgasms -- both real and imagined. An authentic climax was not and would never be a possibility, but I didn't take nearly such a firm stance on permitting his cybernetics to wrack his body with a perfect replica of what such a climax might feel like. Especially when it made me laugh to see his hefty pole barely managed to drip out a thimble's worth of watery spunk.
To earn the privileged favor of being permitted to produce those few drops, I made it clear that he would need to prove to me that he was trainable. When his suffering reached such peaks that he was ready to obey, I made him do anything that crossed my mind.
Long jogs around the house with a speedo and a hardon. Weight lifting and a variety of other exercises were insisted upon, until he was drenched in sweat. Hours long masturbation marathons, first in resentful silence and then eventually with involuntary dirty talk. Cooking and house cleaning. Self inflicted nipple pumping and cock sounding. Intense self-suck sessions, where I made him take turns with me as we both orally teased the meat to new heights of urgent need.
It goes without saying that, in addition to the above, I took full advantage to exploit him sexually in every way possible. He hated it at first, but he grew much more tolerant of my advances when he realized that I wouldn't even begin to consider letting him cum unless I'd already gotten off several times since his previous 'cheat day' (as I had begun referring to them).
The breakthrough point came about ten weeks after I'd involuntarily relocated him into my rural vacation home. He'd gone three full days without relief and his spinal attachment was doing absolutely nothing to shield him his body's needs. I'd been annoyed at his recent mumbled back talk and disrespectful looks, so I had let him stew for longer than normal.
That's when it happened. Surprising me, he came up behind me and put his arms around me, possessively. Rubbing his full mast equine member against my clothed back, he place his lips near my ear and gruffly stated, "Fancy a pony ride, Master? Just give the word and I'll make you whimper real good like."
It was the first time he'd ever voluntarily called me 'Master'. It was obviously an unsubtle ploy to get his nut, but still. It was certainly a positive behavior, worthy of encouraging.
Still, I couldn't just let him have it for free, could I?
"Clean the kitchen, then do a full body workout. Spend at least two hours. When your whole body aches, hit the showers. Then wait for me in the bedroom. If you still have the energy to get it up, maybe I'll let you sweet your way into my pants. Better come up with something better than 'fancy a pony ride,' though."
Jaw firmly shut, he must have already resigned himself to obey since he turned around to do as he was instruction.
Stopping him with a light touch on his arm, I reached over, grabbed his heavily veined dicked and said, "But here's some encouragement to keep you motivated while you're pumping iron in the gym." Leaning over, I spent five full minutes lapping at every square inch of his cock and balls, my tongue bringing him tortuous pleasure.
"I'll be reviewing the camera feed later. Make sure you work up a good sweat for me, my chaste stallion," I said, tweaking his nipples before pushing him towards the door.
I liked reminding him how pointless his orgasms were. I took care to point out that the only reason he kept getting so worked up was because he was the only man in the world who fucked and fucked but never came. At least, the only non-gelding. If he tried to get mouthy with me in return, I simply made him lean over and take his own length between his lips. Hard to backtalk when you're busy blowing yourself.
Later that evening, a supremely exhausted Kayden still wanted to go around, unsurprisingly.
In bed, he wrapped his arms around me for the second time that day and softly said, "Baby, please... this is what you do to me. I'm aching for you, honey." He took my hand and, guiding it under the covers, placed it on his plump cock head. "God that feels so good... come on, bunny boy... take of care of me, yeah?"
Bunny boy? Now he was pushing his luck, trying to play alpha. I was tempted to punish him for stepping over the line, but on a whim I decided to see how this would play out.
Playing with his unit, gently twisting it while squeezing down on the tip, I offered, "Does horsey slave want to slide his useless cock into his Master? Is that what horsey wants?"
Running his fingers through my chest fur, the muscled stallion huffed, "You know you want the real thing, rabbit. You want pints of horse seed coating your insides. Come on... let me breed you. I'll seed you all night long, cutie."
Gripping the base of his member with both hands, I gave his erection long, leisurely strokes.
With a wink and a smirk, I retorted, "Mr. rabbit like his stallion just the way he is... hard and needy. But don't worry stud... I'll cum hard enough for the both of us. Just as soon as you fuck me with this big, worthless cock of yours."
With something akin to a growl, Kayden flipped me roughly so that I was laying on my stomach. Laying over me, he pressed himself forward until the end of his rod was nestled between my cheeks, its tip pressing firmly against my rear entrance.
"Give me what I want. Then I'll give you what you want. Clear?"
I was growing impatient.
Reaching back behind me, I gripped Kayden's shaft while arching my back to press myself against it. He grunted as the head slid past my tight, muscled ring.
Keeping my voice light and playful, I teased the cybernetically modified equine. "I don't think you're really getting this whole chastity thing. No more whining now, stud. Fuck me with that throbbing dildo you call a cock. Fuck me good."
Grabbing the back of my head, he pushed my face against the pillow and did just that. He plowed me with long, angry strokes. He bit into my shoulder and I moaned into the fabric.
The desperate, needful way he long dicked me, I could feel how badly he needed this. For that time, his life's purpose narrowed down to a single primal need. He had to get off. He had to spew his primed load.
My hole, which had protested sharply upon initial penetration, soon settled down into a dull ache and then finally a wonderful feeling of fullness. All the while Kayden grunted, groaned, and huffed like a feral animal behind me. Earlier I had considered that, as horned up as he was, when we actually got into the sack it'd likely only take him a few disappointing seconds to squirt his pathetically small artificial load.
And so previous to this bedroom romp, I'd remotely interfaced with his wetware and adjusted the conditions by which the synthetic orgasm protocol would be triggered. Without meeting these new requirements, the stallion cock only existed to drive him to new heights of sexual frustration.
For fifteen minutes, I let the horse work up a sweat as he fucked my asshole an urgency I've never experienced before. The bully was trying to work out five years worth of abstinence. It must have been hell for him, to feel so close to orgasm and yet inexplicably unable to reach nirvana.
When he finally spoke, he didn't even pause in his thrusting.
"You... you fuckin' did something! It's gonna shoot, but then it doesn't! Fuckin' rabbit, what you'd do! Let me cum!"
Turning myself over, his member still drilling me at a frantic pace, I looked into his lust-filled eyes and wrapped my arms around his powerful chest, almost lovingly.
Smiling patiently, as one would do when explaining something to a small child, I said, "The sooner you accept what I've been telling you... that your thick, hard, powerful cock isn't meant for cumming, the easier this all becomes for you. If you are respectful to me as your Master, I'll permit your cybernetics to give you a measure of respite from your need to breed. The alternative is what you are experiencing right now. Being trapped in a state of endless rut until the day your heart gives out from the strain of it."
With a dark look on his face, Kayden considered this as he sexed me. I ran my hands up and down his back, sensuously.
Eventually he said, "I'm gonna escape. Then I'll have a doctor fix this and you'll go to jail, so you better--"
"If you did manage to escape, I'd trigger the bomb implanted in your skull. You'd be dead and you still wouldn't have managed to break your chastity. You can brainstorm a thousand different scenarios, but I promise you that not a one of them leads to your shaft spewing its fertile seed." Reaching under him, I softly caressed his heavy sack.
With a sudden jerk, he stopped ramming into me.
"Then I'm not gonna be your sex toy either. Get it?"
Gripping the half of his erection that wasn't buried within my ass, I started stroking him with both hands. He shuddered as I replied, "No need for temper tantrums, stud. You act like I'm telling you your sex life is over. Far from it! You're going to be getting off all the time, just like you have been since your surgery. You know, the one that improved your life in almost every way? Your new job. Your new apartment. All those adoring fans? You must have fucked your way through half the city. And you loved it."
He loomed over me. Through clenched teeth he retorted, "It wasn't real! Even when I came so hard I saw spots in my eyes, In just a few hours the need was already coming back. It was the only thing I could ever think about. Fucking.'
Tweaking one of his nipples as I continued to play with his dick with my other hand, I licked his neck and said, "That's all your good for, slave. Now, are you going to be a good walking, talking dildo or do I need to throw you into a cell with pornos playing around the clock until you break? You're just seconds away from mind blowing pleasure, stud... just let go."
His body trembling, he fought with himself for over a minute. His eyes closed, he shook his head, his mane whipping left and right, flinging air-cooled sweat as he did so.
With a pained roar, he started deep dicking me again. Hard and fast, as if trying to make up for lost time.
"Do it! I'm ready!"
Clucking my tongue, I pushed my head underneath the pillow and pulled out a white note card. Holding it up in front of his face, I told him, "Nah, ah ah! It's time for horsey slave to start earning his moments of relief. Read this, exactly as written. Any back talk and we'll stop for today and try again tomorrow. Or the next day. Or however long it takes you to get it right."
Eyes now open, he stared at the card. "F-fuck you, rabbit! I'm not saying that." But his body kept thrusting. Every instinct in his body was screaming at him to finish. That this was his moment. That he needed this, more than air. More than life itself.
I didn't say anything else. I just let him keep thrusting, one hand stroking playfully over his chest, until I finally heard him grit his teeth and speak.
"T-thank you... master, for playing with my useless cock. Please allow this muscle slave to prove his obedience... to pay homage to you with his chaste horse meat."
I smiled. "Mmm, that was good. Say it again, slave."
"Y-you fucker." He panted, his thrusts picking up speed. "You goddamn asshole."
I gasped. His cock might be have been useless as a tool for procreation, but he could still give a good fuck. "Not what I wrote on the card, slave. Say it again. And don't stutter this time."
He groaned. His mind told him not to submit, that he was a proud, independent stallion, but his aching, pent-up balls told him something else.
"Thank you master, for playing with my useless cock. Please allow this muscle slave to prove his obedience... to pay homage to you with his chaste horse meat."
"Good slave."
I pressed a button on my wrist control, and not a second after I pressed it I watched with glee as the equine shuddered and moaned. No part of him was actually climaxing, but to Kayden it was impossible to tell the difference. Grabbing my own length, I jerked myself off to his barely audible moans.
When I came, long ropes of bunny seed made a sizeable mess on my chest. Then he collapsed onto me, getting his chest and stomach fur drenched in the progress.
As he relaxed against me and caught his breath, I pet his mane and whispered softly into his ear.
"See how good that felt? And just think... you'll be ready to do that again just a few hours. You're my slave stud. My horny stallion. And I think I have the perfect name for you. Blue Thunder."
But just like with any newly acquired ungelded stallion, I knew I'd have to work hard to make him understand the way of things. As I relaxed in the afterglow of my majestic orgasm, I felt Blue Thunder's member begin to shrink within me. For the moment, his body was blissfully unaware of his throbbing balls urgent pleas for him to consummate the interrupted breeding attempt.